I call people I don’t like ‘rock eaters’ because it makes them question their very existence. Some will wonder why I called them a rock eater and this will torture them to the very end, even though they have never eaten a rock. Others will remember the time they ate a rock and feel ashamed and confused.
B Arts / B Science (Advanced Mathematics), UNSW
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I logged into facebook, as I do every morning and I saw it. He poked me. It wasn't just any pld poke, it was one filled with years of sexual tension and renewed lust. A shiver of excitement trembled over my body as my mouse hovered pver the poke back button. Was I ready for this? My mind raced, as I thought about how this could be interpreted. One wrong love and everything would be undone. The poke button sat there, taunting me. All I had to do was click it and all my feelings would be conveyed but my hand locked up. What if the poke had just been a friendly action? No. It couldn't be. I saw the way he posted a '' after saying hi on chat last night. He wanted me, and this poke had been the confirmation I needed. Thinking of that warm emoticon, I found the courge to poke him back.
Three weeks later I would find myself arrested for sexual assault.
Shadowdue also poked me. I ignored it though.
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