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Jan. 17th, 2006 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageThe Producers. Was marvy.
Hooray for flamboyance, satire, allusions, and people who compare themselves to Jesus and Caesar.
(Just like Julius Caesar
Was betrayed by Brutus
Who'd think an accountant
Would turn out to be my Judas!)
Chloe, via Chloe's cell phone, in Chloe's regular voice: "Hey, uh... this is TM. You should go see the movie with your friends. I'm not going to come to pick you up."
The real TM, however, paid no attention whatsoever to the plaintive ringing/vibrating/silence (I've no idea what it was set to) of his phone, and nobody in the house answered the phone there either. Even if Calliope had thought in the back of her mind that day that she could escape our insidious clutches to go do boring homework, she was ultimately resigned to having fun with us.
This happened Sunday by the way.
Today all I did was study, use the computer, clean, break up three or four actual catfights and ignore a couple more, overhear a bitchy telephone conversation about the new campus aide uniform jackets, sit for almost an hour with my parents with Wife Swap flashing across the fluorescent screen of the cathode ray tube in the background, had two heart attacks, an abortion, did crack... while I was pregnant...
'Twas a fine day indeed.
Sasha, you're my dad.
Hooray for flamboyance, satire, allusions, and people who compare themselves to Jesus and Caesar.
(Just like Julius Caesar
Was betrayed by Brutus
Who'd think an accountant
Would turn out to be my Judas!)
Chloe, via Chloe's cell phone, in Chloe's regular voice: "Hey, uh... this is TM. You should go see the movie with your friends. I'm not going to come to pick you up."
The real TM, however, paid no attention whatsoever to the plaintive ringing/vibrating/silence (I've no idea what it was set to) of his phone, and nobody in the house answered the phone there either. Even if Calliope had thought in the back of her mind that day that she could escape our insidious clutches to go do boring homework, she was ultimately resigned to having fun with us.
This happened Sunday by the way.
Today all I did was study, use the computer, clean, break up three or four actual catfights and ignore a couple more, overhear a bitchy telephone conversation about the new campus aide uniform jackets, sit for almost an hour with my parents with Wife Swap flashing across the fluorescent screen of the cathode ray tube in the background, had two heart attacks, an abortion, did crack... while I was pregnant...
'Twas a fine day indeed.
Sasha, you're my dad.
