baby, what's in that satchel?

is what bill taylor/spacey's going to say when he reads my essay. it's so fucking boring i don't even want to write it let alone read it.

O pondok bantuan with your magical theory-essay-writing fairy, where are you in this my hour of need ??!!

and how do i know things are definitely going up shit creek? i can't be arsed doing my essay but i can be bothered looking through my list of fonts for a nice one to put on my blog.