I regret to inform you that my last post, the one about cereal, was deleted due to the fact that I am slightly incompetent and have not quite figured this whole "bloggity blog" thing out. The delightful photos that I attached to the blog didn't show up, and to be honest, the post just wasn't the same without them. Any help would be greatly appreciated. I don't really get these "new fangled contraptions" half the time.
In other news, today I had a rather grotesque brush with feet. While sitting in my early morning class, with my hands clasped together in delight, eyes bulging and shiny with the promise of education, I noticed something horrible to my left.
Down on the chair next to me, were the unmistakable feet of Bilbo Baggins. Now, I realize that these feet were attached to a non-hobbit who happens to be very nice and intelligent, however, I strongly believe that his former feet must have been removed in a freak ice skating incident, or perhaps a game of bridge became violent and cost him his appendages. Whatever the circumstances, these new attached feet, are horrific.
I could no longer pay attention to the rising numbers of single parent households, or the sharp increase in divorce rates from 1860 to 2003...no...all I could think about were the dirty soled, hairy feet splaying out on the chair to my left.
Now, it is important for you all to know that I have a very sensitive gag reflex and my only heightened sense just happens to be my sense of smell. And when the smell of dirt, rotten eggs, and old corn-chips wafts their dark scent toward me, I fear I may need a gas mask.
Would it be impolite for me to request he reserve taking off his shoes for his private time, as it upsets my genteel nature? Or should I just move to a different desk?
Sincerely,
Miss Noxema Jackson
p.s. (for those of you who don't know who Miss Jackson is, please rent Too Wong Foo, it will explain a lot)
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