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verbicideIt's remarkable. There's no amount of homework that doesn't cause bitching. Well. From me, apparently, at least. And doing all the style mechanism shit is making my brain make whirring sounds because I feel I should stop and count verbals in this babble stream. I also want to count my prepositional phrases and complex sentences.
Shouldn't have had pizza. Naughty cat. I couldn't resist. I kept dreaming all last night of driving to Fremont (why Fremont, I have no idea) and making it right over the bridge before the troll lifted it, to skid park and race into some hole in the wall italian place. I could smell it. I could see other people gleefully running off with their pizza boxes. No I don't abuse prescription medication, why does everyone keep asking that!?
I also had about 75,000 diet pepsis tonight, so sleep ain't forthcoming. Oops, I did it again.
Hah. The exciting thing is, I've escaped ever hearing that crap, so it doesn't stick in my head. But I can torture other people with it. To this day, I've escaped the tyranny of Britney songs (well, cept for Hit Me Baby One More Time, but then I don't actually live in a cave), NSync and the Backstreet Boys. I might know some song titles, but mostly, I never have to beat my head against the wall to rid it of one of their pop intrusions. Woo hoo.
I also had about 75,000 diet pepsis tonight, so sleep ain't forthcoming. Oops, I did it again.
Hah. The exciting thing is, I've escaped ever hearing that crap, so it doesn't stick in my head. But I can torture other people with it. To this day, I've escaped the tyranny of Britney songs (well, cept for Hit Me Baby One More Time, but then I don't actually live in a cave), NSync and the Backstreet Boys. I might know some song titles, but mostly, I never have to beat my head against the wall to rid it of one of their pop intrusions. Woo hoo.
