as if you read

i'm not listening to music right now so no sneaky lyrics will pulse their way into my writing, unless, of course, the Rolling Stones song that i just heard on my way into the computer lab plays loudly enough in my head to get translated into this crazy technological format. meg's wooden mountain range is frighteningly sexual and i feel uncomfortable grabbing it the way that i just did. ok- i'm going to go now because class is about to start and i can't concentrate