my first day of the New Job is over. i'm exhausted; child-wrangling is hard! they're sweet, though. they're already starting to look at me with that trusting expression. except for the one that i'm assuming will be my bete noir--eammon. he's the second oldest in the room. he's seeing how far he can push me and how much i'll let him get away with. the answer, of course, is not much. after breaking up fistfights at the middle-school tutoring program pocomoke, the preschool tough guy is cake.

there's not much going on in my head right now. i could tell about my new years...we ate spaghetti and vegetarian meatballs, ogled ali's absolutely gorgeous and most likely gay, looks-like-a-GAP-model neighbor who stopped by and told us about getting hit by a bus in california. we played truth-or-dare jenga; we debated the relative merits of the strokes(actually other people did that. i avoid such arguments because i maintain that i'm just not hip). we got loud and obnoxious and made countrytime basil's hard iced tea. at midnight we played ch-ch-ch-changes and sang and danced. and then we played that "good riddance" song by green day and i have to confess that i bawled my eyes out. don't get me wrong, it's a good song and everything, but when one of your best friends is leaving for college in a few days, things get out of hand, emotionally speaking. we drank to excess, we laughed to excess. danny danced the bump in the living room with ali's mother. i got a drink spilled in my lap, and thus got to test the waterproof quality of my pleather.

and i'm sticking to my original decision that some stories are better left untold. though i will say, in reference to rule for dating #3, it is possible to be "that guy" while still being a girl. and that it's not that bad.

we'll drink a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne... -beatpoetgrrl

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