You Better Organyze

Old Mr. Taytay better organyze better! He lykes having every day be different, but does it ever make it difficult to remember what needs doing. Which student has his book, and what is Tay about to hear him (or hyr, laydys) play? Not to mention stuff that' s not fun!

Tomorrow: make important calls, make copy of important personal documents, memorize things for new job, go to new job, teach at free school, practice with band for out-of-town show, rewrite another chapter, prepare lesson plan for augmented sixth chords introduction (substituting on Friday), exercise, prepare for thesis meeting (remember about example he messed up).

Hey, that wasn't too hard after all. Tay twill report soon with an honest self-evaluation, unless said evaluation comes out all, "needs improvement."

fuckin' shit, man!

Strange Growth

Today tayday discovered a strange growth, or really more of a worrisome swelling in a sensitive area.

Readers, he needs two new "tires."

Cuidado!

Oh my god...

Please, readers, do not look at the things sent to you by pickles. She wants only to hurt you. There are no fun and games with a girl like pickles. She is like the person who tells you that you have cancer if your fist smells like strawberries.

Pickles took Taytyme to a movey, and he had to close his eyes when the people were getting hurt. Somehow he still saw some gross stuff, and now when he tries to go to sleep he can't stop seeing the gross stuff in his mind's eye! To quell the pictures he has to think of stuff that's nice, but apparently he can't think of what nice stuff looks like so he has to hum a little tune or replay a pleasant senario from his recent past, and all that action gets him worked up and sleepless! How are you doing in the nyte-tyme, gentle readers?

taytyme for everyone!

Yes, its tyme! About damn tyme! Tyme for tay! Its Yaytyme! Yaytyme for taytyme!

Indeid.