I don’t have on-site laundry at my new apartment. So, unless pressed, I won’t even mention how nasty things have gotten around here.
Monthly Archives: September 2007
My parents are getting sheep! This is the best news I have received since I first got the news as a child (9?) that I could buy two ewes with my savings.
‘How will you be defined in the dictionary?’ at QuizGalaxy.com
These definitions remind me of my time in college when I lived in an old, converted hospital.
sherewin —
[noun]:
A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins
my real name–
[noun]:
A poltergeist sent back in time to change the course of history forever
I have been horribly stressed lately and am realizing that I don’t have very good coping skills, which is contrary to what I used to believe about myself. I mean, I knew I was too sensitive, easily hurt, very thin skin. Stress I thought I could handle though.
Molière, born in 1622, was the son of an interior decorator. I had no idea interior decorator’s existed in 1622. But then again, that’s France for you.
“Why don’t you go over? You chicken shit!”
I want this on a t-shirt or a bumper sticker.
the war on terrorism
I’m looking at a bouquet of a dozen roses displayed in a wide-mouth water bottle. The last time I received such roses was from my parents after the opening night of my high school play.
Yesterday, two times I heard that the war in Iraq is justified because it is retaliation for 9/11. This humiliates me. I’ve felt deep humiliation twice in the past week–although the two incidents were unrelated. I’m feeling a little victimized lately, taken advantage of, disregarded, etc., in work and in love.