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Saturday, April 17, 2004

D-I-V-O-R-C-E
I found out last night that yet another couple I know is calling it quits. My good friend Stef married young and divorced young and likes to refer to herself in mixed company as "between husbands." She's an aesthetician and I think she just likes to say it to freak out the sorority girls as she's waxing off their unwanted pubic hair.

Friday, April 16, 2004

Looking at student loan annual statements makes me depressed.

Big Gray is working a temp job as we speak to try and bring home a little cash after months of bringing home nothing but academic hoo-ha. They put him on a catering gig, something which I think BG is the most poorly suited person I know to do such. Not only has he never worked food service, he is not the most graceful. I'm imagining trays of ice water spilled, party goers flabberghasted by his rhetoric and countless stories of Civil War submarines. Party chaos. It won't be that bad, but I like to picture in my head a shirt half untucked, drenched by sweet tea, and an angry faced hostess with a thirst for BG Blood.

At some point in our adult lives we're supposed to get beyond this type of thing right? Right?

Alright, who wants one?!
For graduation Big Gray?
(thanks to Mary by way of Christina)

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

blarg
I'm a little drunk, Ms. Comrade is here, and I'm having to listen to Rush courtesy of Big Gray. Ms. C is doing nothing to discourage him.

Captain Video...
...is my new name. In the last 4 school days, I've shown a video in lieu of real teaching 3 times.
I'm afraid if I open my mouth I'll tell them all to fuck off. The 4th day was silent sustained reading, but mostly they just faked it.
Teacher of the year nominations are soon so I'm pulling out all the stops.

Oh, how the mightly have fallen
I just saw the former proprieter of a fancy downtown frame shop straightening the shelves at Barnes and Noble. Nothing like a gray haired man living with the pain of his shattered dreams by tidying up the reading tables after countless sorority girls dirty them with non-fat mocha latte cups and discarded Vogue magazines.
He used to give me free matte board scraps to make things out of...

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Nausea-Fest 2004: day 3
It's my own damn fault for eating, drinking and not sleeping the way I did on vacation.

My dog, in an obvious protest against the stack of papers that have consumed the floor in the office for about a month, peed all over them. There is nothing that pleases/terrifies me more than seeing Big Gray fishing through urine tainted papers, nonchalantly saying things like "I'm still missing one important document..."

No-Titty Ghosty Bitch
The name gorjus' friend was called by one of her students, and the words I inexplicably wrote in pink pen on the back of a box of perfume brought back from Paris as a gift.

I was told today by one of my own students that my reference to the docent's tatoos was incorrect, as we were in an art museum. I was to refer to them as "body art."

Monday, April 12, 2004

Must...use...restraint.
I went home this weekend and returned with the simultaneously best and worst present: a super Nintendo. I once shared it with Big Gray and my young stepsister. Big Gray already has his own, and my stepsister didn't want it. Thank god I don't have super metroid at the moment, and I've nearly finished DK Country and Mario Kart (10 yrs ago). The desire to play isn't so strong.

Blinded by my own hot tears
I'm late in the game and Ms. Comrade and gorjus do a better job at it than I could, but my trip to Jaxx was jaxxtastic. Some interesting points:
I think I have finally discovered my limit of smoking, drinking, eating and good times.
I bought a vanity plate that reads "I (heart) Dixie".
I've never talked so much shit or heard so much shit talk in my life. If we know you, you probably got slammed at some point. Seriously.
I've never eaten so much fried food in my life.
I married a guy with college friends 179% better than most of the people I ever met in college.
Honky tonk women gimme the honky tonk blues.

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