You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue
You make me, make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
-The Cure
I'm cooked. Fried in the not-quite-humpday grease and set on a papertowel to dry. But the weekend will be here soon and that mean more vodka, which is always a bonus.
Today in school I saw a cockroach in the hallway; it was sort of upside-down and flailing or something; kind of wiggling but not scurrying. And it was monstrous. Obviously, between my Cricket and this insect, I'm beginning to suspect that there is some sort of evil growth hormone in the water. Anyway, I felt a little sympathy for it: was it in pain? did it just need to be turned back over? I took out a pen to use to get it back on its feet but could not go through with it. I'm sure on Judgment Day I will be flogged by giant antennae.
Someone e-mailed me to complain about some friends-list stalking going on. While I acknowledge the frustration, I am staying in Switzerland; sometimes, people like to be stalked. At least that's what I tell myself when I purposely walk by the new art teacher's room and find excuses to "pop" my head in and start a conversation.
Which reminds me. I saw Jayla, student-teacher/sex kitten, for the first time in a week today, and I was a little disturbed. She permed her hair. Now, as a member of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Hairdoo myself, I know change is good. But she had such shiny, silky, straight Angelina-like hair... what gives? On the other hand, I myself have given up trying to fight the semi-consciousness I encounter at 5:00 in the morning and have adopted the natural look, sans dryer, which for me translates into the white-girl-'fro. It makes me look a little crazy. I kinda like it.
My students have given me a big thumbs-down on The Exorcism of Emily Rose and have said it's a waste of money. I may see The Brothers Grimm instead; any word on that flick? Last Days is playing at the artsy theater for this week only, and I can't seem to drag my lazy ass out of my apartment to see it before Friday.
Cereal is the new crack. Just say no, kids. Look at me, I'm pouring myself another bowl! Damn Red Berries.
Anyone have a good caption for this one?
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue
You make me, make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
-The Cure
I'm cooked. Fried in the not-quite-humpday grease and set on a papertowel to dry. But the weekend will be here soon and that mean more vodka, which is always a bonus.
Today in school I saw a cockroach in the hallway; it was sort of upside-down and flailing or something; kind of wiggling but not scurrying. And it was monstrous. Obviously, between my Cricket and this insect, I'm beginning to suspect that there is some sort of evil growth hormone in the water. Anyway, I felt a little sympathy for it: was it in pain? did it just need to be turned back over? I took out a pen to use to get it back on its feet but could not go through with it. I'm sure on Judgment Day I will be flogged by giant antennae.
Someone e-mailed me to complain about some friends-list stalking going on. While I acknowledge the frustration, I am staying in Switzerland; sometimes, people like to be stalked. At least that's what I tell myself when I purposely walk by the new art teacher's room and find excuses to "pop" my head in and start a conversation.
Which reminds me. I saw Jayla, student-teacher/sex kitten, for the first time in a week today, and I was a little disturbed. She permed her hair. Now, as a member of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Hairdoo myself, I know change is good. But she had such shiny, silky, straight Angelina-like hair... what gives? On the other hand, I myself have given up trying to fight the semi-consciousness I encounter at 5:00 in the morning and have adopted the natural look, sans dryer, which for me translates into the white-girl-'fro. It makes me look a little crazy. I kinda like it.
My students have given me a big thumbs-down on The Exorcism of Emily Rose and have said it's a waste of money. I may see The Brothers Grimm instead; any word on that flick? Last Days is playing at the artsy theater for this week only, and I can't seem to drag my lazy ass out of my apartment to see it before Friday.
Cereal is the new crack. Just say no, kids. Look at me, I'm pouring myself another bowl! Damn Red Berries.
Anyone have a good caption for this one?
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Sorry, hopefully I'll be back to my light-hearted self soon. I've just been a little disappointed in humanity lately.
*edited to say, I like your new profile pic.
[Edited on Sep 16, 2005 6:53AM]
you tricked me...
it's ok.