Oh yes, the world is going to hell in a handbasket. But look! Here I am as a Southpark character!
Yesterday the kids were very horrid, and I contemplated skipping town on the next freight train and playing a mouth harp for spare change, far far from the middle school madding horde. Today, the kids were very good (we created! we discussed!), and I thought to myself "man, this job is awesome." C'est la vie.
A huge thank you to all the dear friends, anonymous commentators and assorted throwers of poo who've called/sent emails/posted comments/whatever. You guys can crash my pity party any time.
3 Comments:
Pity party at wavelet's, whoooo!!
But seriously, it's not a pity party until it's a cold night at the 'Stein, we're all sitting on the back bumper of the van with the tailgate up, and one or more of us is in tears. Extra points if Milwaukee's Best and Ol' Grandad's are involved.
Extra *extra* points if sad bastard indie music is involved! (Think Elliott Smith or Belle and Sebastian.)
--Catherine
that pic is HIGHLARIOUS. you go girl
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