twelve weeks after the rockstar-nerd-tour began, last weekend's rendezvous brought the finale of the debbie-does-national-tour. seven states, nine trips, two weddings, four schools (and a partridge in a pear tree) later, i am exhausted: physically, emotionally, and ethically.

now that i think about it, i'm not really sure if i have something -- anything -- profound to report from all my traveling. which i guess is a big disappointment.

but i've become used to being a big disappointment. and it hasn't stopped me yet.

i've also become used to the fact that i'm not a poet. but that's never stopped me from writing limericks either ...


while i dreamed of new york city
nyu law admissions took no pity
the rejection was read
guess i'll go to harvard instead
can i appeal to another committee?

most assume that cambridge is bliss
(gay law students now can enlist)
i'm not sure what you've heard
but harvard's got a few nerds
did i shave my legs for this?

two wonderful friends ran the course
sharing in their joy was hardly remorse
i'll forever be disparaged
by the institution of marriage
i suppose that's why there's divorce. (just kidding.)

albeit a last minute pick of a dress
in order to keep the situation "abreast"
without much "support"
i'm a competitive sort
and i won the cleavage contest.

the prep work is disconcerting
business school is already perverting
i don't get how people find romance
in accounting, excel, and finance
i do hope they give degrees in flirting.

growing up, i've got more to do
the future nears; the past i cling to
seeing good friends from back in my day
remind me that i've actually come a long way
... and yet i still wound up in the zoo*.


(*but the panda was totally cute.)