Hah. I've had conversations with students almost identical to that note. (Though I've never had anyone trying to change a final grade, just a test grade.)

All the weird shit happens in Cincy. Except the stuff that happens in Cleveland.

Maybe Giles was wrong about the location of the Hellmouth....

Wait, this is Ohio, there's probably one in both places.

I have never owned or, to my knowledge, needed a full slip. Is that odd? I have half slips in different lengths and colors, so there's that.

I don't think it's odd. I only became obsessed with them after I bought a lace dress, and didn't want to pay like $100 for a slip dress to wear under it. I figured there's got to be a cheaper actual slip!

I have an upper cost of about $15/slip, and ended up clicking on anything pretty. And many were.

My normal summer nightclothes varies from just the panties to boxers, T-shirts, camisoles, linen/cotton PJs, silk PJs--whatever grabs me that night. Now I have a bigger repertoire.

It's all undriven by the idea of spectators. I'm selfish like that, and also unwatched.

This shit's getting old.

I really should have closed the windows and used the a/c last night. It wasn't so much the warm as the muggy. And noise. It was noisy last night. Glrmph.

sarameg, I had neighbors fighting with cops called to the scene at 1:30 a.m. We should have shut the windows and turned on our a/c at that point.

Ugh. Noise outside is the one drawback to open-window weather, which is otherwise the best weather.

So, last night on my way home, some of the local kids were singing "Baby Got Back" on the sidewalk, and I wondered: how do they even know that song? Do they think of it as an "oldie"? Because seriously, it came out well before they were born.

My friend Julie sent me a hands-free expression halter, which is weird as shit and it actually works. MOOOOO!

Kat, it took me a minute to realize 'expression' pertains to breast milk, even though I got the halter/breast connection. I was thinking emotions, and wondering what the halter did to your breasts that allowed you to express your feelings in a hands-free manner, was wondering why you couldn't use your hands in the first place, never mind why you would choose to express your feelings with your breasts.

Coffee, you say? Why, yes that might be a good idea.

I would've loved a pic of my surgery. You could see my skull! And I'm still pissed off that no one took a picture of me afterwards. Apparently my lips swelled up past Eugene-from-the-Practice size. No one told me!

My brother offered to buy me John Woo's Face/Off. But it's just not the same.

What kind of surgery did you have, billytea?

Noise and the bugs that manage to get past the screen resulting in manic cat races.

OK, so if you are going to complain about something? Don't make up a lie and include it in your complaints. Especially not something verifiable to the people you are complaining to.