Just go ahead now.

So I'm not dead. And I'm all moved.

The house is so mutha-effing badass I can't even stand it so that improves my mood immensely.

I have canker sores in my mouth from the stress of moving (yes, they are related) and they are conviently located underneath my tongue. This oh-so-delicate membrane has swollen to a much larger size making it difficult to talk.

You can't have your cake and eat it too apparently.

Fall needs to hurry up, it's fuckin' hot here. I hate Cincinnati in the summer more than I hate dry-heaving after a night of heavy drinking. And ironically enough, they both feel the SAME.

I received my teaching assignment for the fall this morning and am about ready to pee myself. Even though I've been taking classes for four years, I feel I have little to no knowledge of how to teach a bunch of kids. And the sad part is, these aren't even "kids", they're young adults with not enough language skills to be admitted to the university full time, they must pass the class in order to move on. I have no problem getting adults to like me; usually they are wrapped around my little finger by the end of the day. Getting kids to like me, however...whole new ball game. I'm afraid a "shit" or "jesus christ" will fall out of my mouth like so much word vomit around them or I'll forget the dress code and wear my beat up sneakers...too much responsibility as an adult, especially a TEACHER.