utterly bizarre.

last night, after the culmination of an otherwise lackluster semester, i went out to dinner with stephen and my favorite professor at grafton. dinner began at 6:00 & ended at 11:30. the liquor and food tab was nearly $200 dollars across 3 people. i was stumbling over words, smiling, laughing, and being my typical boisterous self. conversation topics covered:

blowjobs
anal sex
the first time
philadelphia
new york city
the epistemology of the closet
rules of conduct

but, he is no longer my professor--that is, until i turn in my final paper. i'm not one for adhering to boundaries, just ask my friends. my professor, then, he comes back to my dorm room to "get over" his drunkeness with the help of a bit water, the side of a toilet bowl, and my maternal backrubs. my roommates didn't know what to think. i didn't know what i think.

hey professor, what are you doing for new year's?