December 21, 2005
I am hungry.
My work friend, accusingly: Did you remember to eat lunch?
Me: Yes.
WF: What did you have?
Me: A barracuda...steak...
WF: ...
Me: And a tomato.
WF: Where did--
Me: And a pie!
WF: What kind of pie?
Me: Whole pie.
WF: What kind of pie?
Me, angrily: A whole pie!
WF: ...
Me, amused: Barracuda steak. Hee.
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December 15, 2005
This is the way the semester ends, this is the way the semester ends, this is the way the semester ends
Interior monologue on my way to class tonight:
This is the last time I will ever walk shivering past the History building, the last time to call Michele next to the painted bench, this is the last time I will decide against getting a coffee from the cart to warm my fingers up, this is the last time to go down these steps to go up these steps to go up these other steps, this is the last series of notices on the bulletin board about summer programs I cannot afford to attend, the last time I will enter this classroom to sit through the--
This is the last "class cancelled" sign I will ever see at SFSU, the last time I will stand foolishly in front of the door uncertain whether this might be an elaborate prank or not, this is the last time I will feel a little bit betrayed by a professor, this is the last this is the last this is
Oh, hey. It's over.
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December 06, 2005
In need
Do you have a copy of Orlando by Virginia Woolf? If so I would love to borrow it before Thursday. I loaned mine to a friend in my class so he could read it over Thanksgiving break and the little bounder skipped the class after the break. So now I have no Orlando for my paper.
Please let me know if you have one or know of where a copy can be found in e-form online. (Gutenberg doesn't have it.) I will come to you to get it.
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December 02, 2005
Our Lady of the Bottom
Me: Sister Mary Posterior, all us nuns have gotten together and realized that we want YOU to be our new Mother Superior.
Me: Oh, girls! I'm just flabbergasted. I don't know quite what to say. It seems much too lofty a position for your old friend Sister Posterior.
Me: No, Sister. You cannot turn this down. Jesus wants it to happen.
Me: Really? Well, you know I cannot disappoint Jesus.
Me: Hooray! Cheers for Mother Superior Posterior! Here, we made you a coffee cake.
Me: Golly, I do love coffee cake.
The Lad: [...]
Me: Why don't you ever make me a coffee cake, I wonder.
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