I think Aimee's on to something there.
The Giving Tree, he just can't make himself identify with the humans in the stories.
Oh, I have such a visceral hatred for that book.
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I think Aimee's on to something there.
The Giving Tree, he just can't make himself identify with the humans in the stories.
Oh, I have such a visceral hatred for that book.
Ah, but I get the migraines whether or not the tape is playing. I can't sustain much of anything--attention, mood, effort, because there's a headache around every corner, every few hours.
Thing is, some of my tapes have a point. It's just that once they get past the point of motivation, they become dangerous.
I'm ignoring the tape conversation, because I just played all of them after being 7 minutes late picking Julia up at a birthday party.
Hil, any chance you're sick because you at the Lebonese food last night? That was you, right? I remember reading the post and thinking I could never eat that the day after I was sick.
Current tapes:
1) You're never going to get caught up on your schoolwork this semester. It's hopeless.
2) You're making too much of this schoolwork. If you'd just buckle down and do it, you'd be done already. You're hopeless.
3) Your house is a mess. Your house is always a mess. Why can't you just pull yourself together and get this place cleaned up? You're a hopeless mess.
I dislike The Giving Tree.
And, Trudy, I was extending the metaphor, not commenting on the food.
Kids are in a birthday party (we're having 4 all-afternoon parties this year). OMG, our drama goes to 11. Our drama over frigging crepe-paper streamers. Seriously.
And now there's biting. Bleeding Hell.
And now, the Drama Pair are back from the principal's office and playing together. What. The. Hell.
And, Trudy, I was extending the metaphor, not commenting on the food.
Oh, I got that... but I was just happy to babble!
And now, the Drama Pair are back from the principal's office and playing together. What. The. Hell.
Can you imagine if the Buffistas had a principal?!?!?
Principal, thy name is Snyder.
He's much more Flutie
He's much more Flutie
"Ate him....UP?"