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Thursday, August 04, 2005

Love In an Elevator
I'm in NY and couldn't wait to say that I saw Bruce Springsteen with his son at the Museum of Natural History!!!!! We were looking at dinosaurs together. Then I stalked him into the elevator and out the door. I can't believe it. The Boss!

My dog ATE a pair of my shoes the other night. Not just chewed, ATE them. Weird. He's never been a shoe-chewer, much less an eater... Big Gray was sitting inches away from him at the time but claims to not have realized what was going on. I fear for when we have children.

I hugged two crying parents today at open registration. I have 9th grade homeroom and I think they were having a hard time. The kids seemed fine, though.

I killed a butterfly today, on accident of course, but I saw it flying towards my car, hit my windshield, ricochet straight upwards and through blurry eyes and the rearview mirror, hit the pavement behind me. I'm traumatized.

I heard an interesting story involving ex-lax and a Puerto Rican elevator earlier...

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I drove all night just to get to school
Dear Santa,
For Christmas I would like OnStar. Or a private driver. I'll settle for a really fucking good street map of Gwinnett county.
Love, Mame.

I found a house for sale in Winder with an in-ground pool. I don't even care what the house looks like. I'll sleep on an inflatable raft.

Monday, August 01, 2005

I Need a Peanut Butter Solution
Last week I had to take my cat, Eartha, to be groomed. Why anyone would take their cat on a regular basis I don't know. She looks horrible, but it had to be done. Eartha is slightly overweight; so, she has trouble cleaning herself. Thus, her fur became rather dred-like and she had hairballs. All but her head and tail were shaved. It creeps me out b/c I see this disembodied head lurking around the house. It's as if she's a robot cat and just received her "real" head. I catch my other cat, Kitt, staring at her. Poor thing.

I go to NYC tomorrow! This will be my last vacation of the summer. Hmpf.

Dear Nate,
40 Watt.
Sorry for the delay.
Love,
Mame.

On the way home today, driving through the country, I saw a pasture full of baby goats and started crying.

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