damn it feels good...
i don't feel like talking about teaching. except that i have about four hours of work ahead of me tonight. but i don't wanna think about it.
i made amazing gourmet food tonight. the most delicious pork tenderloin ever. and you're not here to eat it... unless you were. then you can make everyone else jealous.
so i'm really tired of dressing up every day. i've never wanted so badly to dress in my raggedy goodwill scene/indie kid clothes in my life... weekends are either: emo ashley or skanky ashley... because you know.. i have big boobs, which automatically whatever i wear that doesn't go up to my neck looks like a dirty pirate hooker. pshtttt! whatev. i miss track jackets and my checkered-cool-kids vans. especially my vans. some of my kids wear checkered vans. some of my kids are cool.
one of my kids wore an old school "double dare" shirt today. she wasn't even born when that was on, but she's a scene kid. it's cute. baby scene kids. i miss my vans.
(ps: that wasn't about teaching... it was about fashion!)
pedro the lion is effin' amazing. if you like emo or indie or acoustic or music that doesn't suck, you'll probably be happy i said that pedro the lion was effin' amazing. thats the way life goes, my friend.
(rapture is an awesome song).
sometimes i like being a camwhore, so check behind the cut.
isn't it funny how i look like i have arthritis as a gangsta?
i think it is.