I will breathe the air, I'll dance and you will wonder why
It's because you made me see this chance was moving by
Because I'm not going to live forever
But as long as I do I'd love to live for real.
With you I might get there
With you I might start to feel
With you I will get there
With you I will live for real
-Ks Choice, Live For Real
Gotta throw in a sappy lyric every once in a while to combat the manic tendencies in my head. Serenity now. Or at least for a moment.
Okay. It has passed.
On the news front, the financial control board that has taken over my bankrupt city has refused outside arbitration to settle our lost teachers contract, and get this: they have decided to pay new incoming teachers more than established ones. In September, a freshly out of school teacher with a bachelor's degree will be paid the SAME SALARY AS ME, on my 6th year with a Master's.
FUCK THIS CITY! I have already made up my mind; I'm outta here in June. So make room on your couches while I look for work.
No, seriously. Get out the spare pillow. JakeyPooh, hide the liquor. In the pillow.
I am mildly annoyed about one other thing: people who call and hang up on my answering machine. Its been happening a lot lately; so it might be a telemarketer trying to sell me some crap I dont want However, I will have to bring in the machine for breathing analysis if this keeps up. My feeling is, even if you are just calling to plot my destruction, do me the favor and menacingly growl I am stalking you and hang up. Or even better, Im hiding in your bedroom closet with rope and pliers! I will sleep better (and may even enjoy it, in my own twisted masochistic way).
I am down to a pack of smokes a day, which is an accomplishment I attribute to my buying Marlboro Lights 72s. They have tiny filters, therefore more of the nicotine and formaldehyde and all the other toxic crap shoots faster in the brain. They make me feel nauseated with every puff and even Jen wont bum one. I bought them purposefully for that reason. Now, when I am craving a cigarette, I think, hmmm, is it WORTH vomiting uncontrollably for an hour?
On a final perverse note, I have been set up on a blind meet-for-coffee date for this evening and I am dreading every minute of it. Why I am going I dont know. Ill be sure to report all the dreadfully heinous details here ASAP, as long as he doesnt kill me.
Its a perfect day here: 70s, sunny, light breeze, no humidity. What the hell am I doing inside? Im going outdoors to frolic.
Your skin speaks up but your lips couldn't say it
Right now I know somehow we could take the chance and we could make it
Make it right here, make it all disappear, everything that we've been missing
Missing you makes me feel that there's a part of me that I want to get back again
-NIN Deep
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Ugg. Too clingy. Too sensitive for a first date.
Sexual chemistry of a date with my brother, if I had one.
I'm going to curl up and watch Homicide on TNT and drown my self-pity at the prospect of never finding a suitable partner in crime in lemonade and vodka. I'll be back later tonight.
--------------------------------------added 12:15 am----------
Fuck. Passed out during Homicide, woke up, and Panic Room was on. Jared Leto seems amusing, but who the hell was paid money to write a script about this scenario? And what are Jodie Foster and Forrest Whittaker doing selling their souls to this crap?
It's because you made me see this chance was moving by
Because I'm not going to live forever
But as long as I do I'd love to live for real.
With you I might get there
With you I might start to feel
With you I will get there
With you I will live for real
-Ks Choice, Live For Real
Gotta throw in a sappy lyric every once in a while to combat the manic tendencies in my head. Serenity now. Or at least for a moment.
Okay. It has passed.
On the news front, the financial control board that has taken over my bankrupt city has refused outside arbitration to settle our lost teachers contract, and get this: they have decided to pay new incoming teachers more than established ones. In September, a freshly out of school teacher with a bachelor's degree will be paid the SAME SALARY AS ME, on my 6th year with a Master's.
FUCK THIS CITY! I have already made up my mind; I'm outta here in June. So make room on your couches while I look for work.
No, seriously. Get out the spare pillow. JakeyPooh, hide the liquor. In the pillow.
I am mildly annoyed about one other thing: people who call and hang up on my answering machine. Its been happening a lot lately; so it might be a telemarketer trying to sell me some crap I dont want However, I will have to bring in the machine for breathing analysis if this keeps up. My feeling is, even if you are just calling to plot my destruction, do me the favor and menacingly growl I am stalking you and hang up. Or even better, Im hiding in your bedroom closet with rope and pliers! I will sleep better (and may even enjoy it, in my own twisted masochistic way).
I am down to a pack of smokes a day, which is an accomplishment I attribute to my buying Marlboro Lights 72s. They have tiny filters, therefore more of the nicotine and formaldehyde and all the other toxic crap shoots faster in the brain. They make me feel nauseated with every puff and even Jen wont bum one. I bought them purposefully for that reason. Now, when I am craving a cigarette, I think, hmmm, is it WORTH vomiting uncontrollably for an hour?
On a final perverse note, I have been set up on a blind meet-for-coffee date for this evening and I am dreading every minute of it. Why I am going I dont know. Ill be sure to report all the dreadfully heinous details here ASAP, as long as he doesnt kill me.
Its a perfect day here: 70s, sunny, light breeze, no humidity. What the hell am I doing inside? Im going outdoors to frolic.
Your skin speaks up but your lips couldn't say it
Right now I know somehow we could take the chance and we could make it
Make it right here, make it all disappear, everything that we've been missing
Missing you makes me feel that there's a part of me that I want to get back again
-NIN Deep
------------------------------------added 9:15 pm-------------
Ugg. Too clingy. Too sensitive for a first date.
Sexual chemistry of a date with my brother, if I had one.
I'm going to curl up and watch Homicide on TNT and drown my self-pity at the prospect of never finding a suitable partner in crime in lemonade and vodka. I'll be back later tonight.
--------------------------------------added 12:15 am----------
Fuck. Passed out during Homicide, woke up, and Panic Room was on. Jared Leto seems amusing, but who the hell was paid money to write a script about this scenario? And what are Jodie Foster and Forrest Whittaker doing selling their souls to this crap?
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As a PS, I think Forrest Whittaker was pretty cool in Ghost Dawg