Got a Devils Haircut

in my mind!

You were a boy...

This cannot be happening...

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in a town

Another week has come and gone, and I would be remiss if I neglected to point out my favorite part of the week: a dual broken sprinkler head. One of my favorite things is when automatic sprinklers have a busted piece on them, causing the water to shoot straight up into the air instead of on to the grass. I laugh out loud when I see these and get stupidly giddy.

I don't really know why. If someone asks, I tell them it's just the absurdity of it: someone has cared enough to manicure and care for their lawn but now gallons of water are pouring into the street instead of the lawn. And it just looks silly. I probably shouldn't read into it too much, because I'm tempted to analyze it and search for some deeper meaning about my psyche. Meh. It's just funny.

Trust me: it's funny. Climb into my head and tell me it's not funny. (Mitch Hedburg's new CD is wonderful. Tell the kids.)

Welcome to paradise...

(Found in the notebook of the quietest girl in any of my classes)

Don't touch me again John Stamos. Who couldn't get any work. C U later.

God bless America

For the love of Nothingness...
And when you're finished there, check this out.