random shitake

happy summer! i'm delighted to be reporting to you from the hemisphere that is just beginning its celebration of this wonderous season. and with only three working days left until i begin a nearly three month-long paid vacation, i am deleriously delerious!

you know what i love about homemade milkshakes? i love the part when there's just a little milk and a little ice cream left in the bottom of the cup and it tastes like a really thick, sweet sip of milk!

i need to get my horses out and bathe them and groom them and give them three kisses apiece.

here in a coupla weeks, bridgette's going to come stay with us for a few days while my parents are on vacay. i know that shelby's not looking forward to it. for she thoroughly enjoys being the youngest princess in the house!

before signing off, i just have a good piece of advice to share: don't forget to smell it before you eat it!

gee golly whiz!

oh, my, god! walmart sucks ass, especially late at night. you get all that trash who have their children out when they should be in bed, feeling safe, resting up for tomorrow. the cashiers are zombies, standing there, dealing with asshole customers in the middle of the night because there's no other choice. i feel disconnect. i feel down. the place behind my face hurts because my soul is void.

love, southern-style!

i feel so motherfucking accomplished and so goddamned close to summer! last evening i caught myself up on my school work, and i was up late. just like summer! today i've been cleaning and shit. now i just need to fucking work a little more so i don't fall behind again. the hewk and i are going to a graduation openhouse this evening.

8 days and definitely counting!

I'm so mother sleepy! Two weeks from today begins the final three. Then, I'll go to sleep.

ass fuckers

It's Tina, Bitch!

Planting a garden...

Good morning, all you whores and ho bags! This is Saturday, one of my favorite days for the weak, at least during my working part of the year. But in the summertime, I'm happy to say they're all just like Saturday to me! That makes me happy, and that makes you pea green with envy!

Sometimes I feel like I don't know shit, and this bothers me. Other times, I feel like a purpose has to be artificial. Purpose, by its very own nature, requires the energy of that for which it is purposeful. And sometimes a purpose seems obvious, but then I digress. Or is it regress?

I hate the smell of ass.

Non-Easy Silence

I don't like Sundays. Sunday means getting it all together for tomorrow. I have papers due tonite for my grad classes, lesson plans to finish, papers to grade, and other random shit around the house to do. Like, Beau and Shelby both need bathed. I'm sure there's laundry that needs doin'. And in the middle of all this, and for some fucked-up reason no one's sure of, there's no one to talk to.

Carbon Monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep