heiligekuh | Someone Stole My Lunch

So I had to scrounge shitty fast food and made up for it by having diner with Stacey At Emporer Norton's. It was the predictable red-walled, cheap, family style Italian Food that does not exist in Santa Cruz. Food was enh, but oh the gossip.

Stacey outed the faculty relationship nightmare to me. It's a pair of teachers who have been spending the levels of excessive time together that even 8th graders know can only mean one thing. Stacey, being stuck in the middle of this pair, is in the (also middle school familiar) shit stop, where you're nothing but the confessional for either partner. So, lose 2 friends and gain a whole bunch of crap that you couldn't give a fuck about.

I have trouble mustering up sympathy for anyone who starts an extra-marital affair with a 3-year old at home. When it's with someone who you teach with and went to high school with, I write you off into the lands of DUMB. I should probably fined this post in case A and C every find the journal, but that would almost indicate some sympathy.

Most of my radio or spoken word mp3s are a pain in the ass, especially the ones that are poorly edited and start with a weather report from Northern New Mexico in the winter of 2002. But, god damn, do I enjoy having the Peter Jones intro to the 12 HHGTG episodes pop up in the midsts of a Pixies and Dead Kenendy's set.

I have more, and another night alone. I'll get to it in time.