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[prairiedaun]

I've come to a decision. Screw this linguistics crap. I'm going to drop out of school and find myself a sugar daddy. I'll stay at home and watch soaps all day, and cook and clean and make sure I perform all of my wifely duties well.

Then one night I'll poison hubby's scotch, and run off with Eduardo, the cabana boy. We'll run away to New York, Paris or Morocco. We'll make sweet sweet love while we live off of hubby's life insurance. Before the money runs out I'll leave him and jet away to some other fabulous city and take up with some artist types. We'll stay up late, discussing art and politics, smoking French cigarettes and drinking wine. I'll dazzle them all with my intellect, while slowly draining the last of my money.

And then, just as the money runs out, I'll return to Winnipeg, and finish up my anthropology/linguistics degree(s), and marry the boy I had a crush on in high school. We'll be very happy, and have a large and loving family. When my grandchildren are old enough, I'll entertain them with shocking stories of my misspent youth.

That sounds like a plan.


afraid of feeling nothing, no bees or butterflies
my head is full of voices and my house is full of lies

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