Dear Almighty God(dess) of telekinesis:
If you blessed me like I'd asked you to my Women's Studies class wouldn't be so boring. Tomorrow, I don't need a full-on blessing of telekinesis. Just a smidge. If only my professor would develop a little heat blister or something in the middle of her forehead from my BURNING EYE LAZORS OF BOREDOMTM I would be in your debt. It could be something random, chaotic, etc, too. Anything. I took this class- "Women's Studies" under the assumption I would be "Studying Women". I was mislead and disappointed, you see. So if you would be so kind as to give me a half hour of coolness, or maybe just wake up Cthulu and see if he'd be up for some tentacleation of greater Portland, I'd be grateful.
Thanks and spanks,
Kit



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