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I have to keep up with this because A) I like it and B) no one reads it which is very important in a diary. It is this perfect combination of not the paralyzing fear of something very public like facebook or twitter or whatever but still just a tiny bit public enough that you should put a little powder on your thoughts and make them presentable. Which, in the end, just makes it not embarrassing for yourself when you'd like to reminisce later.
And so these are the things I have:
I kind of dislike my students at this point. They are lame and lazy and I'm exhausted, but I always am at this time of year. Good thing 'ski-week' our extra week of vacation, is coming up soon. I'm working harder than ever but not really seeing results. And that sucks.
I think I've decided to work this summer. I need more money and a little inspiration to jump into another year of teaching. We'll see.
Both of my parents are getting divorced. But not from each other. It's hilarious and weird. Like the parent trap almost because now they're all friends and shit. Ooh baby it's a wild world.
I really like lace, as an aesthetic product and craft. There's really no place to take that though because I cannot commit to learning to make it nor is it acceptable to wear in great frequency.
And finally, as Valentine's day approaches, I've been thinking about edible underwear and how fucking hilarious it is. Like, have you ever seen it? It's basically a fruit roll-up and there is a surprising amount of product there. Don't worry, I don't possess any. But I was thinking about a hilarious foreplay situation in which a sexy woman is wearing said edibles and fiendishly sexual man goes to ravish her and ends up actually participating in the intended act, which is to consume the product. And then it was funny to think about how long it would actually take, you know, to eat the whole thing. And it would become this very isolating and disruptive activity. Him perched on the corner of the bed, finger in the air perhaps... "just one more minute," chewing.
Anyhow, bath time.
xo
And so these are the things I have:
I kind of dislike my students at this point. They are lame and lazy and I'm exhausted, but I always am at this time of year. Good thing 'ski-week' our extra week of vacation, is coming up soon. I'm working harder than ever but not really seeing results. And that sucks.
I think I've decided to work this summer. I need more money and a little inspiration to jump into another year of teaching. We'll see.
Both of my parents are getting divorced. But not from each other. It's hilarious and weird. Like the parent trap almost because now they're all friends and shit. Ooh baby it's a wild world.
I really like lace, as an aesthetic product and craft. There's really no place to take that though because I cannot commit to learning to make it nor is it acceptable to wear in great frequency.
And finally, as Valentine's day approaches, I've been thinking about edible underwear and how fucking hilarious it is. Like, have you ever seen it? It's basically a fruit roll-up and there is a surprising amount of product there. Don't worry, I don't possess any. But I was thinking about a hilarious foreplay situation in which a sexy woman is wearing said edibles and fiendishly sexual man goes to ravish her and ends up actually participating in the intended act, which is to consume the product. And then it was funny to think about how long it would actually take, you know, to eat the whole thing. And it would become this very isolating and disruptive activity. Him perched on the corner of the bed, finger in the air perhaps... "just one more minute," chewing.
Anyhow, bath time.
xo