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Sure. If you want to make an ass out of yourself and work out dressed as a slippery zebra, I suppose that is alright, but won’t you sweat your ass off? Won’t you sweat it off 5 seconds after fighting a small WAR just to get the damn thing on?
It was very hard for me. Having a bloody mary and fish noodle soup with my mom to make it better. I even cried, what the hell?
Also, leaning against his shoulder was a bad idea. I remembered each bone. But I still wanted to punch him in the face (dating a 20 yr old you idiot you’re 29, she’s not even done with her CORE CLASSES are you srs), and I lovingly gave him the bird as we parted ways after he made one of his trademark “comments”. Always with the “comments”, that guy. But we laughed over it and I wouldn’t get back with him unless he gave me a minimum of $15,552.
[Edit: BTW, that is a very odd combo (spicy bloody mary mix / vodka / soup with fish, pineapple, tomatoes, and celery). Actually, that sounds like the best combo. I want a REDO. Sadly, I must actually....BRACE FOR IT....go in to WORK today and teach the little rugrats. The 60-yr old rugrats. ::hides in closet::]
So I made my regularly scheduled offer on Twitter for someone to purchase me, but today I found myself actually BARTERING via Twitter DM.
“I don’t know if it’s more ‘lol’ or ‘fml’” is a phrase I’ve had to use more often than I’d prefer lately.
Do you want to eat this? Do you think *I* want to eat this? I’ve been subsisting on Cheerios, salad, egg whites and boiled chicken for like 2 months. So I made “spaghetti”. Or “spaghetti soup”. Whatever.
I quit the PhD program! I’m saving up money and moving. Where should I go? It’ll take me until at least January, but I need to plan and shit. Since I quit, I’ve been sleeping ten hours per day. MINIMUM, BITCHES. I’m still teaching, but that’s only 3 days a week, Kick Fucking Ass.
You GUYS. Firstly, when I got back from Hawaii, my router was all fucked up, so I’m posting this while sitting atop a mountain of clothing because I have to sit in this hellhole of a room to use internets (other than my beloved/heavily abused gphone).
Anyway, those of you who know me IRL know that I made a decision to start doing all these healthyish things as soon as I got back. Such as:
*starting to run
*quitting smoking cigarettes (WHITE KNUCKLING IT, expect some posts telling all of you how much I H8 u even though I actually heart all of you so hard)
*quitting doing certain things and/or people that I need to stop “doing”
*quitting the PhD program, which I tried to do via gphone email (literally) at the airport bar. GUESS WHAT, didn’t work. Why doesn’t it work? How does this continue to happen? I’ve done this, what, 8 times now? God, I almost wanna check my blog archives just to record my own audacity. Anyway, he was like, no. ”Whatever, Ang. I”ll placate you for now, and I’ma let u finish, but you’re gonna gradumate cause I’m a new professor and I don’t care.”
*getting a house keeper every two weeks
[Ed. Note: Check out the difference between gphone pics and iphone pics. iphone pic is the clear one in the middle fml]
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the greatest movie of our time.
Filed under: ackahol
HAHAHAA hey guys, remember those awesome seven fucking times that I cocktail waitressed at the titty bar? My friend from high school just sent me a msg, like 3 weeks later, apologizing profusely for having asked repeatedly while there (was intoxicated) if I could get permission to give him a lap dance (cocktail waitresses are NOT allowed to writhe around).
I was just like, LOL, Oh YOU hahha.
You guys know how I feel about the fucking “Yahoo! Answers” community, as in they are gonna end up getting us all killed, but this gentleman sure wants to know what he’s talking about: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070817155434AAILCAX
Jessamin kindly sent me this vid of a retard who is cooking, AND I THINK SHE IS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING.
