OK, my principle concern of the day is: Who is this new, mysterious Lady Artichoke? Clearly it's someone in Internet Land who likes Nine Inch Nails/Beatles medleys. I once did a Mad Lib of the Beatles' song "Eleanor Rigby." I believe it went "Ah, look at all the disgruntled menonites", or something. MRW knows.
OFF TOPIC! Muchos props for gender-integrating the Artichoke, girlfriend.
My life isn't really in shambles. I mean, I am the next Julia Child. I made my first successful cheesecake today. It was divine. I just really, really like the world "shambles."But if you really want to know about someone's life that's actually in shambles, read on.
A few days ago I was sitting in the cafeteria with my chums when we heard a cacophony. I wheeled around and saw that the boy sitting alone at the booth behind us had violently overturned his bowl of ice cream and was sitting dejectedly, head in hands. This incident was many things to many of the college students present. Ice cream was everywhere - all over the booth's other seat, the table, and the floor. It was awkward, funny, bizarre, and frightening. In lieu of recent hostility on college campuses, however, I found it disturbing and have been worrying for this dude's mental health ever since.
Yesterday I saw him sitting ominously on a bench in the middle of campus with an enormous, fully-loaded Super Soaker.
Um, now I'm a little leery.
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