Turns out graduate school is hard. It requires a lot of work. So in an attempt to pay attention to the blog, here's an old blog entry I wrote a while back. Enjoy. --
Ass... makes me smile every time I hear it... this simple little word makes my face light up like a Christmas tree. Ah, the simple, guilty pleasures in life are the best.
For as much as I love ass, I can not say ass... I can type ass, I can spell ass, I can read ass, I can smell ass, I can listen to ass, I can even say ass in my head... heck, I can even spot a good ass walking down the street, but I can not for the life of me, say ass out loud. I know, I know... why the hell not? If I knew the answer to that question, I would be a lot cooler than I am now... that's for sure. Cause you know all the cool people can say ass and not flinch.
Flinch?... do I really flinch?... well, I have yet to say ass out loud, so I don't know if I would flinch. But, I'm a pretty big nerd, so it wouldn't surprise me. For Example: I hate feet. If someone's nasty ass feet touch me, I flinch. Now you may say, that's not weird, lots of people don't like feet. Well, you're right, my example was not a very good one. Let me try again. For Example 2: I hate getting flipped off. It hurts my feelings and even if someone does it in jest, I get mad at them and want to kick their ass. I also can not flip other people off. Guess this plays into what my first grade teacher, Mrs. White, taught me... "Lindsay, if you don't want other people to flip you off, you can't very well go around flipping them off. Now stop flipping me off!"... I also learned from Mrs White, that its not good to eat glue, pick my nose during class and chase girls around the playground (heaven forbid people think I'm gay!). She was a wealth of knowledge. (She had ghetto ass... Mrs. White was not a slim woman.)
So back to the topic. Ass. You know what makes a good ass?... a good set of legs to anchor it. I'm talking nice tone legs with a good set of calves. Calves... not the ones that "moo" and eat grass, I'm talking about the ones that immediately precede a nice set of ankles. And a nice set of ankles precede a good looking pair of shoes. =o)
Anyways, I forget why I started this topic... Oh yeah, I don't have an ass. I'm thinking of getting ass implants.
Peace Out.
=o)