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Can I Get A Hotcha?

April 02, 2003 ... 12:17 p.m.

Can I Get A Hotcha?

Bootsie: “We have a settle to score.”
Le Prince: “How long have you been speaking English?”

Ah, it’s Wednesday. In just a few hours, after Mr. Bob teaches the History of Stuff We Are Expected Not To Know, it’s Fraternity Life.

That’s right--Eibisch’s Night O’ Eye Candy.

And look, I don’t care if Uncle Bob deems one of my twins (newly single, btw. hotcha!) a spineless, fragile fossilized piece of dog shit, because Alex can do his little toga show for me anytime he wants. And, hey--bring Adam, too. I know I’ll find something for him to do.

Jailbait, shmailbait. Get ‘em young, train ‘em well, right?

It was 86 degrees here yesterday. Cedar Rapids, Iowa was warmer than any point in the state of Florida yesterday. Hotcha! That’s my new favorite word, by the way.

Last year, on April 1st, we had 6 inches of snow. Okay. Does Iowa make any sense to anyone?

Yesterday was also my cat’s 19th birthday. He celebrated by attacking me and ripping a couple of fang sized holes in my instep.

I would’ve thrown him into a wall but he’s just so darn cute.

I have a really good feeling about the rest of the upcoming year. I don’t what it is or why I have it. I like the coming seasons anyway, but there’s some kind of...anticipation or something. It’s just like something wonderful is waiting to happen this year.

And summer cannot come fast enough. I love summer anyway. I love warm or hot weather. I love the sun. I love green grass and swimming pools and sprinklers and sleeping with the windows open and getting a tan and grilling out and...I just love summer. I even love getting burned by the seatbelt buckle because your car has been sitting in the sun all day. Give me some grilled hot dogs and potato salad and I am happy. Toast me some marshmallows and I am ecstatic.

I’ve got a wee sunburn from being outside almost all day. I was cleaning out the flower beds and vegetable garden. I am thinking of getting a stall at the farmer’s market. But, at $250 a pop, I don’t know. Maybe I could go halfsies with Robin. (Did I just write “halfsies”?) I don’t know, it was just an idea. I haven’t even compared hours with my school schedule. But then, I don’t actually have my school schedule set. I know what I want, whether I get it is a whole other issue.

And, yes, I was skipping my composition class today. Mr. Nastylittletrollman was subbing. Again. I think he may have my real teacher buried in his basement, breathing through a straw, just so he may torture me with his mere presence. Grr.

Doing pretty darned okay in school. Javi the Spanish tutor hottie has really helped. I don’t think I’ll get as good a grade in Spanish as I wanted but, as long as it’s passing and transferable, it’ll be okay. I’m taking German this summer. Not like I don’t know German, but it’ll be an easy ‘A’. Yes. In my twisted little reality German = easy. Spanish = hard. I understand that, for the vast majority of humans, Spanish is easy but not so for yours truly.

I’m a dork.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, the college hotties who rent the house across the way, are not only grilling some...*sniff*...barbecue chicken, but are also engaging in some pickup football of the shirts and skins variety.

Hotcha!

Currently Reading:
Unnatural Death: Confessions of a Medical Examiner by Michael M. Baden

Listening To: the country station Bootsie seems to be addicted to
...Hey Elvis, can’t you see? They need you back in Memphis Tennessee. They’re making records, but there’s nothin new. Nobody ever done it quite like you!...
Amen, Billy Ray. AMEN!

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Have a happy day!

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