Today, instead of paying attention in Technical Writing, I spent the majority of the class period fantasizing about me and Robert Downey Jr. trapped alone on a desert island due to a plane wreck that killed all the other passengers and burned up all of RDJ’s shirts.
Right now, at work, for the last half hour, instead of doing homework, I’ve fantasized about Darren Criss and what’d it be like to be his girlfriend.
When I flunk out of college I’m blaming my imagination (and sexy, sexy male celebrities).
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