Law School Discussion

I'm single for the first time in 16 months as of yesterday.  I have completely forgotten how to talk to a woman who hasn't showered with me.  I might just marry a mountain until I matriculate, then try to rediscover my once-stellar mojo.  I also might corner the first two-legged woman I see and ask her if she would like to embark on a Sex and the City marathon while I rub her feet and spoon-feed her Ben & Jerry's.  Either one, we'll see how I feel.

I came back from a week of wallowing on a mountainside because the fantasy that Curious George is looking for ME gets me out of bed in the morning; does that count as stalking? 

Yes, that gym does rock.  What does not rock, however, are the piles of antique computer parts that adorn many of the library's secluded study rooms.  Perhaps they could have paid the man who was installing the high-def TV's above the treadmills to remove the dot-matrix printers rendering numerous study carrels inoperable.

I got my rejection on a day when most received deferrals.  Some would take this as an affront, but I thought, man, they printed a special letter just for my inconceivable ass.

For those intrigued by the subtleties of New England accents, the proper Rhode Islandese pronunciation of Harvard is "Hahvid."  Your stereotypical Masshole would soften the second syllable, uttering something akin to "Hahvahd."  Don't let those two R's fool you; the letter simply does not exist.

GULC
1. Hmmmm...we have an influx of cash.
2. What should we do with it?
3. Build a gymnasium!