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It's funny how great wisdom from a wonderful teacher can stick with you and guide your life. For instance, I'm always touched when I remember Mrs. Jimmye (Sarge) Allen, my 9th-grade English teacher, stopping in the middle of handing back exams and barking, "Who is Juicy?!?"

That's education, my friends.

I think I'm delirious.

sit on it, Potsie

I'm in a terrible habit of sitting on my foot. Instead of letting both legs hang down from a chair like a normal person, I bring my left leg underneath me and sit on it, so that every time I get up to walk to the printer or wherever, my foot's all red and I limp because the lower part of my leg is asleep.

I hope this doesn't mean I'm gay or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with that--it would just be majorly confusing to find out now.

I've always sat funny. For most of my life when I had to sit on the floor I would sort of sit on my ass and let my lower legs go out to the side. People always thought it was the funniest thing--had never seen anyone sit like that, blah blah blah. I'm not as limber as I used to be, however, so it's not as easy as it used to be.

But one thing I cannot do is sit Indian-style. (Can you still say that?) I can do it for about a second and a half, but that's it. After that my ass starts to hurt too much. And I dunno, it's just not comfortable at all.

Damn, though, look at this. It does look pretty painful, huh? It sort of looks like I've dropped straight out of an airplane and tried to land on my feet and they just got fucked all up. But it was comfortable to me.



I wouldn't have made this post, but people kept hounding me for ruminations on my sitting habits. I'm all about giving the public what they want.