I Like the Tin Man...

Well, I too shall have fun with COLOR, but in a more word game sort of way. Tell me what you think!!!

Confusia,

I don't want to get into a pissing match with you, but I think I have made it abundantly clear that my life is a bigger fucking cesspool than yours, so please admit defeat so that we may carry on!

So, you asked me about Atlas, hhhhmmmm....what more can I say? The man is a narcissistic, lying, cretin. And that's about all I have to say about that. Well, maybe not, really. The one last interesting thing I have for you is his response when I called him out on the article he "wrote". He told me that it was all a joke. That of course he didn't write that. He expected me to say something about that article and then he was going to tell me that of course he couldn't have written that and somehow, that was supposed to be hilarious. I'll say. It was a total hoot. Oh, my sides! Please stop! You're killing me!

Anyway, enough about all that nonsense, more about today. I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one that has had a less than awesome day. I got to spend three hours in a pre-ARD this morning (because really, the real ARD isn't near entertaining enough), and you know how that always goes. Nobody saying what they really think. Everybody looking at each other waiting for someone else to say something. Needless to say, thus far today sucks! And it's barely half way over. Really?

So speaking of things that disturb me to no end. Today at the gym, my sweat-soaked undergarments spilled out of my bag as I was leaving the locker room . Lesson learned: ZIP YOUR BAG, Terpsichore. Humiliating!

Anyway, I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. Sadly, I'm in charge of the after-school homework help club today AND tonight is my bowling night. Have I mentioned my bowling league to you? Wow, we suck, but it's SO much fun. In fact, one of the other gals on my team and I both bought our own bowling balls. Does it embarrass you to know that I actually purchased my own bowling ball? Probably...

OK, I'm off to get fingerprinted!

Love ya,

Terps
PS I have some sordid and racy e-mails from the tattoo guy if you want to use them here.