Penis Envy and Spander Rec request.

[synapticjava]

Right. So, I'm afraid to go outside right now because I can *feel* the wind trying to blow the building away even though I'm safely tucked away in my brick dorm room. Skeery.

So, I've decided that I really do not like my counseling theories class. Actually, no, I love the class - I can't stand the people *in* the class. There's 8 of us - and I'm the only guy. I'm not allowed to speak, my opinion doesn't matter, and I was told more than once tonight that I'm just a dumb man, no more no less. I? Am not happy.

Also, my stomache feels like dirty jeans on the rock cycle at the local Super Suds. Bleck. I wonder if it's all the coffee/energy drink I consumed? nah. Couldn't be that. I did manage to stay awake for my other two classes, though. So, go me!

And now - since I feel like crap and am bruised beyond anything coherant at the moment. I shall go to bed and pretend that, once again, this day never happened. Thank you, good night.

One more thing, though - can someone rec me some schmoopy spander? Hopefully something not-long. I can't even concentrate enough to get through the latest SnL.

Comments

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

I'm really enjoying Willa's bed!verse stuff -- although that's more than Spander. Some short, some long. But none too long. I had to go to bed half way through snakes and ladders last night because I felt so bad. Bleh. Not fun. Read something light, sleep a lot, I hope you have better classes tomorrow!

[amejisuto.livejournal.com]

How about some Spander with a heavy dose of chocolate. darkhavens' Hershey's Heaven on Earth Spa. Romantic Spander, lots of chocolate. Also DH has loads of lovely drabbles on her site that are short and almost always sweet.

Sorry to hear about your class. I'll be the first one to admit that sometimes us girls are idiots. Then again I used to get beat up by all four Stephanies in our school for watching boy cartoons.

Hope you like the rec!

[trepkos.livejournal.com]

I'm not allowed to speak, my opinion doesn't matter, and I was told more than once tonight that I'm just a dumb man, no more no less.

I thought that sort of thing wasn't allowed any more over there. What about the teacher? I pity any man who goes to these women for counselling....