"Try to remember...
That time in September when words were kept beside your pillow try to remember and if you remember then follow"
-The Fantasticks "Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you? For my hand is cold and needs warmth where are you going?" -Godspell John says "this will all make perfect sense some day."
Sure.
In need of reclaiming snark.
Speaking of reclaiming, some of the feminazis decided that pink is oppressive towards women. So they are reclaiming pink. Sigh.
Working out today, a really good-looking slightly/maybe boarding geriatric man walks in and starts to lift. And I'm like MEOW. Until he begins to pick at his pimples in the mirror. Listen, I don't care if you don't consider me evolutionarily viable and thus don't feel the need to impress me, but I DO NOT wanna see you pick your face in the work out room. It's nasty. Almost as nasty as the two guys lifting (who were neither geriatric nor near gorgeous) making sounds somewhere on the continuum between severely constipated---explosive diarrhea---the vomit comet. It does nothing for me.
Manhattan is a smart kittah. She knows that mommy doesn't exactly love it when she pounces up and down the couch. So what does mommy do? Give her attention of course. Um hi. Mommy is a psych major and needs to know better that to condition the damn cat. Um...this whole "mommy" thing bothers me too. I don't know if its cause it sounds too domesticated or if reminds me of all the damn Bosox losers yelling "HEEYYYYYYYYY Big Papi!" in their best latin accents. And really it could just sound nasty. Lets be honest.
This eclipse needs to get a move on.
Let's talk about how I ran the most unorganized study last night. Remember the honors thesis? Better yet remember the boxes and file folders? Remember how my kids deliberated for-fucking-ever? Yep. Apparently, they never
a)have seen me run a study
b)had to work for Shaver
Um and lets talk about how undergrads should be doing this, not grad students. Don't even get me started on how we have to do data entry. Dumb asses.
Dana's parents rock my world.
a)They send me fabulous cards that make my day
b)They send me pumpkin candles
When is the apocalypse going to come into my life again? I think it all started around an eclipse last year..........
Let's hope it has a better ending this time.
Cynthia worried that I hadn't called her in a few days. I thought that maybe she thought I was passed out in my apartment and was actually concerned for my well being. Nope. She thought I actually liked Miami. Silly girl.
-The Fantasticks "Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you? For my hand is cold and needs warmth where are you going?" -Godspell John says "this will all make perfect sense some day."
Sure.
In need of reclaiming snark.
Speaking of reclaiming, some of the feminazis decided that pink is oppressive towards women. So they are reclaiming pink. Sigh.
Working out today, a really good-looking slightly/maybe boarding geriatric man walks in and starts to lift. And I'm like MEOW. Until he begins to pick at his pimples in the mirror. Listen, I don't care if you don't consider me evolutionarily viable and thus don't feel the need to impress me, but I DO NOT wanna see you pick your face in the work out room. It's nasty. Almost as nasty as the two guys lifting (who were neither geriatric nor near gorgeous) making sounds somewhere on the continuum between severely constipated---explosive diarrhea---the vomit comet. It does nothing for me.
Manhattan is a smart kittah. She knows that mommy doesn't exactly love it when she pounces up and down the couch. So what does mommy do? Give her attention of course. Um hi. Mommy is a psych major and needs to know better that to condition the damn cat. Um...this whole "mommy" thing bothers me too. I don't know if its cause it sounds too domesticated or if reminds me of all the damn Bosox losers yelling "HEEYYYYYYYYY Big Papi!" in their best latin accents. And really it could just sound nasty. Lets be honest.
This eclipse needs to get a move on.
Let's talk about how I ran the most unorganized study last night. Remember the honors thesis? Better yet remember the boxes and file folders? Remember how my kids deliberated for-fucking-ever? Yep. Apparently, they never
a)have seen me run a study
b)had to work for Shaver
Um and lets talk about how undergrads should be doing this, not grad students. Don't even get me started on how we have to do data entry. Dumb asses.
Dana's parents rock my world.
a)They send me fabulous cards that make my day
b)They send me pumpkin candles
When is the apocalypse going to come into my life again? I think it all started around an eclipse last year..........
Let's hope it has a better ending this time.
Cynthia worried that I hadn't called her in a few days. I thought that maybe she thought I was passed out in my apartment and was actually concerned for my well being. Nope. She thought I actually liked Miami. Silly girl.
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