The school has established a permanent exhibit (The Thompson Art Award Collection), which they were going to open this weekend, but they just wrote me and said they'd heard I'd be in town and would I attend the opening, maybe say a few words?
Raq, I forgot to say earlier how much wonderfulness this is.
And it's smaller and I don't have as many cabinets and drawers or counter space. I fucking hate it.
The only thing I don't despise about the new set-up is that no one can see what I'm working on from where I'm sitting now.
So essentially they have reduced your ability to be productive as well as reducing the likelihood of you getting caught reading b.org? kewl.
Holy fuck, I'ma cut someone today, I swear. The fact that the rage is probably PMS-induced does not help the fact that I want to see the people who are pissing me off die bloody. Or! Trip and fall when carrying a precious Ming vase because their pants fell down around their ankles in the middle of Union Square and they're wearing their rattiest underpants. Yes. I want to see that, so I may point and laugh and do a dance of "fuck off, schmuck!"
Hey, juliana, I'm PMSing too. Should we kill some people together? 'Cause that'd be FUN!
juliana, all I can suggest is, DON'T KICK THE SUGAR HABIT. I mean, if you have a sugar habit. I'm as far from premenstrual as I can get, cycle-wise, and yet I feel just as bad as my worst PMS.
I NEED SUGAR! JUST ONE CUBE MAN, I MEAN IT!!!!
It looks sorta like a pink basketball but if you give it chocolate sometimes you can revive her.
The funkiest House evah. Or wait...That's the House/SVU. Dr. H offers his own acerbic sex appeal and cane as cramp remedy...is he a visionary? Or a rapist?
Please tell me I'm not the only one with the mental image of House sitting in his office bouncing a gooey-looking pink basketballish thing off the hook end of the cane, saying, "You've been very naughty. Do I need to spank you?"
Just me, huh?
Home now. Less cranky. I think, anyway. Broke into tears when I saw a dead deer on the side of the road but that might just be a stress release. I usually only cry over roadkill in the mornings when I'm not able to convince myself they committed suicide. By the afternoon I'm typically more jaded. Or something.
You should run away from work and come visit SF.
Two and a half more workdays until vacation begins. Woot! Soonsoonsoon.
So essentially they have reduced your ability to be productive as well as reducing the likelihood of you getting caught reading b.org?
Quite true. So why was I cranky at all? Crazy me!
sj, I got your msg. Heading over to yahoo.
Whee!!!!!!
YAY! Goin' out on the town with juliana! Look out, everyone! We're on a rampage!
Wanna come along, Tep?
Will there be sugar? JUST ONE CUBE???
Oh, but Teppy, you've gotten this far!
