Monday, June 14, 2010
That sunburn is currently falling off in my bed. It's super gross. And super itchy.
This week (and next) I'm teaching writing at an arts camp. Today we rhymed. You know what rhymes with poo? Doo-doo. You know what rhymes with soccer? Soccer. I feel like I made a difference, you know?
Does your girl-dog hug your arm tight, lick your fingers and hump your elbow? Yeah, mine neither.
Secret: I'm reading the entire "Leaves of Grass" for the first time right now. I've had many reasons (read: school) to get this done, but never did. It seemed ridiculous. Was ridiculous. It's getting less and less ridiculous everyday. Like that sunburn.