Is it totally unethical to want to turn a sorta friend into your summer project?

Obviously not one of Frankenstein proportions- promise. But I want a little corruption, instill some mild rebellion in her. I want her to talk about masturbation in the middle of a crowded subway.

Now that's hot.

This weekend will be upstate NY country style where adolescent boys actually cow-tip for a hobby. And Bob Dylan? I know I'm supposed to quote him from time to time as a liberal arts college cliche but all I know is that he's really fucking old and apparently will never die because folk music makes you invincible. What I'm really looking forward to however, is meeting Tammy's parents.

Also, I need to stop talking about stuff I'm going to do because it'll just mean I'll never do it.

And Goddamnit, why won't you hire me?