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Doin' the time to get the dime. Her Momma did NOT raise her to drink cheap champagne.

April 17, 2004

On Glass

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Half Empty? Half Full. Half Empty? Half Full.

These are the things I am free to do. Half full! Half full!

I may eat potato chips dipped in spaghetti sauce accompanied by banana peppers with Ferrero Rocher Chocolate for dessert for 21 days in a row.

I may sprawl across the entire bed and sleep on top of all the pillows and all the covers.

I may play the Indigo Girls and other unappreciated CD's and sing at the top of my lungs. (Betcha REALLY wish that I lived right around the corner now, dontcha? Shut up. The chick upstairs sings "The Ketchup Song at the top of her lungs and dances around on the balcony. It's a little bit of heaven right here on earth! She even knows all the words! *twinkle*)

I may play "Rub You the Right Way" by Mr. Gill as loud as I want to and as many times in a row and move all the furniture out of the way and dance around as wildly and as stupidly as I want to without being interrupted.

I may watch 36 hours of continuous TLC and MTV reruns if it so pleases me.

I may blog without abandon without feeling neglectful.

I may walk around for the entirely of the TLC/MTV marathon without showering if it so pleases me (I feel pretty. Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and...")

I may work on my ridiculously long Teacher Work Sample for many hours at a time without feeling like a ridiculously neglectful wife.

Yup, and if I can convince myself that all these things are *great*, I'll be just fine! *TWINKLE*

by Alex at 06:14 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)
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on April 18, 2004 03:03 AM amber said:

hang in there, girl.

on April 18, 2004 03:12 AM rachel said:

you know.. it sucks when they're gone but when you put it that way.. all the stuff i can do? It sounds fun....you'll be great i promise! :)

on April 20, 2004 02:45 AM Surfcat said:

I love your attitude on this one! Like I always say:

"Dance like nobody's watching, and love like it ain't goin to hurt!"

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