The only way I was able to survive the first day of my accounting class was to relate the deep and significant meaning of the shimmering terminology to Category A-List: Dating & Relationships. Easy enough: Assets (what does Boyfriend/Potential boyfriend have? & Yourself?), Liability (What does he owe to other people? What do you owe to other people? Equity (who OWNS all this, bitch? . . . personally, I think The Face of God does, but that’s a whole other Hawaiian shirt wearing Pentecostal investment-- which will all probably show up on the Statement of Cash Flow anyway). THERE ARE TWO SIDES TO THIS BALANCE SHEET, BABY!! AND ASSETS TAKE UP A WHOLE SIDE TO THEMSELVES. Other than that, the utter Surreal aspect of finding myself in this situation kept me wide awake until my eyes hurt. The strings only mean that I lovvveeee yooouuuuu.
ps,
I have one more thing for you: bleach-blond, puffy feathered bangs. Ummm hmm.
Posted by caroline at September 8, 2005 5:54 PMCaroline's life is an interminable inside joke that I am so, so , SO blessed to be in on. A club forms out of thin air all around her. Like that water-to-gell powder you get in joke shops. And outsiders find themselves caught in the transulcent goo of Caro-World and it's either a turn-on or a put-off. Poor strangers.
Wiggedy-wiggedy.
I'm on drugs.
Xavier