i dreamt i hooked up Flava Fave. i cant even have good hook ups in my dreams.

i was taking out the garbage ~ i have to dirve it down the road ~ and a neighbor judged from my appearance, pajamas and a sloppy pony falling to the side of my head ~ that i was a "garbage picker" and wanted to know what i was doing.
i told her i was looking for credit card receipts so i could steal money from
the community.

when recently asked in an interview what my downsides were i confessed that i really hate The Wiggles and would forbid them from the classroom. she laughed..., but i was serious. no student of mine will learn to dance like that.

i have no idea what the dow jones is.
and i do not want to. but i will spend a considerate amount of time learning the lyrics to a sugarhill gang song. is this wrong?

i feel badly for snapping turtles and wonder if they are so mean because they actually are sturggling from poor self esteem and personal appearance issues.

i caught a glimpse in the mirror of my ass in a bathing suit and was hoping it was somebody else. it wasnt.

that's all i have for today.