2001-06-08 - 2:20 p.m. Running Out The Door Hey! Update! Yo! From SandAndWater (via WordWhore) I can make the world my therapist, and the world doesn't charge by the hour. From Project2501 (via PeasantWench) I have very little self-esteem. I have a tiny puddle of self-esteem in the bottom of my shoe, which gets smaller with every change of my socks. It's a constant struggle to keep from doing shit like that (being untrue to myself to make people like me more, not changing my socks.) From KathMcCall (via AliceWonders) I send my daughters to school, and later with some luck college, so they can have fruitful and fulfilling careers. That's fruitful, not fruit-filled. But the schools and organizations seem determined to train them into being door-to-door salespeople. From SugarHiccups (via SilverMaiden) In history class Freshman year, I got sick of being handed a worksheet every day with no actual teaching being done by the teacher. I suspected that he didn't even check the worksheets when he corrected them, so I decided to answer every question with apples. "I like apples." or "Apples go really wonderfully with cheese and crackers." or "Apples caused the downfall of the Roman empire." I started this on a Monday. I didn't have anything marked wrong until that Thursday, and even then he didn't mark all of the "apple" answers as incorrect. So here I sit, playing the waiting game. The waiting game sucks...I wish I had Hungry Hungy Hippos From MornGlory (via Maggiesonic) Drinking and smoking are like two old lovers who can't stop having sex when they're in the same room together.
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