I came away from the table with a final total in the range of 7 grand. Of course, being who I am, I felt obliged to celebrate with a bit of conspicuous consumerism in the snooty shopping concourse the next day.. so Im left with about 6 grand or so. I suppose I could've won more if I had kept playing, but the Russian mob guy sitting next to me was taking a bit too much of an interest in me..so it was time to bail.
I like those disrespectful women.. they give you amusing anecdotes to post in your journal..
Look on the bright side. At least they are comfortable enough around you to tell you what they really think
Thanks for the reply in my journal. I'm just saying hi though, not looking to start anything
Have a good one man
i would reccomend anything from little plasic castle and earlier. it is all good. that is the only reason i have. it is raw and beautiful. later she got into this weird jazz kindof thing that i wasnt really into but the early stuff as well as the new album is really singer/songwriter type stuff. all very good
I thought "library peon respect" would be one of the perks of being a prof. Well, shit . . . is it too late to change majors?
Maybe I should bring "sexology" into literary studies and form a new school of lit. crit. We could point out, analyze, and/or invent sexual innuendoes in great literary texts.
Stay tuned for my first journal publication . . . "Heh heh heh, heh heh heh, Wordsworth said 'tool.'"
Ah! How thoughtless of me! I have nothing against the hoofed-and-multi-stomached; I don't even eat them. I have even experienced much joy thanks to bovines: school opening late due to cows blocking the road, a bull chasing someone I disliked, cattle rampaging across the university and causing general chaos.
I blame our modern society for instilling in women a fear of comparison with noble barnyard animals. Next time I feel like "a fat cow," I shall low proudly and have another helping of ice cream.
Fun fact: Latin has two verbs to describe cow noises: "mugire," meaning "to moo," and "admugire," meaning "to moo at, towards, or in the general direction of." That makes me giggle.
I had my root canal this morning, and with the exception of one burst of tears, I was fine...on quite the bit of drugs, but fine.
I hope you are alright.
I will work anywhere that is willing to pay enough to support me and my kitty, with a lil leftover for fun. Apparently, my boyfriend has friends in the Chicago area that we could possibly stay with while we get jobs and find housing, etc. I'm thinking of submitting a resume to the link you posted for me--but I don't know how soon I should do it since I won't be moving til late July/early August.
Ouchie! Hope the cap goes well. I still haven't gotten mine pulled. I have been procrastinating because they aren't hurting at the moment. Still haven't found a way to pay for it.
