I'm watching Drawn Together and one character is having a vaginal makeover. They just used the term "Quadruple Pie-Pass."
I just found out that I'm hosting a goodbye party for my assistant tomorrow, it's really the least I can do to allow my house to be overrun by undergrads spewing sangria.
I've become crazily infatuated again---this always seems to happen to me as I disembark (see my earlier proclamation of love for a German). I'm like some kind of physical attention-starved sailor on a dirty manboat. And I'm shipping off tomorrow. And I have nothing to lose. And I have a myriad of venerial treasures from the Orient.
*I sparkle down there, I really do.
I am sooooooooooo sick of moving, I feel like my life is one big trash adventure.