Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Please?

I just want to be a law professor.
And then I can write things and think things and terrorize students and force people to listen to me talk- add ice cream, Sputnik, and Darwin, and you've basically just summarized all of my Favorite Things.



Someone give me a job?

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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