Plus, I thought we Buffistae were supposed to move in together on the second visit.

Worked out well for me...

Of course, I'm also a descriptivist rebel who merrily splits infinitives and ends sentences with prepositions and spits in the face of the Latinate rules shoved willy-nilly onto a Germanic language by stick in the mud twerps with some sort of mental hard-on for a dead tongue.

This is so very much me.

And, I'm assuming that vw's prof was speaking as a linguist who is reporting on trends rather than a grammarian who is dictating rules. And, sounds as if he's a descriptivist linguist to boot.

Open house went okay. I had 1 parent show for my 1st period class (7th grade). My other 7th grade was much better represented. My 8th grade classes were okay, too. But my two 6th grade classes were insane. I didn't have enough chairs!

It's nice hearing reports that their kids love my class and it's one of their favorites. Yay!

And, afterwards, the art teacher, band teacher and I went out for adult beverages. Nice reward.

somehow, I took a glance at that and my mind translated it into "that's why I drink"

You're not wrong.

You're not wrong.

Nope.

and although most Buffistas I know use it, the majority of educated people I know don't

I like how this splits "Buffistas" and "educated" when I know that's not precisely how it was meant to be read.

I'm also a descriptivist rebel who merrily splits infinitives and ends sentences with prepositions and spits in the face of the Latinate rules shoved willy-nilly onto a Germanic language by stick in the mud twerps with some sort of mental hard-on for a dead tongue.

Not that I have strong opinions on the matter.

As goes Plei, so goes my nation.

(gasp! Not.)

Meanwhile, I need re-motivating wrt the whole weightloss thing. I've been plateauing since the start of the summer, and just lately I've become a bit reckless and gladiatorial in my food choices (read - have brazenly eaten fish and chips, bread, custard tarts and cheeseburgers. Albeit not at one sitting.) I need to stop the rot, before I regain the weight - I want to go down another dress-size by Christmas, and it's doable, but I need to jumpstart my motivation, get my fat arse back to the gym and make better food choices.

Help me, Obi Wan KaBuffistas! You're my only hope!

Fay, having gone back on the wagon with the Sugar Monster, I've determined that cold turkey for a few days makes it MUCH easier to regain control.

Dear Brain,

You are massively sleep-deprived and have a brutal day ahead of you tomorrow. This is why we went to bed an hour ago. WTF, dude? You've been half asleep all day; why wake up now? Cut this shit out or we're both going to be screwed tomorrow.

Fondly,
Body

Dear Fay,

We love you. We want you to be happy and healthy. We want you to feel as foamy as we know you to be. We want your body to feel as strong as your heart is.

Do what you have to do.

Much love, Ben KaBuffistas

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Dear PixKristin's Brain:

Knock it off. Now.

Plenty of love for your spicyness, but not so much for your restlessness, The Whole Grope of Us

P.S. Sweet dreams.

Now, what did I come in here for?

Oh right. So I was just looking at the Street View of my old neighborhood on Google Maps, and I have one question for Google: Did you have to take the images on garbage day? Really?

Oh my doG I'm tired.