Sonnet-mas! Or something.

[xaara]

As you may have guessed, I am in college.

This means I am:

a. Poor; and
b. Poor; and
c. Stressed all to hell.

Alors! Here's what I propose instead of cards for Christmas/your holiday or winter celebration of choice:

Give me something. No, not a physical thing. I'm talking a word, a phrase, a favorite poem, a picture, a rant about how your cat won't quit puking in the corner.

And I will write you a sonnet [sort of maybe a little] related to whatever you give me. I make no promises about the quality of said sonnet; however, I am actually majoring in this stuff, so it should not make your brain hurt too badly. It will be done by January 1, known in Madison, WI as "The Day We All Get Wasted Out of Our Fucking Minds."

In all probability, it will be done by December 25, known in Madison, WI, as "The Day We Exchange Presents and Then Get Wasted Out of Our Fucking Minds."

Any takers?

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You are evil, you realize this, right? :P

Hmm....