Memoirs of a nutter
Well, darlings, this is it. This is goodbye. After today, St. Ignatius will once again be as a closed book to you, and I, for one, am mightily glad. Perhaps now I will be able to sleep easy in my bed, and integrate myself into 'normal' college life. We shall see. One last tale before I go, however, and in true sitcom style, St. Ignatius is this week bustling with preparations for our Eurovision bid. Team Vagina (for that is the name of our group) is busy rehearsing and choreographing dance-sequences for our first public show-case next week. Our song, "Ooh, ah, Just a Little Clit", has already caused somewhat of a stir in college, and we are hoping to receive the same level of attention outside these hallowed walls. Maybe we'll see some of you at the show..?
Before I go, I'd like to take a brief, self-indulgent moment to thank all those who made this possible, and especially my parents, who quite unselfishly moved into separate houses as a very special celebration of Valentine's Day. Thanks to the llama, and "hello" to the two stalkers I gained over the course of this term. Thanks to the priests at St. Ignatius for overlooking my little indiscretions, and best of luck to the masturbating, epilating nun I outed last week, who is now beginning a new life in Cape Cod. So long, farewell,(hang on, that show was last year), and if any of you really, really want to know what the hell has been going (as if any of you care), do get in touch.
This really has been my life.
(True Story.)
The Nutter is Dead: Long live Team Vagina.
28th Feb 2002