Thursday, December 11, 2003

okay i am supposed to be writing my philosophy paper on art&poetry but instead i am posting this because i thought it was funny yes it is insanely quotidian and overdone but who cares i love julia still

Little David was in his Fifth grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up fireman, policeman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and have sex with him for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," said David, "he works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."

I mean, also because I was just listening to WGBH news and it was ALL presidential candidate primaries. And living in NH, it's kinda hard to avoid the primaries.

I wore a very orange sweater with green pants and black converse shoes today. I wore a tan burberry plaid cashmere scarf and a hot tweed blazer with elbow patches, and the knowlesian trenchcoat to boot. i am so hot.
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