Fuck Fuck Fuck
Today in the student center I had THE most brilliant Dialogue addition. I mean, really, it was brilliant. And, I'm sure you know where this is going, but while I was thinking it (over an excellent Chicken Kabob platter from King Pita Palace) I thought to myself: I won't forget this, it's way too good. But, of course, now that I'm trying to remember it I can't. This was so good that now I feel like I'll live the rest of my live in a fundamentally ass manner simply because I can't remember my own insight. Fuck!
Speaking of dialoguing, ilovemrdarcy was brilliant last week, where she came up with an allusion to Our Lord Jesus Christ. It'll be a tough act to follow, which is sad because our dialogues are all about competition with one another.
I talked to Pamela and Danielle on the phone about an hour ago and the Brit concert was playing in the background - so, so jealous. And I've been given a student for tomorrow afternoon, which cuts down on my Monday quiet period but gives me an extra 15 dollars a week. I think I'd rather have the former, but whatever. I've also been thinking about how my life revolves around food. The other day when I was thinking about "that abortion march," as I call it, I was wondering whether or not I'd be able to eat a sufficiently large meal in the middle of the day, preferably with dessert. And I'm seeing David Bowie tomorrow! Hopefully he looks hot enough and sings all the songs from Labyrinth, particularly "Dance Magic Dance." I hate missing tea ritual, but I'll do it for him - the only thing that would make him better is if his name was "Britney Spears."
Speaking of dialoguing, ilovemrdarcy was brilliant last week, where she came up with an allusion to Our Lord Jesus Christ. It'll be a tough act to follow, which is sad because our dialogues are all about competition with one another.
I talked to Pamela and Danielle on the phone about an hour ago and the Brit concert was playing in the background - so, so jealous. And I've been given a student for tomorrow afternoon, which cuts down on my Monday quiet period but gives me an extra 15 dollars a week. I think I'd rather have the former, but whatever. I've also been thinking about how my life revolves around food. The other day when I was thinking about "that abortion march," as I call it, I was wondering whether or not I'd be able to eat a sufficiently large meal in the middle of the day, preferably with dessert. And I'm seeing David Bowie tomorrow! Hopefully he looks hot enough and sings all the songs from Labyrinth, particularly "Dance Magic Dance." I hate missing tea ritual, but I'll do it for him - the only thing that would make him better is if his name was "Britney Spears."