NOW it makes sense

It runs in the family

CarrieMMMeggs: and people say cocaine highs aren't as awesome as they're cracked up to be
CarrieMMMeggs: i made a pun onaccident
IndubitablyDyl: Oh Carrie
IndubitablyDyl: That was bad
CarrieMMMeggs: :-)
IndubitablyDyl: You must really be my sister

Who needs to make out?

[00:10] I2OIENTO: here we are at midnight debating pastrys
[00:11] IndubitablyDyl: We are truly the intellectual elite.

"Hey hot stuff, I know a janitor's closet that is missing a few screws. Want to help me fix it?"

"Rosencrantz is dead
Guildenstern is too.
My quintessence of dust
Belongs to you."

Now, with such sterling original compositions like those, I absolutely can't stay single forever!

*le sigh*

I'd like to take a moment to give mad props to my stress pill(s). I'm nothing but sweat and tears without you baby!

I'd like to take this time to acknowledge a grave wrong I have committed and hopefully my apology can render remove some of the intense guilt and night-terrors I've received as a result of this grievous wrong.

In the past, I have frequently slandered the name of Gustav Mahler. I have balked at the idea of listening to his music, telling everyone how horrendous it is and that it should best be avoided by good, honest, pure-hearted people.

Well, dear readers, I was wrong. I'm not proud of my comments, but I feel it is my duty to make amends. I have listened to a number of Mahler's symphonies (5 to this point, I believe), and I must say they are quite enjoyable. Not Dvorak, or even Ralph Vaughn Williams enjoyable, but still quality pieces of music.

Hence, I retract my previous comments about Mahler and encourage all of you to at least take him into consideration. Thank you for your time.