You will be happy to know that this young gentleman of whom I spoke of in my last post has since been fired from his position in the Biomed Lab.


YES

Where the urge to kill comes from

This is where the urge to kill comes from: it comes from sitting in the biomed lab, doing unpaid work, waiting for the person who was supposed to show up at 6 to come in. This is the second week in a row that he hasn't shown. This kid is AWESOME. Last week when this happened, I said, "Hey dude what was up with not showing up for your shift?" and the kid said, "I forgot I worked on Tuesdays." But you showed up the week before? It's tough to do your job and be responsible, I know. But lots of people manage to do it everyday and somehow we are all still alive. It's crazy, isn't it? It's things like this that makes my blood surge with the burning of a thousand suns, my eyeballs bulge out of their sockets and my biceps grow to the size of The Man Who's Arm Exploded arms and I feel like I can rip someone's head off their neck-hole without breaking a sweat. It isn't so much anger, this feeling, I believe it is the urge to murder another human being.

And another thing! Next quarter, I want to take classes that don't involve writing at all. I am tired of it. No papers or detailed content outlines or elaborate project proposals. Only Wine Tasting and reading stuff for me.

Part 1 of Some Open Letters

Dear Isaiah Washington,

I love your character on Grey's Anatomy. However, I have a slight beef with you. WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR YAPPER? The more you open your mouth, the deeper and deeper your foot goes into your esophagus. Shut up, would ya?

Kisses!

Mary

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Some Good Things:

-I can smell the new Harry Potter book coming. Write JK Rowling! Write like the wind!
-New Modest Mouse album. When? I dunno. The happy email I got said, "Soon." Please don't toy with my emotions like that. All I do is love you Modest Mouse.
-Cabling? With the knitting and stuff? Count me in! I am teaching myself, yessireee.

PS I need to see This Sporting Life with Richard Harris. In fact, all ruggers do. Apparently the man does some serious battle on the pitch. I would too if it got me out of the coal mines. Alas, the movie seems to be unavailable everywhere. I'm gonna wish on a star real hard!

I think that should do it.

When I grow up, I'm gonna get me a sturdy litttle dog. Like a Boston Terrier or a pug or bulldog. I'm gonna dress him in rugby jerseys and name him Scrummie. When I grow up.