Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

They should bring back the busmaid position. My aunt, MaryLou, was a busmaid, and my aunt Phyllis was a bus driver. Fortunately, I still remember this pretty vaguely. I'm not sure if it was only on days I didn't have school, or if I was in pre-school, something weird. My mother would drop me off at the Fatone residence all dressed, and I would go to work with them. It seemed like in between shifts, because there were rarely kids on the bus. One of my Aunt MaryLou's tasks were to gather any belongings off the bus, after students got off, and to deliver them to the office.
Cookie would have no problem if they brought back the busmaid position.
Oh, and by the way, I'll take any botched up version of my lastname. No one, and I mean no one, even tries to pronounce it. I get, "Marlena V-something", or "The really long Russian named person", or "What is this name?" I have to guess when they are calling to sell me timeshares or calling roll that that is me. Come on people, you're all pussies. If I see a big name I take it as a challenge and try my best to not only say it, but learn how to spell it. Christ, both of my last names are phonetic. To my old friends, Tiffany Sciaccatano and Kevin Sontschaiwanicz, this Perone's for you!