I'm sad. I'm being ignored.
Over the past few days I've been considering a change in my major. I'm in pre-nursing right now but I've been thinking about changing to English. I want to write but I'm not sure if I have enough talent. I just don't know. I'm not even sure if I still want to be a nurse anymore. Shouldn't I be doing something I really want to do? Don't I deserve to do what I want?
Here's something inspired from the always filthy ladies room at Safeway. It's always the ladies room that's gross. I hate my job.
An Ode to the Commode
I wrote an ode to the commode
But it was quite undeservedly
Why, you ask?
Because commodes are full of shit you see.
Over the past few days I've been considering a change in my major. I'm in pre-nursing right now but I've been thinking about changing to English. I want to write but I'm not sure if I have enough talent. I just don't know. I'm not even sure if I still want to be a nurse anymore. Shouldn't I be doing something I really want to do? Don't I deserve to do what I want?
Here's something inspired from the always filthy ladies room at Safeway. It's always the ladies room that's gross. I hate my job.
An Ode to the Commode
I wrote an ode to the commode
But it was quite undeservedly
Why, you ask?
Because commodes are full of shit you see.
What would Emilio Estevez do?
[Edited on Feb 16, 2005 9:09PM]