The Good Ol' Days
You know what I miss? I miss my years at Winthrop when I had most of my friends in one convenient place. I don't see or speak to my friends nearly enough. Part of that is geography, part of that is being on the lovely night shift, part of that is that I'm horrible at keeping in touch and part of that is just life in general. You know having to be the responsible adult. We need to decide on a town where we all have a job and a place to live and move there. Then, oh, the nights of liver pool to be had. And there would have to be a coffee shop in this town that stayed open late! And gerbiling, there would have to be gerbiling, as well as burying Brian in stuffed animals. Oh and there would be ER nights but maybe it's not ER anymore maybe it's House or NCIS or something way better than ER. Plus the series is almost over. And there would be Olive Garden, where we scare every table around us because we're just that loud and having that much fun. The difference between this place and the WU is work instead of class to get in the way of fun. Okay now you know my plan. Now it's time to execute it. That is all.
