I'm tired of writing poems about masturbating.
I wish I'd been born a girl.
They told me only girls could wear pretty clothes.
Why can't I be a fucking princess too?
I want to wear Jesus Diamante clothes and stand outside a hostess bar.
I'd have to give up my investigations into topological vector spaces, but that's okay.
Philip, want to do a photoshoot with me?
OH GOD YES
TSUU-CHAN, YOU'RE THE GREATEST!
Philip, what the fuck are you doing!
Get your ass back to the research center and finish your paper on Cauchy-Riemann equations.
Can't I do my photoshoot first?
NO
Dammit, Kingsley
I'm sick of you pressuring me to finish my research.
No one cares about the Fields Medal, only the Nobel Prize. And there is no Nobel Prize for mathematics.
That's because Alfred Nobel was a wanker who couldn't INTEGRATE.
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