Oysters are one of the sexiest fleshiest yummies.
Squeeze some lemon (or not), a drop of tobasco (or not), hold the shell and let it slide in your mouth along with the sea water.
I HATE
I HATE SENECA COLLEGE. It is the dumbest school with the dumbest teachers with the dumbest registration office and everything about it just suck. SUCK.
1. Field placements: The professors don't give a damn. They don't even meet with you to discuss your options or choices. If you have problems finding a placement, that's your fking problem. The best they can do is provide you with an outdated list of numbers in which you can call and hope that someone somewhere out there will accept you.
2. Emails: Emailing some of the profs is useless. They either just don't return your email or it'll take days before they check and finally reply.
3. Registration: They don't give a shit about your education or your money at all. In fact, they don't even care if you don't register. They mistakenly put my mark as DNC (drop out of class) and blame the prof for not entering the mark. (In which case the prof, of course, will blame the registration...and you'd be left in the middle to suffer.)
4. The Department Heads: These people aren't any better. If you've got problems, talking to them won't make a difference. They just dont' care. And stop bothering them at their coffee breaks already.
5. Switchboard bitches: They are all rude bitches. They hate their job and they hate you.


Hey did you know relationships are dependent upon this tiny techy circuit card called the subscriber identity module? If the card is lost, destroyed, or damaged on purpose, it can still be restored and brought back to life. Kind of. This card signifies your relationships, popularity, trustableness, and personality. And so it seems. There is no other telepathic way to contact a person and it's just miserable for us all. I refused to be controlled by it. But there has to be a limit to this so-called act of rebellion since I have not reached that higher state yet. The opportunity is here however and so I can take advantage of it. The messages are floating in mid air knocking on my window and I wonder how long they will stay before they are vanished forever. The modern connection is weaker than imaginable and no one cares to change this state. Sooner or later we won't even talk but depend on these little winged messengers and hope they will arrive on time and arrived before it shatters. But you know, these messengers are evil cold blooded lurkers and they don't give a shit about you or your stupid messages at all.