Cordelia ,'Potential'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ha! I'm never sure if my father knows how old I am. My mother does, though, to the second.
During one of my whiny calls home I was complaining to her that the doctor had put me on baby aspirin to mitigate an elevated stroke risk. She tried to comfort me by telling me her doctor had done the same thing to her.
Dude! You're hypertensive and thirty-odd years older than me! I feel worse now, not better.
I'm wicked funny! And Jewish. And hefty. So I don't count, I guess. WhatEv!!!
My mother never knows how old I am either -- she was shocked to learn that it's my Jesus year coming up. (WOO HOO JESUS YEAR!!)
I'm wicked funny! And Jewish. And hefty. So I don't count, I guess. WhatEv!!!
You should consider being professionally Lesbian.
I wonder if my chances would be better with women, now that I think of it.
My mother's funnier than my father. Don't tell him I said that. Or her, really. But she's so damned random. She has that absent-minded professor thing mixed with some vintage bubbly blonde, and is yet perfectly capable of a wide mix of things.
Early one birthday morning she sent me a rambly email about how she was having insomnia and was thinking of me and wasn't quite sure why but maybe it's because 30-odd years ago to the minute she was in terrible terrible pain and it was because of me.
This is how I know she never forgets.
I hope none of our Chi'istas work in the Citibank building downtown, or travel thru the Ogilvie metra station. The whole place is in lockdown.
I hope none of our Chi'istas work in the Citibank building downtown, or travel thru the Ogilvie metra station. The whole place is in lockdown.
Yikes. I know brenda doesn't work there and neither do I. I wonder where Narrator is.
howcome, aurelia?
My afternoon classes gave my subs hell yesterday. Today, they are silent and as well-behaved a group as one could hope for. It helps that I went all medieval on their asses and am torturing them with copying out of a book. Which we might do every day until the end of the year, because they are quiet this way. And when they are quiet, I don't feel so vomitty.
I'm allergic to my 5th and 6th period classes.
I just got an email from a friend. Guess I'll be taking the CTA home....