We had tornado warnings for three days, and had some small tornadoes, one of which took out some mobile homes. In the immortal words of Johnny Fever, "God hates mobile homes."
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Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Pity only the one outlier is pointing up towards the Carolinas. Not that I want to be without power for a week, again, but we still need the rain.
Aww. Del Martin died. Phyllis Lyon is a widow now. Yay that they got to legally marry in Califonia. Boo that some people are trying to take that away in November.
Aww, man. Poor Phyl. I'm (was? Not saying that.) a total fangirl of theirs.
Ugh, Kristin! I hope you are stoned outta your gourd and pain-free right now. Why are girly parts so freaking annoying?
You know, I quite like teaching stuff. I'm not so big on the supervising and scolding thing. That gets old.
This. Word to your motherfucking mother. I passed a signpost in my teaching career today -- students finally made me cry. A crazy (and I am not using the word metaphorically) student LOCKED me out today when I was in the hallway talking to another misbehaving student (this was the class AFTER the class ecurity removed two students - one, physically -- he was shamming being passed out, and wouldn't move) and I flipped out like a mammal, and told her to open the motherfucking door now. Security came, and I removed myself from the sitch. Luckily, after I cried tears of rage for 46 minutes, everything was fine -- admin was supergreat about it, and frankly, I think they were glad to have a concrete reason to remove this student.
It is the worst day of teaching I have ever had.
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erin that sucks.
Damn, Erin. Now that's a shitty day. I hope it gets better from here.
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