if you expect me to write anything else until december 15th or later, you are sorely mistaken. until I know all there is to know about land development and planning, intellectual property, entertainment law, and corpo-what?-rations, then I will be ghost. yes, bitch, that is a legal term. even now, at 3:40 in the damn morning, I have my nose in a book. and my ass in a sling, if I don’t do well.
fuckin’ finals.
do well.