"Hangin' 'round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was in platform double suede
Yeah there she was... like disco lemonade
I smell sex and candy here..."
-Marcy Playground
So, hmmmm... up to page 81 of 503 Crime and Punishment pages; I just read the scene where the main character chops an axe into an old lady's head and is trapped at the crime scene, ready to be discovered. Sweet bedtime reading. Already I'm ready to dig up Dostovesky's editor and bitch-slap him. Seriously, Fyodor: what you took 80 pages to write I could have communicated in one journal entry on Suicide Girls! (not that my ramblings are particularly neat and trim....)
Which brings me to my latest musing. As an "esteemed" member of the National Education Association union (heh heh chuckle, sneer), I received a little information booklet in the mail today on the !! BENEFITS !! of being such a member. With my dues, the union writer proclaims, I am covered for up to $150,000 of life insurance if you are a victim of homicide while on the job (bulleted, bold, exclamation point!)... Is this supposed to be a happy notification?! Worried that you'll be the target of a gang dispute? Uncomfortable about the rise in white-boy shooting rampages? Fear not! Your massive debt to Sallie Mae and other money-grubbing college loan corporations will be put to rest, right along with you!! Ahhh, what a relief! So if I'm struck down while holding a piece of chalk, they can outline my body with it, and my soul, which had been previously willed to Sallie Mae, can be released. Phew, that's a weight off my shoulders!
18 days until the big 3-2. Time is running out for doing something spontaneous, something daring, something so acrobatically delightful I won't dare recount it here. What it is I'm not sure of yet, but it'll come to me soon.
Sleep tight... and don't let anything bite... unless of course, it seems appropriate in the heat of the moment!
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was in platform double suede
Yeah there she was... like disco lemonade
I smell sex and candy here..."
-Marcy Playground
So, hmmmm... up to page 81 of 503 Crime and Punishment pages; I just read the scene where the main character chops an axe into an old lady's head and is trapped at the crime scene, ready to be discovered. Sweet bedtime reading. Already I'm ready to dig up Dostovesky's editor and bitch-slap him. Seriously, Fyodor: what you took 80 pages to write I could have communicated in one journal entry on Suicide Girls! (not that my ramblings are particularly neat and trim....)
Which brings me to my latest musing. As an "esteemed" member of the National Education Association union (heh heh chuckle, sneer), I received a little information booklet in the mail today on the !! BENEFITS !! of being such a member. With my dues, the union writer proclaims, I am covered for up to $150,000 of life insurance if you are a victim of homicide while on the job (bulleted, bold, exclamation point!)... Is this supposed to be a happy notification?! Worried that you'll be the target of a gang dispute? Uncomfortable about the rise in white-boy shooting rampages? Fear not! Your massive debt to Sallie Mae and other money-grubbing college loan corporations will be put to rest, right along with you!! Ahhh, what a relief! So if I'm struck down while holding a piece of chalk, they can outline my body with it, and my soul, which had been previously willed to Sallie Mae, can be released. Phew, that's a weight off my shoulders!
18 days until the big 3-2. Time is running out for doing something spontaneous, something daring, something so acrobatically delightful I won't dare recount it here. What it is I'm not sure of yet, but it'll come to me soon.
Sleep tight... and don't let anything bite... unless of course, it seems appropriate in the heat of the moment!
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q1070:
so what can I get you for your birthday? 
sixsixsin:
spontanious, daring?....come to vegas!