The Beginning of the End

I feel the joy of blushing, newfound love beginning to fade.

It started like a usual Monday. I casually flicked a nice chunk of fetal pig in my hair again, brushed my labcoat sleeve all up in my pig's brain. I think someone dropped my pig too because his skull was cracked in five pieces and his brain was all mushy and the membranes were broken. I left before histology because I'm such a rebel.

Actually, I went to FCP early because... F usually rocks up about seven minutes early and I like to have a chat with him before. He came in after me and started talking to me as I sat in the foyer.

I wish I wish I'd seized the moment better but alas, I didn't. We only talked about study break and whether we'd had any fun or gotten any work done. It was seriously monotonous and it truly truly depresses me because I know we can have fun times chatting! We've had them before!

Unfortunately, as we walked into the class I noticed he'd bought a new pair of shoes... I nearly vomited in my mouth. They were like Harrison Ford's grandpa/nautical shoes. I hope you know the ones I'm referring to. Except the material was shiny-ish. Oh God, it hurt so much to see them. I began to question his sexuality, in fact. My heart sunk. How can I respect a man who wears such heinous footwear?

To make matters worse, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a not-loose black t-shirt. He needs to wear that blue henley that drapes nicely over his pectoral muscles MOAR.

But he was really nice. I miss MGC labs...

J