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I wonder what my metachlorian count is?
Saturday, Sept. 02, 2006 @ 7:16 a.m.

So I try not to place to much faith in horoscopes and the like, but then I do. So, whadeva . . .

This was in my morning horoscope: "So they look great on paper, but you can't force chemistry if it's not there. Don't go overboard with your efforts, either. You have to know when something just isn't going to work out. It's time to move on."

I swear this could be my thoughts put in someone elses words, nearly verbatum in meaning to what has been bouncing around my head about Not-Green-Eyed-Man, oh hell, his name is Andres, ANDRES, (pronounced on-dress, with a very gentle flip to the r)

Our last conversation, Sunday evening, it had been awhile since I put effort into communication with him (read as several days) So I picked up the phone and called, he answered, FUCKING AMAZING THAT, me and his answering machine are tight, He is still in DC, it's going well, yadda yadda yadda, "hey, have to take this other call." "Sure, no prob." Doody doody dooooooooooooo, and he's back, "Sorry, Can I call you back later this evening." "Sure, no problem, talk to you a bit later." So, later never happened. WHAT THE FUCKIN' EVER. Plain old rude, bastardly even.

Mathew de Santa fe, seems to be loosing interest too. We were all chatty, and now virtually nothing. I must have man-be-gone smell or something. One of my third graders told me, "Cooties are actually pheremones", the other day. Sorry that is random, but my brain associated it with the man-be-gone.

In other non-man related news, I'll be in Santa Fe, my favorite place on this planet, for 3 days next week. YAY. Training for special ed people or something, err, special ed teachers. I promise you I'm more invested in it that I sound, but of course it will be all about galleries, galleries, galleries for me. I'm so in the mood to experience me some "city different".

Did I mention the child who writes in Yoda speak? He cracks me up! "Bobby my name is. Excellent at sports and math I am." Of course me being the great educator I pretend to be, I speak yoda speak back to him instead of modeling non-akward grammar. Oh, and of course I do it in my best impression of the Jedi Master himself. "Bobby, Strong in the ways of the Yoda-speak you are." He's in the hands of another teacher now. I'm sure they won't endulge his akward grammar like I did. He'll be a'ight.

Hugs.

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