I’ve been working on a huge paper that I turned in and presented on this past Monday. I plan to present this paper at a regional conference for my field in the spring so I have to edit it and such. Good news is I’m done with all my coursework for my Masters degree; all I have remaining now are thesis hours which I should finish in the spring, YAYSIES!
So I’ll be back to blawging soon. I want to thank everyone who responded to the last post, y’all are just so trill. For realsies, y’all melted my unicorn heart with your tipz and advice. In the meantime and to prove that I have surrounded myself with the finest and choicest selection of ain’t-shit people, my friend/classmate sent me this article for no reason where the writer shared some thoughts on autumn. Here are some excerpts; I bolded the parts that particularly made me wheeze:
GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
BY COLIN NISSAN
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall.
I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, “It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.”