bird is the word

silly me to get a paper cut yesterday
and i have been hurting my wound millions of times today.

projects and asssignments are chasing me again.
wrtoral and effcom are getting on my nerves.
today's new introca project is driving to my grave!
hope to survive till the end of the semester.
poly isn't as relaxing as i thought. =/

a nice short story i got from - http://www.blogcatalog.com/blog/verry-short-stories-with-a-twist

Tommy ogled her weighty, globular boobs. He had never been in a
place with such tantalizing atmosphere before. Standing in the back of the strip club and looking through plumes of cigarette smoke he could see that the amateur on stage was about to get giggly with it.

With all the concentration of a knife juggling tight rope walker,
Tommy scrutinized the deep crevice between the girls wondrous
breasts as she unsnapped her brassiere, cupped it in both hands,
then let it drop to the stage. He paid no attention to any above
the neck attributes. He craved a cigarette but refused to light up
for fear of having to take his eyes off her and missing some
incredibly acrobatic move by the sultry performer. And then
as if on cue she clutched the fireman's pole, spun around with
legs splayed, and displayed her amateur status.

Paying one hundred and fifty dollars for a phony id at the time he
bought it seemed like highway robbery, Tommy thought, but with
every tightening stretch of his BVDs he rationalized that it was
money well spent. Tommy mustered up enough courage to slink
up to the front of the stage for a closer look. Immediately his
BVDs deflated. "Oh my God!" he shouted. "Karen, I'm telling Mom."