I have a creative writing project due in a couple of days and I am incredibly unmotivated to do it. I keep sitting down to write this dumb paper and instead I keep trying to rhyme things with “catie”, thanks to a conversation I had at rehearsal tonight about how I will never be the subject of Do-Run-Run at Comedy Sportz.
So I thought of this
There once was a blue haired young lady
who went by the nom de plume Catie
she wanted to write
and do theatre by night
and the fates all responded with “maybe”
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