OUT OF OFFICE AUTOREPLY: Spitsicles at seven a.m.
I'm sorry. I can't help it. little kids are weirdos and frozen spit is funny. some things in life aren't worth arguing about.
I am becoming terrifyingly teacheresque. I yell. I say "I'm waiting..." in a forced high voice while looking impatient. I write worksheets and sing about hamburgers and come home with chalk on my skirt. it is gross.
note: if I don't get some new music soon I am going to rip out my eardrums. I will thusly realize how counterproductive that flourish of melodrama was and visit numerous doctors to re-install what I removed. then I will panhandle for LPs because I certainly won't have any money to buy them.
4 sentences about MA VILLE:
Caen likes bad pop.
Caen likes track jackets.
Caen likes having no live rock venues.
Carrie doesn't like Caen.
to dillute our sense of dissatisfaction with the state of our lives; to render an effect on the sinking battleship of our planet more feasible; to inspire our hearts to continue beating; to absolve war and annul cranial cannibalism, Clare and I are commencing a ritual "happy hour" twice a week in downtown Caen. we will find liveliness in this city, goddammit. or we will be it.
off to make crossword puzzles about turkeys...
I am becoming terrifyingly teacheresque. I yell. I say "I'm waiting..." in a forced high voice while looking impatient. I write worksheets and sing about hamburgers and come home with chalk on my skirt. it is gross.
note: if I don't get some new music soon I am going to rip out my eardrums. I will thusly realize how counterproductive that flourish of melodrama was and visit numerous doctors to re-install what I removed. then I will panhandle for LPs because I certainly won't have any money to buy them.
4 sentences about MA VILLE:
Caen likes bad pop.
Caen likes track jackets.
Caen likes having no live rock venues.
Carrie doesn't like Caen.
to dillute our sense of dissatisfaction with the state of our lives; to render an effect on the sinking battleship of our planet more feasible; to inspire our hearts to continue beating; to absolve war and annul cranial cannibalism, Clare and I are commencing a ritual "happy hour" twice a week in downtown Caen. we will find liveliness in this city, goddammit. or we will be it.
off to make crossword puzzles about turkeys...