2004-01-05 1:20 p.m. Like sands through the hourglass these are the days of our lives, and damnit, why can I have the sands of time... Well one more day and I will have everything in the new apartment...including the bedroom suite that should have been taken yesterday, but the lovely weather that we "had" and I stress had left and it rained and I am not one to move a bedroom suite in the rain... But today is looking better so that is on the list. I also finished my class list for the semester, and it is official, I am going to be a teacher...yikes poor children whose mind is in my hands. I can shape them in any way I wish, so all of you need to worry for you children I will find them--cue evil lauch-- *cackles evily* *continues the evil cackle until passes out* *wakes and wonders why he is naked and covered in honey and handcuffed* *mouth is gagged too* *why are there holes in the walls and millions of fire ants coming toward me* *maybe they want to be my friend* --someone hears deadly screams from the box sitting next to the road in town and no one does anything---- |
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