Tonight we said goodbye to Paul. I got two hugs–Erik got zero. Driving home, he said he was jealous. I said, “Because he hugged me, or because you didn’t get any?” He said the latter. I said, “That’s just gender trouble.” We talked to his chicken Sparky. He showed us where two mourning doves made… Read More »
CBEST is a test teachers have to take in California to prove they have the ability to write okay and do a little math. I took it years ago to get an adult ed credential, because I was going to teach adult ed for the county, which happened only briefly before the budget took a… Read More »
When the amount of emails in your inbox is equal to the amount of emails in your spam folder, your life will be in perfect harmony, and you will be free.
Today I flipped off this anti-gay propoganda truck. It has a picture of two guys kissing on it, within an “anti” glyph. I have flipped off other people in jest or discreetly, but today, it’s so warm, I actually had my hand out the window, but I think he didn’t see. KEEP SODOMY OUT OF… Read More »
I was reading about disassociation online. From what I saw, I think it’s only a problem if a person starts doing it before they’re nine. I wouldn’t have started before I was 10, so I think I’m cool. I also learned there’s a relationship between it and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Last night Erik told… Read More »
There’s this guy who graduated the same class as me in high school. He was a runner and was always around, yet we never spoke. I knew who he was and thought he was mean, irresponsible, and creative, probably, but not in my social circle. Like myspace is good for, he saw my profile and… Read More »
Did you know I collect postcards? I got this one yesterday for a dollar, which is my upper limit.
If you don’t want to drown, let go of the stone.
Pardon me as I do just the thing I hate, which is blogging about blogging. First of all, I made a mistake and had all these comments I didn’t know about because of how I put it on moderated but didn’t enter an email address to be notified about the comments, so they stacked up… Read More »
We went to Long Haul Infoshop on Shattuck–it was my first time in an infoshop. I had a bag filled with about 25 zines I’d received mostly through trades that I didn’t want to keep. And three of my own. So I spoke with a very nice woman who is the zine archivist there. We… Read More »