mad, mad, mad marzo

When you know you did something bad, but you don't have any guilt over having done it. That's what it's all about, you know.

If you're into it

current obsessions:

)the vaccines-wetsuit

)this 'musician'

Taragana Pyjarama. His name makes me think of tarragon pajamas. Additionally, he is quite cute.

)old-timey sex

)campy underwear (courtesy of victoria's secret which i only ventured into because i was sent a gift card that i did not want to put to waste).

When does one don a thing such as this? I was seriously attracted to the sparkly, pink hearts.

i could use a less offensive brassiere, though, in a blindingly neon colour or with some other ridiculous all-over print.

that's about the limit to my excitement so far. yeeeaaahh.

--One of those types; the submissive, good at cooking, prolly freak-ay ones

i can't fucking believe there are even more people here who think i'm married. couldn't make sense of it when accusations arose in l.a. it may have been even less logical when i was interrogated (..hahaha, lying is such a good way to make best friends and find out who's bimbo-tastic) in europe. the weird thing was i wasn't even wearing that ring that usually makes people think i've been cleaning/cooking/maintaining in a home and having that good ol' sex every night. People generally think i do the latter frequently....i wonder how i exude that sort of vibe (it's the quiet and mysterious aspect of my mien)?
onto whatever it was i wanted to put here. today. my first day teaching at the last school i've been assigned. i really totally loved the kids there. they were so well behaved and knew english so much better than my other students..i had the most fun conducting a draw and spell game with my fifth and sixth graders. *sigh* i need to bring candy next time for the winning team. on that note, my monetary funds are diminishing. the weekend really killed it and i feel awful having people to pay for me (especially the sneaky kinds, it's like i'm back home watching middle aged family members go cut throat for the bill at a restaurant).

since i been in hamyang, i feel as if i never have enough time for anything anymore. maybe my priorities are all mixed up. there just ain't no time.

Sit on my lap. Do it.

Exciting news, anyone? Well, I’ve just recently discovered (like today, like some minutes ago) that the wombats will be back in l.a. in june. Hmmm. This a nice opportunity to, uh, see them actually play and avoid the 3/11 incident again..i just took a glimpse at the info so maybe I’ll delve into it more later.
Other important events to mention! I’m finally on Spring Break (..pshaw—like it fuckin’ matters when you go to school three days outta the five day scholarly week) and i don't know what to do. I've thought about biking around (oh! healthy and environmentally awesome activity, although there are some negative connections i've heard of late) or getting on the train. Bah. Hopefully there'll be theme park adventures.
This was just a ploy to waste space.
Gah..the next post shall have a song i'll make up about something ridiculous or unnecessary. at least that'll be exciting.
Stay tuned please.
And i'm sooooo tired of sex, but titties and genitalia don't cease to amaze me.

Stop! No! Don't! ...but it feels good

It's like the day that doesn't exist. I'm so tired of sex. Seen my fair share of guys getting stabbed in the groin. Dr. Money, you are a bad person.
i guess i'm back to french; gonna try to get into some italian (getting way into the godfather)--and I'm driving again. Schemery pending, looking forward to the wombats 3/11. Thought i'd have more to say about anything in particular. um, general admiration of the childish actions of the daniel/david guy which amuse me so.