I've cleaned up all the mail from January, not to mention clearing up everything that has arrived in February so far. I feel all accomplished-like.
'Out Of Gas'
The Crying of Natter 49
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.
Hey Lee! I got up, but am now back in bed with the laptop. I'm supposed to be doing schoolwork...
I'm supposed to be cleaning....
People experiencing winter should probably not read the white font, but I just have to squee about something.
SoCal white font: It's so beautiful today! It feels like spring. I have the front door wide open, and the most wonderful fresh breeze is blowing through the house and making me so happy.
It is quite a lovely day out there. Unfortunately, all I want to do is sleep. I punched it up for teaching, and now I'm dopey. Shower must. Yes. Good thing.
Why can I never resist the whitefont?
In case you were wondering, it's fucking freezing here. And windy as shit.
mr. flea just called the campus police on the frat boys next door. They lined the pledges up in the back yard with no shirts on, then went inside, and now they are shouting. Presumably they're drinking or something, or spanking them, whatever. Which, stupid, and if it keeps up all night could be annoying (for us) and potentially unsafe (for them), but I hate calling the cops about shit like this.
And here the cops are. Partly I'm afraid of retribution. Is this dumb?
And now the half-naked pledges are fleeing out the back door. Stupid cops didn't bother to send a second to watch the back.
Keep calling the cops on their rowdy asses, I say.
Last night I learnt that I know the guy who did the Where's Dildo? cartoon as well as one of the egg fucking the chicken (who came first?) and a dog putting cones on his master so he can't scratch his balls.
I mean, there's the guy on the one hand, and the lewd cartoons on the other, and last night someone put them together for me. Feeling of weirdness.
Must shower. Right.
Not your gradeschooler's Harry Potter...
These are probably safe for work, but suggestive of the play's content.