there is no snow. it is december. i feel like i'm living in portland (oregon, not maine). not that i'm complaining.
in other news, Rumsfeld apparently is a bigger asshole than we originally thought, which is to say, galactic. Rumsfeld is a galactic asshole.
and because i have nothing else to add to the conversation, i just vomited on my keyboard and now i'm typing on my keyboard through my vomit, which has chunks of half-digested ground turkey and barbeque sauce mixed with hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride, and sodium chloride, the combination of which is currently dissolving the skin at the ends of my fingertips.
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That description just caused me to vomit on my keyboard. Good job.
you're gross. will is the plan to NZ underway, on your way back we must go to ankor wat. that is final. with me. and we will drink cambodian beer. i don't think islam is their national religion. they do have beer right? imagine tomb raider. the scene where they tear up the temple. with wierd trees. and roots.. that is where we will go. japan, cool place, but i live here. i want to go somewhere on my vacation. of course you can still come too.
Umh, when my students with no self control (like tourettes) or bad ADD yell out things like that, we, as a class, give them a nasty look and remind them that there are some things you should just keep to yourself.
I thought you were better than eight graders with brain chemistry issues.
if you can't laugh about fake vomit, what can you laugh at?
emiko: you, brendan, and i will have to discuss the whole asia thing for actual and true serious at a later date. a lot of what we're going to do is going to depend on our financial situations when we leave nz. also, it just occurred to me that some of my co-workers read this blog, so no more mentioning of nz here for the time being...
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