Walking down my hall this evening, I saw our CA (Community Adviser) with two of my hall mates. The latter two lay on their backs while she photographed the words she had Sharpie'd onto their feet. Oh, I think, It's an art project. Cool.
I went over and nosed around, then as I walked back to my room she called out, "Hey, can I borrow your body this weekend?"
My instant reply: "Sure."
Honestly, it all makes perfect sense.
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What a surreal life you lead, dear.
It's not much more normal at home.
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