But the relief of having it done, vw, will be almost orgasmic.

But the relief of having it done, vw, will be almost orgasmic.

Absolutely!

"Listen to how racist London is! Poor White Fang -- he should have stayed in the wild and away from ALL the human! Boo, hiss, civilization! This theme is not all it's crakced up to be!"

Heh.

"I don't date because guys are stupid. but, no, I'm not a lesbian, and yeah, geeky girls in glasses do get laid, sometimes, so don't worry about being a grown-up, yo."

And more, Heh. Uncensored Erin is a premium cable show I'd pay for.

Damn, teppy. Cindy's right. Those are some unnaturally pretty people. My gene pool just ain't that deep.

Went to our first Romper Room today. Owen held up pretty well considering he wouldn't nap before hand. He was so tuckered out by the playing that he didn't even wake up when I took him out of his car seat, slipped off his jacket and put him down in his crib.

The story of the casting offices with Dean Cain and David Boreanaz remind me of that scene in Working Girl where Harrison Ford inspires the standing ovation while changing his shirt. I'd break out in applause if I saw those guys walk by my cubicle.

I need to be hunting down Perl tips, but instead I'm obsessed with this Skittles site. So far I've got some version of Aquagirl reading Edna St. Vincent Millay (although apparently SkittlesPeople won't say the word "breast") and a lizardwoman doing some lines from Hudson Hawk.

Damn, teppy. Cindy's right. Those are some unnaturally pretty people. My gene pool just ain't that deep.

The rest of the family consoles ourselves by pretending that we are much smarter than they are. And we drink.

t edit Am I currently drunk, or is Emily's post making some kind of sense that's....not?

The rest of the family consoles ourselves by pretending that we are much smarter than they are. And we drink

Heh. That's what I did to get through high school! It worked pretty well, I think.

Uncensored Erin is a premium cable show I'd pay for.

I probably uncensor myself in class more than I should. I tend to forget that people are more easily shocked than they are, and I let slip yesterday that I have two tats and that I accidently caused a riot in London once in class yesterday. The kids asked more. I told 'em the tats were on my back, NO, they couldn't see them, and that the riot was because I was young and careless and no, I wouldn't tell them that story.

My mentor teacher looked a little shocked, but damn, I get caught up in tangents and forget the age of my audience sometimes.

Makes sense to me, although I'll cop to wondering at first if Perl tips was some kind of new fake nail thingy.

Emily, check your perl script with the '-w' option.