the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:18 p.m. + 2003-09-22 = anglo-saxon chronicle
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so when the library circulation-desk student worker said, "have a good day. i hope you enjoy your book!" i should have (as i normally would do) eyed him suspiciously or ran to the nearest acquaintence and unfairly "out" the mock-librarian.
however, i looked down at the 1912 printing, no larger than 4x6 with bright red hardbound cover, newly-checked-out-by-yours-truly book, as mock-librarian said "enjoy..." and rolled my eyes. oh yes... i'll "enjoy" the anglo-saxon chronicle. this being the sick little sado-masochistic relationship academia and i have....
immediately past the exit, i returned the book. smug expression tainted with slight snare... --enjoy...-- "in hell...," i thought under my breath.
an hour later, i am accosted with the fact that i acted rashly for i needed to thumb through evil, mediaeval text for my class beginning in 2point2. i am such a twa'.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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