I don't know what I'm going to do: Tell me [s']more about it.

Right now I really have no idea what I am going to do with my life. I'm writing stories for literary journals and I'm considering how I could work after college but I really have no clue.

However, I found this encouraging:

When Sylvester Graham invented the Graham cracker in 1822 he marketed it as some sort of miracle cracker that could cure diseases and greatly boost the immune system. It was the center of a health regimen Graham came up with to suppress "unhealthy carnal urges."

Graham crackers don't really do that.


So I guess what I'm really saying is. . . maybe my writings aren't going to be as great as I would hope, and maybe my career will be mediocre at best.

But I hope that someday somebody will cover it with chocolate and melted marshmallow and think that it is pretty good.

My discovery about college. . .

Those who drink alcohol seem to meet so many more people.




Why can't cherry coke induce a relationship?