Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Here's to You, Mr. I Decided to Wear Cologne Today

Roommate's Ode to the Yummy:

Here's to you Mr. I Decided To Wear Cologne.

Your insistence on smelling good amidst a crowd of male law students who either smell bad or not at all is a breath of fresh air (no pun intended). You refuse to let law school drag you down, and you give hope to the rest of us.

So here's to you, and may you continue to spritz that little bit on in the morning. You never know what sad and tired 1L girl you might sit next to in the library and pep up.

Thanks, Mr. I Decided to Wear Cologne.

You are a man among boys.

Lucky Roommate. My seat mate smells like stale cheesy-fries and unwashed gym shorts.


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson