My students reached that important milestone in every teenager's life -- the day you realize that the British use "fag" for a cigarette. I gave them an impromptu lesson on the etymology of "faggot" as a slur, pointing up the misogyny component to the homophobia (like a gift with purchase!). Mostly, they were all entranced to hear me use the word I'd forbidden them to use, but I'm hoping that I have added a little extra baggage to it. Like, every time they go to use it they'll have to think not just "forbidden bad word teachers don't let me use" but also "boring etymology lesson."
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Boring update: I still feel like ass, but am at work anyway.
Time appears to be standing still.
Aims, he's a fuck with a business that is circling the toilet.
Hmm. Is he also your landlord? I can't remember if the property you rent is his.
Hmm. Is he also your landlord? I can't remember if the property you rent is his.
He's the property manager, but the building is owned by someone else.
Vortex eloquently says what I think Vortex "Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down." May 12, 2008 7:41:55 am PDT
Just talked to my PCP and we increased the steroids back to full-dosage again, because things are bad again today. If one more person tells me how pretty the trees are right now, I may throttle them.
My dad rocks. He came by and took me to breakfast. I hear what you are all saying and truly, part of me believes it, but other partly feels like a giant sack of non job keeping shit and like I have, once a fucking gain let my parents and family down.
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If one more person tells me how pretty the trees are right now, I may throttle them.
My whole office is coughing and sneezing and snorgling, so we're all equally feeling herbicidal. Which is jolly.
My whole office is coughing and sneezing and snorgling, so we're all equally feeling herbicidal. Which is jolly.
Is it just me, or is it extra bad this year? And it just doesn't go away. It just keeps going on and on and on.