There’s a fine line between genius and madness. This is kind of what it’s like with Life Coach - he think he’s a genius, and I think he’s crazy.
Posts under ‘Conserved Conversations’
A pervy eye for a pervy eye
Last week, I assigned Jing a New York Times article about sex offenders in a working-class neighborhood in Long Island. She had to speak her mind when she handed over her short written response. It was the hardest I’ve laughed all week.
Who dates men named Tiger?
Last Friday, I was tutoring Jing, which means I was deflecting Jing’s attempts to talk about anything but grammar.
Dating a tool for his tools
My friend, Julia, was telling me how she spent the last few months dating a guy, because he could assemble the things she bought for her new apartment. Those diagrams can be tricky and no, I don’t think Julia is any less a feminist. She’s just really bad with spatial reasoning.
Bootylicious
I’m at the overpriced grocery store closest to my apartment, looking for some snacks for my plane trip. Aisle by aisle, I unsuccessfully look for the treat that will hit the spot. A store employee pops into sight and I rush to her.
The unhappy trail
Some of Cade’s friends and I are discussing male body hair.
Me: What about butt hair?
They stare blankly.
Ask what he said about prunes
When we’re not working, people at my company have inane conversations with very quotable lines.
Can’t wait for those college essays
The bulk of my tutoring service of late has consisted of helping kids get ready for tests, big tests that determine what high school they’ll go to or if they get into a private school. It’s not the most fun thing in the world, though I know my potential offspring has two legs up in the process already. Well, would have unborn figurative legs up if admissions standards ever stayed the same, which they don’t.
Case in point: Levitra
I saw a comedy show not too long ago. One comedian said this:
