aeleven

I played dress-up today, what a laugher! I slogged through with the morning rush in my pressed pants, pressed shirt, and loafers. Everyone looked rumpled, tired, and ready for the weekend. When you're young and they say, You can do anything you want to do they should add, just not if you want to feel useful.

Brain vomit looks more depressing when written than in discussion.

I want to make a life out of studying traffic patterns and solving all that ugly congestion.

What's the plan this weekend?

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Addition, newsflash...

Since Sophie has brought up the topic of contraception, how about a little dose of Mr. Bush's SEX ED. What is this country coming to? It makes me sick.

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I want to sit on the beach... Who wants to sit with me?

Pretty Halcyon Days
by Ogden Nash

How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
No letters to answer,
No bills to be burned,
No work to be shirked,
No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!
How pleasant to look at the ocean,
Democratic and damp; indiscriminate;
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.
To lave in the wave,
Majestic and chilly,
Tomorrow I crave;
But today it is silly.
It is pleasant to look at the ocean;
Tomorrow, perhaps, I shall swim in it.

How pleasant to gaze at the sailors.
As their sailboats they manfully sail
With the vigor of vikings and whalers
In the days of the vikings and whale.
They sport on the brink
Of the shad and the shark;
If its windy they sink;
If it isn't, they park.
It is pleasant to gaze at the sailors,
To gaze without having to sail.

How pleasant the salt anesthetic
Of the air and the sand and the sun;
Leave the earth to the strong and athletic,
And the sea to adventure upon.
But the sun and the sand
No contractor can copy;
We lie in the land
Of the lotus and poppy;
We vegetate, calm and aesthetic,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun.