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popsicle stick // 2002-06-25

it seems to me that the essense of misery would be teaching an evening intro psych class at a community college. during summer quarter. let's just say that i think we're going to be watching a lot of films. my textbook is also the usa today of college texts--there seems to be more clip-art than actual words.

the other day i ordered a popsicle mold online (the aluminum kind with the wooden sticks). i can't until it gets here. it makes me want to be a child again. but i'll probably put some vodka in them, and that's not so child-like.

p.s. someone found my diary yesterday by doing a search for "pudding boobs" in google. pudding boobs! i suspect they were sorely disappointed.

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