Good... And Good for You

the teeny boppers have started school again which, let's face it, is thrilling. nine years ago i made it out of high school unscathed with less than a handful of names on my vengeance list , and as a result i don't think about high school much. until i talk with the teensy tiny teeny boppers. today i've made a point of asking them how their day was as they walk in to work and this is what i've gotten so far... "how was your day?" "fine. i just basically fell in love today, that's all." "i pretty much hate all my classes." "this kid named rocky passed the spirit stick on to me." "i wore my 'many dates' shirt today." "this guy came up and talked to me today and he was pretty cool and we were both wearing green and then my friends told me later not to like him because he's a jerk and they told me some stories about him but, like, you can't just stop being in love with someone in one day." i'

i wish i had more cause to use the word "pastoral" in my everyday life. i don't know why. i really like my life. i'm saying that outright because i don't think it comes across in my (lack of) blogs. ever. the blogging voice is an ever surly voice. if my blog had an actual voice, i imagine it would sound quite a bit like john stossel but hopefully without any implications of a mustache. i wish i had more cause to use the phrase "mustached lothario". i don't know why. look... that's what my bedroom floor looks like. nightmare. inability to hang up clothes is my worst "housekeeping" trait. this is a very dull topic, i accept that, but i feel very very passionately about how much i hate hanging up clothes. look... that is a picture of my dog. he sleeps a solid 23 hours every day. i have been sleeping a solid 9.5 hours every night. i have two alarms in my room and they are useless against me. my theory is that i have a thyroid disorder of so