Dr. Phil says your brain continues to grow well into your twenties. My uncle once told me that your nose and your ears continue to grow your entire life.
Should I be mourning the inevitable-- that my brain is no longer keeping up with my nose?
(my ass, too)
Current origins of blissful happiness: seeing Leon's bedhead hair every morning, sparkly diamond on my finger, fat gray cat with two intact eyeballs (don't ask), Washington Wizards actually not sucking like porn stars in a bj contest, silvering hair, the dog continuing to shit on the carpet in protest of apartment living, ridiculously rich parents of my students being fantastically generous when finding out I have to move b/c their children love me.....
Current origins of FUCK YOU WORLD: fibroids, miscarriages, the fact that all suburbs in Maryland have raised their real estate prices to drive out the middle class entirely, starting over again, the weight gain indicative of a happy marriage...
I would like to use my free spin.
Anyone miss me? :)
