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This will create a partition on the drive that you can safely format and use
but try not to format your own boot partition by mistake
Realizing I hardly ever post anything in this blog. Probably nobody checks it much any more. Penguins penguins penguins penguins penguins.
You have a gross mole that you’re sick of. Your insurance only covers you for bus accidents (except when they fall on blackout days), and while you’d like to perform a bathtub surgery, it’s 2015, who has a bathtub?
The one place that’s already gross enough that no one will mind is the subway. Not only can you use those wide, curved benches to gather your blood, but if you do it at rush hour there are bound to be lots of people who will call for help if things go south for you. Your fellow passengers love learning (look at all those books!) and they’ll be excited to watch a real live surgery without having to go to med school or steal cable.
So get drunk this morning, grab a steak knife and hop on the subway! You’re gonna die down there.
Happy Perform Surgery On Yourself On The Subway Day!
You’ve been craving him all semester, but you’re worried it will hurt things for you in the long run.
"I can’t stop thinking about you," tell him during office hours. "But this is the kind of thing that comes back to haunt people. My career. My reputation."
He’ll close the blinds.
"Don’t worry," he’ll say.
He’ll unbutton his shirt.
"Nothing we do will have any effect on your life whatsoever," he’ll say.
He’ll move some papers off the desktop and take your hand, guiding you to climb on top of his desk blotter.
"You’ll never look back on anything that transpires between the two of us as something to regret, or to remember with any sort of importance," he’ll say.
You’re unbuttoning your blouse now, reassured.
"Because darling, I teach communications. As far as the world is concerned, I don’t matter in the slightest."
You take him. You take him with great urgency. You take him like he could disappear into irrelevance at any second.
Happy Have Sex With Your Communications Professor Day!