How Ghetto Do YOU Be?
VD sucks floppy donkey dick.
So I have this fucktard amongst my monkeys who is... I don't know what his problem is. He needs medication. He keeps saying inappropriate things to me, and I wanted to just ignore it, but on Monday he asked if he could nail me. NAIL ME. I was incredulous that he would say something like that in front of other people. I'm not really offended, just pissed that he won't shut the fuck up. Today I snapped at the fucker and told him no more of that period. I was kind of bitchy with the class today. They deserve it.
Gah. Anyway, back to Monday. So, Monday, I did the teacherly thing and went over the monkey drafts. Lots of them had issues in common. The first class took it seriously. They asked me questions about punctuation and clarification on their drafts and we covered a lot of review amiably. The other class stared at me and drooled. I didn't go over the whole of commas. I instead just did my thing and left. Two students gave me drafts to look at. I looked. I marked. I emailed. One of them today said he didn't get it. Your loss.
Sat in my offics munching carrots and reading my stuph for femme theory. After my office hours were up, I got my things together and headed home. When I got home... I noticed... the screen door was shut.
Our screen door is broken.
It doesn't come open without the use of a spoon.
You heard me.
A SPOON.
FROM THE INSIDE.
So I'm like, fuckit. I went around to the backdoor, only to realize that
1) Our house key does not open the backdoor, and even if it did, Crys had thrown the latch. This is simultaineously bad for potential intruders and myself. Assuming said intruders are stupid enough to try to break into a house with two broken screen doors, a shitty paint job, and a dead lawnmower in the carport. Ghettoriffic!
2) I am not in fact a kickass superhero that can kick down a door at will. Alas.
So I went to Crys's window, which was locked, and mine which is screwed into the air conditioner. So I went around to the front door and attempted to wiggle things out of place. Did not work. Back to the back. Several muddy bootprints and a bucket'o'foul language later, I went back to the front door and just pulled on it. Fuckit. NO.
Wash rinse repeat for half an hour. So I went to sleep in my car and waited for Crys to come home and dismantle our screen door. She gave me chocolate. I read some stuff, ordered pizza, then rented Evil Dead and Evil Dead 2.
Happy VD Fuckers.
So I have this fucktard amongst my monkeys who is... I don't know what his problem is. He needs medication. He keeps saying inappropriate things to me, and I wanted to just ignore it, but on Monday he asked if he could nail me. NAIL ME. I was incredulous that he would say something like that in front of other people. I'm not really offended, just pissed that he won't shut the fuck up. Today I snapped at the fucker and told him no more of that period. I was kind of bitchy with the class today. They deserve it.
Gah. Anyway, back to Monday. So, Monday, I did the teacherly thing and went over the monkey drafts. Lots of them had issues in common. The first class took it seriously. They asked me questions about punctuation and clarification on their drafts and we covered a lot of review amiably. The other class stared at me and drooled. I didn't go over the whole of commas. I instead just did my thing and left. Two students gave me drafts to look at. I looked. I marked. I emailed. One of them today said he didn't get it. Your loss.
Sat in my offics munching carrots and reading my stuph for femme theory. After my office hours were up, I got my things together and headed home. When I got home... I noticed... the screen door was shut.
Our screen door is broken.
It doesn't come open without the use of a spoon.
You heard me.
A SPOON.
FROM THE INSIDE.
So I'm like, fuckit. I went around to the backdoor, only to realize that
1) Our house key does not open the backdoor, and even if it did, Crys had thrown the latch. This is simultaineously bad for potential intruders and myself. Assuming said intruders are stupid enough to try to break into a house with two broken screen doors, a shitty paint job, and a dead lawnmower in the carport. Ghettoriffic!
2) I am not in fact a kickass superhero that can kick down a door at will. Alas.
So I went to Crys's window, which was locked, and mine which is screwed into the air conditioner. So I went around to the front door and attempted to wiggle things out of place. Did not work. Back to the back. Several muddy bootprints and a bucket'o'foul language later, I went back to the front door and just pulled on it. Fuckit. NO.
Wash rinse repeat for half an hour. So I went to sleep in my car and waited for Crys to come home and dismantle our screen door. She gave me chocolate. I read some stuff, ordered pizza, then rented Evil Dead and Evil Dead 2.
Happy VD Fuckers.