Mr. Hand: What are you, people? On dope?
Today I tried to get an early start to shock my system in preparation for the 4:30 wake-up time I will have to adopt starting tomorrow. I am already exhausted but am drinking decaf coffee. Yeah, I don't know why either.
{Stole this from kulmagrrl, thanks grrrl!}
Since everyone else I know was still in bed, I decided to run some errands in the morning. I bought a cool fall jacket from a consignment shop, then went to the grocery store to find decent meals for the week. I came home with coffee, spinach wraps, cheese, hummus, and piles and piles of note cards for school. I have cereal, milk, fresh tomatoes, and tuna in the house already, so I should be all set at least until the nicotine withdrawal kicks in tomorrow. Then I will be banging on the drive-through window of Taco Bell like a pregnant psychopath. There are 4 cigs left in my pack. They are gathered in the corner of the box like spring lambs on slaughtering day.
You know, I love teaching adolescent boys, but life would be so much easier if I worked at an all-girls school. Instead of shopping for business attire today, I went to Kohls to buy, gulp, minimizer bras. I tried one on, and sure enough, Im one whole size smaller in the ta-tas. I feel like such a boob-trader. Like the boys you dont want to bring home to meet Daddy, my curves have turned into something to hide and enjoy only in environments where I wont see anyone I know.
LOL. Its a sad day in the Terrakotta sexual revolution, friends.
Moving along I was supposed to go to a wedding this upcoming weekend but my plans changed: the family insisted that if I cant make the rehearsal dinner on Friday, I shouldnt bother coming to the wedding on Saturday (???!!! Yeah Im mystified as well). They told me to take Friday off from work, but I cant: its my first week with my kids and besides, Im very anal about my planning. I hate having to go in the day after a sub covers and catch up on all the missed stuff. Today I decided Im damn glad Im not going: the bride (who I know only in passing; Im more friends with her family) paid her mother $500 to get rid of her 15 year old cat because she was sick of taking care of it. Theres nothing physically wrong with the cat, mind you. The bride is just a selfish bitch. Hmmph. I wonder what she expects her new husband to do when he gets sick of HER!
Animal-haters: they will all burn in hell, or at least SHOULD.
Sorry, didnt mean to end this on a down note.
You. me. we used to be on fire.
If keys are all that stand between, can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline.
Just fuck me kitten.
You are wild and Im in your possession.
Nothings free, so fuck me kitten!
-R.E.M.
Thats a little better. A shout out to my night owl, wherever he is.
Today I tried to get an early start to shock my system in preparation for the 4:30 wake-up time I will have to adopt starting tomorrow. I am already exhausted but am drinking decaf coffee. Yeah, I don't know why either.
{Stole this from kulmagrrl, thanks grrrl!}
Since everyone else I know was still in bed, I decided to run some errands in the morning. I bought a cool fall jacket from a consignment shop, then went to the grocery store to find decent meals for the week. I came home with coffee, spinach wraps, cheese, hummus, and piles and piles of note cards for school. I have cereal, milk, fresh tomatoes, and tuna in the house already, so I should be all set at least until the nicotine withdrawal kicks in tomorrow. Then I will be banging on the drive-through window of Taco Bell like a pregnant psychopath. There are 4 cigs left in my pack. They are gathered in the corner of the box like spring lambs on slaughtering day.
You know, I love teaching adolescent boys, but life would be so much easier if I worked at an all-girls school. Instead of shopping for business attire today, I went to Kohls to buy, gulp, minimizer bras. I tried one on, and sure enough, Im one whole size smaller in the ta-tas. I feel like such a boob-trader. Like the boys you dont want to bring home to meet Daddy, my curves have turned into something to hide and enjoy only in environments where I wont see anyone I know.
LOL. Its a sad day in the Terrakotta sexual revolution, friends.
Moving along I was supposed to go to a wedding this upcoming weekend but my plans changed: the family insisted that if I cant make the rehearsal dinner on Friday, I shouldnt bother coming to the wedding on Saturday (???!!! Yeah Im mystified as well). They told me to take Friday off from work, but I cant: its my first week with my kids and besides, Im very anal about my planning. I hate having to go in the day after a sub covers and catch up on all the missed stuff. Today I decided Im damn glad Im not going: the bride (who I know only in passing; Im more friends with her family) paid her mother $500 to get rid of her 15 year old cat because she was sick of taking care of it. Theres nothing physically wrong with the cat, mind you. The bride is just a selfish bitch. Hmmph. I wonder what she expects her new husband to do when he gets sick of HER!
Animal-haters: they will all burn in hell, or at least SHOULD.
Sorry, didnt mean to end this on a down note.
You. me. we used to be on fire.
If keys are all that stand between, can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline.
Just fuck me kitten.
You are wild and Im in your possession.
Nothings free, so fuck me kitten!
-R.E.M.
Thats a little better. A shout out to my night owl, wherever he is.
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But don't underestimate learnin curves, i sucked in french till Madame McGough turned up in the mediocre level class, my god i was fluent in a week, then i got promted to a high class lost interest, got demoted to the lowest class. Oh the irony.
by the by....
Cheers terracotta, you're cool. Nice to know there's hope left for mankind.
xs
He says it like it's a bad thing. Supertasting was my favorite part of quitting. Oh, that and having my firstborn--I quit a 2-pack-a-day habit the day I found out I was pregnant. 5 p.m. August 5, 1993.
4:30!! Ugh... Good luck adjusting.