disorganization at its finest

Um, I guess we're meeting tomorrow. I don't even know anymore. All I do know is that I really want to get drunk, but there's this bastard whore thesis that ain't gonna write itself.

Tuesday, 7 November 2006. At like 3:30 or so. Big table in the upper, lower union...westside, thing. Be there. Try to bring something so that I may laugh at its foolishness, yet offer up nothing on my part.

Just so everyone knows

I'm not a retard, and I even DID have a blogger account, who would have thunk it? Anyway, this is Kati, I'm here, and linked to you all now and what not so, uh, 'sup homies?