I posted an image on my FOOD BLOG (banangela.blogspot.com) of myself, and my mother has plans to print it off and frame it, with the incarnate words of "GO POW" underneath it.

Apparently, I said this a lot as a child whenever I was angry, like I was going to explode, or something.

Mothers: We has them.

I am going to buy this come pay day:


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neg: I just took a swig of nyquil like a shot. reminiscent of jaeger shots on pbr night ( Read more... )

I feel miserable, like my whole head is so over done. My teeth hurt. My eyelids hurt. I can stop blowing my nose - there's no 'middle ground.'

But I'm going into work because I hate writing sub plans more than I hate going in sick. Also, Caleb is suspended, why waste such a great day?

I live with the loudest person alive. Oh my god shoot me.

Its 65 degrees, and a very blustery day ( Read more... )

Its so blustery outside! Egads! I moved my car out from under a gigantic tree with a dangling, large branch. Its now in an open area, and I'm ok with that.

My students are blown away that my hair moves in the wind. I realized that my student population is 85% black, and their mothers probably don't have hair that flies around in the wind. Lucky

broken social scene + wine + crafting + a dog.

I feel like its one year ago, today.

this is the first good sunday I've had in a long, long time.

I have a dog named Davey now. Charlotte quickly just became a lot better for me.

EDIT:

Davey likes carrots, dead possums, cuddling, Evan, church ladies, car rides, and squirrels.

Davey does not like The Talking Heads, Jill's cat, firemen, and spinach.

I am a hamster on a wheel. There really is no difference between a 10 hour day and a 15 hour day. The same amount of work remains undone ( Read more... )