rock on with your socks on.

i hate driving. i guess mostly i hate drivers, especially rush hour drivers.

i had a big bitch session planned for how pissed off the people in my teacher education classes make me because they refuse to critically examine themselves and realize that they are racist/sexist/classist even though they don't believe they are. but i'm too tired today. and i have to move a couch tonight.

my freind berko called me from wrigley field last night to share the 7th inning stretch over a cell phone. isn't that nice?

time for work. and thanks for finally posting. just kidding.