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I think it is safe to say that I have good taste in hats. I wouldn't say I'm the most stylish clothes, and I never go out without asking my mom or Molly if I look alright. But I seem to do well with hats. People can't stop commenting on my hats. Men, women, children. Sales clerks. People on the subway. Girls who clearly have more style than me. It happened with floppy and now it happens with my little wool hat. Maybe I should sell hats. I'm not sure what the resolution of this is, just a thought I had on the way home.
I have been substitute teaching. It's pretty funny. I don't have time to describe all the funny things that happen. You should have seen their faces when I said "fo shizzle." But no matter what kind of crap they throw at me, the worst part of my day is always getting out of bed before the sun comes up. That kills.
I have been substitute teaching. It's pretty funny. I don't have time to describe all the funny things that happen. You should have seen their faces when I said "fo shizzle." But no matter what kind of crap they throw at me, the worst part of my day is always getting out of bed before the sun comes up. That kills.