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Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Joni Mitchell's Twisted:
Love that song. Love the Better Midler version of it, too.
Good gods, Erin. That's a week, all right.
{{{{Erin}}}}
Jesus, Erin. That's seriously fucked up. How are YOU doing?
Looking seriously forward to doing nothing tonight and sleeping in tomorow. It's been a stressful week. But I also have a metric fuckload of schoolwork to do -- it just never seems to stop. I can't wait till Xmas break. When I will adapt "Romeo and Juliet" into Romeo and Juliet: Kansas City 2007 version for the spring play. Which will actually be pretty fun, I think.
In brighter news, I have bookcases for my classroom and a crapload of books to organize into a library next week!
And I showed "Welcome to the Hellmouth" to my 1st and 3rd hours, because so many students were at the funeral that I didn't want to do anything new.
Oh, {{{Erin}}}
Happies to Sail!
That's quite a fucked up week, Erin.
Hmmm, inner tape. Lately it's mostly, "Do you want kids? If you do, DECIDE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! You are getting old and even though you'd adopt, you don't want to be some old lady with a little kid. So what's it gonna be? Huh? Huh? HUH????!!!!"
Ugh. Just threw up again.
Is this a "go to the doctor" thing? I don't know. And I can't reach my mom to ask her. (I don't care if I'm 25. When I'm sick, I call my mom.)
That is why we HAVE Moms. I'm convinced.
(Though I've got to say, you really hamstring her Jewish Mother abilities with that refusal to eat chicken soup)
gods, Erin, that's some week. Those kids are lucky they have someone like you, for real, and all the other awesome teachers in the world.