April 01, 2005
dust yrself off and try again
Perhaps the inestimable Foxes does not know me well enough to realize that like Linus, I drag around a security blanket of dusty disappointment wherever I go. At least in my own landfill of the internet universe, I don't have to worry about making sense or being entertaining. So be forewarned, you faithful readers and do not fear. Foxes will return.
I hardly know where to begin. How can I even live up to the epic tales of family drama and woe, woven by foxes' sister herself, or the logic demanded by those of you who could ace such problems on the lsat with one shoe untied? That's right. I can't. I couldn't even come up with a cool moniker.
I will, in the next few days, attempt to come up with some life lessons I've learned from my law-students-to-be friends. Needless to say, I've acquired a wealthy knowledge of your schools of jurisprudence – and brad pitt – through good old lemonade times with foxes, euphrates, and a certain sir milkpan. It's time I put it to use.
Well, before I leave you drowning in the muddy waters of my own creation (overkill much?), I will tell a little bit about the enchanted eve when I accompanied foxes to an intimate reception with some graduates of blue devil law, put together to answer the questions of very important checked-box-other-than-white prospective students. I thought that my connection to my alma mater, its basketball and bbq, would be enough for me to retain a charmingly wide-eyed interest, even perhaps practice my new and improved conversational skills, in this gathering. Alas, the place being otherwise deserted allowed for the kind proprietors of the establishment to refill my drink multiple times without any bidding. So after about an hour or so of watching foxes work his seductive magic on these blue ladies, all of whom couldn't resist him when he called them "ma'am", I promptly fell tipsily asleep.
Maybe next time, there will be more boys. Maybe I'll go back to listening to loser music and learning some new vocabulary words. The night is still young.
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