Saturday, July 31, 2004

Hey friends!
Will you take up a collection and buy me one of these for a going-back-to-school/early birthday present? The 4x6 is $100 more but worth it. I don't think I need to tell you that I don't have one in the cafeteria but there isn't one in my photo class either...

I'm totally serious. Call George Bush and remind him of his promises to public education. I know he doesn't give a shit about art but point out that he hasn't really made good on a lot of his reform plans (other than implementing a system of "accountability" that in essence has scared teachers shitless and forced them to abandon any creative method of teaching in lieu of "teaching for the test". As long as those test scores look good, eh GW?)

I need private sponsorship. Gorjus, are you making bank yet?

Friday, July 30, 2004

He's Back
If you're near a tv with HBO, check out the show. Guaranteed to please with that guest line-up.

Thursday, July 29, 2004

hot pink rug
I had a classroom. Then, not surprisingly, I didn't have a classroom. So I had an office, a step in the right direction. Then I didn't have an office I had a storage closet. I cried a few times, worked some persuasive magic, and got the office back. I moved my shit in before they could change their minds again.

In honor of my runner up prize, I bought a hot pink rug to go with my hot pink style. It should look great with the standard issue school furniture, the beat up old file cabinets and the filthy lab tables I rescued from a fate worse than fire.

Nevertheless, I am a new woman for now. When life gives you a shit sandwich you cover it with HOT FUCKING PINK!

I really don't like yogurt with pre-added fruit. I imagine it would be similar to eating vomit chunks.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

this is it
in a few short hours I take my place like a good soldier, my duty to my late 20's, dedicated to doing the right thing in honor of being an adult. In a few short hours my summer of love, drinking, my love of drinking will be gone and all you'll have to look forward to as tried and true RP readers is an account of my misery.
Prepare, as BG says, to be underwhelmed...

Monday, July 26, 2004

I've just returned from my oldest friend's three day wedding extravaganza. We've known each other since age 5 or so. It feels remotely odd that she's married, since, at this moment, I couldn't be any further from wanting a husband; regardless, I couldn't be happier them.  The wedding was small, but its simplicity actually made the preparations more complex and chaotic. I've learned to never underestimate the value of a wedding planner. Everyone got to participate in some way. Friends' art was displayed in the chapel and all day Sunday our friend's bands played. It was a great reunion.

On my way home, I passed a sign for Kathy's Kountry Kitchen. What's the deal with these restaurants? There's a Ken's Kountry Kitchen on my way to Athens. Are they a front for the KKK? If not, who would think that making "country" kutesie is a clever marketing ploy? It surely does not entice me to enter that restaurant any sooner than it would have if the name had been spelled right.

Speaking of restaurants...I'm not too fond of the low-carb craze. However, if my employment circumstances were different I'd create a sandwich/hamburger shop called "No Bun Intended." Haw! My best pun ever!

Sunday, July 25, 2004

we here at RP would like to tell you how much we love you and not to forget about us when you are a rich lawyer. please see below my request to be a kept woman...

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