Just now getting it. OK. It's an ongoing commentary/group-diary.

I like it.

Today was my birthday. I grinned all day, feeling oh so full of myself. My boss let me go early, my wife cooked the tenderest most marinated pork, and my riding buddies asked me out for a beer. Today I felt very included. I was made to feel a valuable member of all my teams. YAY ME!

Jim--you don't want to see that video. Large inebriated men crashing small scooters on sandy sidewalks is ugly. The naked part makes it novel, I guess. The cape was a nice touch. Wanna be in "Volume 2"?. I'll bring the TUACA.

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telling Chrissypoo that I doooo wanna see the video. And you wore a cape? All the more reason to tune in.

As to volume two... ummmmm...

Yes.

Danipoo- um... whattsahmatta darlin'?

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uh, i went through college a lot like TBone seems to be starting. studying does seem to be necessary for some people, as much as we will never understand...

i did study some, though. occassionally. when i wasn't going to any class meetings sans exams.

then there was the econ class i took my last quarter. studied not at all. showed up for the first day, and the three exams. got a B.

college: a mystical, illogical experience that has nothing to do with academics.

Wandering through a fascinating morass of words, pictures, music and half voiced thoughts searching for SORABJI and finding nothing more than an eerie view of myself.
Why am I locked out of some of the most interesting (I'm sure they must be 'cause I'm denied access) by a single word "FORBIDDEN" ?

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sitting here on icq and watching all the names turn blue .. then red.. then blue.. then red.. Hmmmm could icq be screwed up AGAIN??? LOL.. the possiblity is always there..

Ridin.. sounds like you've got an admirer gurlie.. but please, be careful.. half da guys out there are nut jobs anyways.. LOL.. just kiddin' Jim..

Missing my twiffer.. as always..

xoxoox

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Thanking GOD I don't have a twiffer to miss, no offense, Siren.

*grin*

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telling Andy that it's not you, it's an AOL thing.

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LEAVING!!

in absolute horror over ml.org's chapter 11. This is going to cause me some PROBLEMS. Any ideas for virtual/sub domain names? I need one before mine peeters out.

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My girlfriend is sleeping in the other room. We had a massive argument this morning and it's followed us both through the day. You know when you feel your jaw muscles tense up so much that they swell from the kind of stress that sticks with you? We have guests staying over at the house so while we try desperately to hurt each other's feelings we try and do it quietly (unsucessfully) so we don't look like assholes in front of our friends. Even at our angriest moments we don't want to look bad in front of others. I wonder if I've always been so vain or if living with this woman has rubbed off on me.

So I've been surfing the web to try and take my mind off things (I don't have TV) but my eyes are beginning to hurt from staring at the screen. My girlfriend, a hypochondric, is trying to sleep off a "stress induced migraine" while i'm just trying to stop thinking in general. An European friend of mine talks about putting his mind on cruise control when dealing with his girlfriend. It sounds like a valuable skill.

Looking for a place to stay. Can I handle the city for three weeks? We'll see...

THE Twiffer!!!!!

Yup, that would be MY Twiffer that Siren misses Jimbabe!!

Feeling is mutual Lovergirl!!

I need coffee...REALLY bad.

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supposed to be cleaning the house and decorating for Christmas.

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furious

curious

sitting at work thinking up inane phrases to sell alcohol to cold people in Minnesota. Why do they want a Baileys? How about "Spend all your money on alcohol and you won't worry about not being able to pay your heating and rent at the end of the month!" I try to write things that aren't too insulting, but the advertising industry is just so whacked out. "This is a premium brand, so we don't want to talk on their level". Maybe I should start posting bizzarre quotes from people at the companies we work for. They are insanely lost in their own world. Do people really think of Coke as their friend? That is very pathetic. I think we just shouldn't buy things for a while.

tremulous

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nevermind. That was stupid.

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ten seconds from killing the hypertyper in the cube next to me.

cumulus.

Actually, I'm just a little raincloud.

Billy (and anyone else)-

Down here in the southwest (US) they've started selling a beer called Tequiza. It's a scary little concoction of beer flavored with tequila and lime. Seems like an unlikely product for Minnesota, but maybe someplace else?

This to me is a disturbing little marketing strategy, especially for here in Texas.

I work in a bar, and we started selling it on a sort of a trial basis. The literature that came with it said it was "A new answer to the beer drinker's interest in tequila and lime."

The old answer is, of course, jail.

not surprised.

I just wrote some promotional stuff for Smirnoff in Texas. Nothing like catering insulting advertising to local stereotypes to make it even more insulting. You know those little smirnoff characters? "All vodka, no pretense" is the tag line. Hmmm. Somehow pretending like your advertising isn't pretentious is even more pretentious than just spending loads of money on advertising the damn stuff in the first place.

I've seen that Tequiza stuff up in New York as well. Scary. I've also worked on some "TGI Fridays mixers" several years ago. It's like ready made cocktails in a bottle. And I argue when my English girlfriend makes fun of Americans. How lazy can we be?

Doom-less ?? (okay, that's stretching it a bit)--I just woke up-Happpy Late Birthday-Agatha !!! Very happy, VERY LATE Birthday......
Ridin'-as they said-be careful-I've had my share of weirdos and weird happenings-usually nothing comes of it-but ya' never know.....Oh, and B.T.W.-MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!

I've always thought it was funny how thrilled some people get about pre-mixed rum and coke or screwdrivers.

I don't know if it's just laziness, because it seems to me that we work our asses off to conceive, create and market this stuff. There is something truly magical to us about the convenient and the labor-saving. It's the 8th virtue.

hello


lineeeem up

whalers and coke

two shots patron

whalers and coke

two shots patron

Doom-less ?? (okay, that's stretching it a bit)--I just woke up-Happpy Late Birthday-Agatha !!! Very happy, VERY LATE Birthday......
Ridin'-as they said-be careful-I've had my share of weirdos and weird happenings-usually nothing comes of it-but ya' never know.....Oh, and B.T.W.-MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!

leaving work early and leaving alcohol and banks and multi-national corporations behind (if you don't count staring at all of the above on the train. I think maybe I could use a drink.

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Taking my six o'clock procrastination break...reading past commentary ...thinking about marketing alochol.

Here is a drink I used to make, perhaps it too will be packaged in one convenient bottle.

Poor Man's Martini

1. Take a chilled 18 oz. mug from the freezer

2. open one sixteen oz. bottle of private stock malt liquor. Set aside the bottle cap.

3. pour into mug

4. squeeze in some lime juice

5. top off with cold gin

6. solve the puzzle on the bottle cap as you drink the concoction

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still thinking about marketing alcohol.

Billy, please do post the bizzarre quotes from people at the companies you work for. I am repulsed and fascinated by advertising and the scope with which my concsiousness is affected by marketing messages. I want to know how these messages come into existence ... and how they ultimately get stuck in my head. I am waiting for the development of surgical techniques to remove marketing jingles and imagery which have become permanently lodged in my mind.

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Pete-

What you described is pretty much a Tequiza with gin instead of tequila. Call the bottling company and pitch the idea. They probably need a pre-mix with an urbane, sophisicated (gay) demographics.

And call Nate a cab.

Thinking how cool it is to go boating and swimming in December! I sure dont miss the cold..we went fishing all day today and kept catching the same kinda fish..dont remember the name of them but I had a really hard time touching, and smelling the squid we used for bait....hard to beleive that people actually eat that stuff. Then they started using those chum bag things..really gross...
I had them drop us off on Anclote Island where I managed to find a huge sand dollar. It's really white and perfectly shaped. I told my nephew I would mail it to him. Enough babbling for 1 night I think...time for a shower.

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drinking coffee in my office...

Hi. long time no see. how you doing?

hmmm... today is my brithday.

lonly day.

drinking coffee in my office...

hi. how you doing?

hmmmm... today is my birthday.

lonely day.

drinking coffee in my office...

hi. how you doing?

hmmmm... today is my birthday.

lonely day.

Gad... sorry.

reeling from goose-related exertions. Today I demolished a building, by myself, without power tools. It was made of stock wire, sheet metal, 4x4s, 2x4s, and was on a foundation with plumbing. I razed it neatly, taking seven hours, plus draining (bailing out really) the duck pool and making temporary quarters in the dogloos for the birds until their new headquarters is completed.

Ineffably satisfying experience.

Of course, the geese mocked me the entire time. They may have some respect for me now that I caused a large structure to vanish before their sideways little eyes. Probably not.

Phase two will be construction of the all new waterfowl compound. Sleeping, nesting, eating, loafing, bathing, flying will be accomodated, and a running stream draining the swim pond. The future fuckfest possibilities are endless. There are five ducks, and I know the sex of only one, the Mallard Drake. Twerp is the alpha bird in this group, and the new facilities are mainly for his comfort and pleasure.

All done by me, with only the "girly" tools available. Lifting and shifting are accomplished with leverage and much grunting and a sled. Nothing is level to begin with, so there is lots of grading involved.

This is my holiday project which will free me from any family activities.

sheila can't be here. It's the geese, you know. How she is. . . . . .

I may save the landscaping phase for next holiday season.

what the....???

There's another me here....hello you.

Pleased to meet me

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gloating.

finally got an interview with the guitarist and bass player of the new jazz trio.

next saturday, 5pm, before the gig. i'll smoke Sherman's and wear a short skirt. awwww yeah.

freelancing rocks.

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Relieved. *whew* I thought Pete had taken on a completely new personality, ala, The Three Faces of Eve. Was worried for a minute he was gonna be pulled to "the other team."

I have to go to a wake this afternoon. Ugh. My uncle's wife's father. Sad. Thankfully I miss the funeral. Will be enroute to beautiful, glamorous Elizabeth, NJ.

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Very let down...I was thinkin' the same thing Jimbabe..I was getting all into team spirit waiting for Peteys arrival...damn!!!

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feeling Danipoo's pain.

*g*

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working on a Sambucca account.
Getting over a hangover from last night.
Having mixed feelings about my relationship.
Looking forward to recording some music next week.
Feeling really postive about life and doing non advertising type stuff.
Feeling sorry for the people I work with.

do not sniff those markers, mark. or the cleaning fluid, either.

I hate having bad phone calls with people. Why do I get off the phone sometimes and all of the sudden feel like some sort of weird loser. Or that the person on the other end of the line was just dying to get off the line. What an unhuman thing to be on the phone. I just spoke to this guy I'm friends with and even though we're supposed to hang while he's in town this weekend, half of me is feeling like "maybe he's just humoring me". And the worst part is always the end. Why does the simple act of ending a conversation always seem to take on such awkwardness. I think one of the two people on the phone usually feels weird at the end of a phone conversation. Or at least that's what I imagine. Maybe not.
What a bizzare fragile, paranoid group of people we all can be.

hoping to bust out of work early today.

Here's a quote of some comments given by the client to someone I work with. Neither of us could figure out what they were saying. (it's for a liquor client)

"Client reviewed copy lines with Consumer Marketing Team. They suggested the following direction:
1. Maintain 'Indulgence' Factor.
2. Tap this emotive.
3. Include 'everday special moments'
4. Include 'playful indulgence'"

That was it. Totally bizzarre. These are the minds behind the great corporate machinery.

getting over a seriously NOT FUN cold... I swear I saw my lung last time I was coughing..

It's freezing cold in the great white north of Canada.. no snow yet (thank Gawd).. but still.. enough ta make the nips stand out.. ya know what I mean?..

Jim.. I don't take offense babe.. you haven't seen my TwifferTwatLovergurl in action.. so it's ok.. you just don't know..

However.. if you'd care to find out.. some tickets are still available.. LOL

night all..

all da luv, Dani

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getting over a seriously NOT FUN cold... I swear I saw my lung last time I was coughing..

It's freezing cold in the great white north of Canada.. no snow yet (thank Gawd).. but still.. enough ta make the nips stand out.. ya know what I mean?..

Jim.. I don't take offense babe.. you haven't seen my TwifferTwatLovergurl in action.. so it's ok.. you just don't know..

However.. if you'd care to find out.. some tickets are still available.. LOL

night all..

all da luv, Dani

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. . . wondering what a twiffer is.

all of my girlfriends have been hypochondriacs. I thought it was a female coping mechanism. I try not to be annoyed by it. Maybe I attract stressed out women. Maybe I attract sickly women. Makes me wish I was gay.

But not that much.

: ) Jimmypoo

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speaking of alcohol marketing, you should've seen all of the malt liquor billboards there used to be in the central district in seattle (seattle equivalent of "ghetto"). it used to make me upset. there aren't so many anymore, probably due to the gentrification being done in that neighborhood. they used to be everywhere. what am i doing? well, i am...recovering from the end of the quarter. had an art opening with the work from my class yesterday, it was crazy and harrying and stressful but fun. now i am pretty much done except for a meeting with my teacher on tuesday, and a self evaluation i have to write. it's a relief. so, now i am thinking about making some popcorn and watching tv until my brain falls out on the floor.

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telling Pete and Liam to step up the recruitment process. Your new initiatives are beginning to show signs of working. Keep up the good work guys!

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About to embark on a 212 mile trip to Northern New Jersey to see my elderly aunt. Elizabeth, to be exact. Also visiting the glamorous towns of Newark, NJ, and Baltimore, MD. WoooHOOOO!
NYC looks like the highlight of the trip.

I hope everyone on sorabji.com has a great weekend! I'll be offline for over 36 hours.

YIKES! Wish me well, and that I don't break out in "away from pc for over 24 hives."

Heh.

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Laughing at some tickets still available!!! Front seat tickets are reserved for only those certain people. Twiffer is a bit shy around strangers. She just kinda clams up...go figure.

1 year ago today I was freezing to death in NY and very very depressed. All unsure about everything. My mind was so completly absorbed with the situation I was in. Little did I know or ever imagine that December 28th would roll around and I would be getting a visitor in NYC that would forever change my life.

In 16 more days it will be December 28th again...I cant even beleive how quick this last year has gone by. Seems like just last week I was walking out to that payphone, walking around for a while, jumping in a cab, and checking into that hotel. The events that took place after that makes me all...nevermind.

Time for a shower I think.

Hey my LezboLoverJizzimJuiceGirl....Twiffer says hey...

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uploading files on to my NEW WEBPAGE! no more pop-ups! it's too exciting. i am having a day off, in the rain, in my pajamas, drinking coffee, listening to this strange oldies station that plays songs i have never heard before, and some i had totally forgotten about. thanks for the birthday wishes, me, dani, ridin, sarah, rc, whet, et al. the parade, as i have already stated, was not of this world.

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is figuring out where to go out tonite. My girlfriend is having a 'girl's nite out' with some friends from work so I would be remiss not to take the opportunity to do the same. Called up some college friends I haven't seen in a while.



My girlfriend had a big blowup this morning. She's so stressed out by life (read: very type A) and brings on insane illnesses just by being upset at things. Managed to talk her down from it which was tiring but worthwhile because we ended up having an excellent day out.



Tried K last nite. Whoa! I have to say, that is a very fun drug. I was walking around my friend's apartment feeling like a mix between a mime and a tai chi instructor. And everything was moving. And then when it wore off i went home relatively sober and not stinking of beer (therefore not waking and upsetting my sleeping girlfriend). I've not really done many drugs in my life other than smoking pot now and again (and making some very tasty cookies with said substance) but I have to say this was pretty fun.



Plus with all this alcohol marketing in my head the past week it's nice to avoid it a bit on the weekend. I saw Smirnoff ads on the subway home tonite and I started to feel funny in the head.

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worrying about Billy.

Billy, my dear. i do a lot of drugs. do you hear me? A LOT. i love drugs. don't do Special K anymore, alright? it's an animal tranquilizer and it causes severe neurological damange to humans. trust me, i've researched it.

if you're gonna do drugs, be smart about it. find out what it is you're actually doing to to your body.

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Wondering if Special K has become the Angel Dust of the '90's. And just who gets hired to test out substances like animal tranks & embalming fluid in order to discover their psychotrophic effects on humans.

Searching for a new Story from M.T. & finding none. Hoping Mark doesn't have writer's block or the Winter Blues

(Hey Sorabji -- check in once in a while/will ya? You know how we worry abt our Heavnly Host.)

And looking forward to the debut of Agatha's new site! (Don't forget to post a link here.)

Im trying to eat some kind of a dinner!
i made chicken fried steak from stouffers and it was nasty. so im having bunless hotdogs (sabretts) w/sauerkraut
and homemade potato/egg salad !

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been informed. Wow, sarah, you're the third person tonite. I suppose I shouldn't do things I know nothing of, though I must say that I felt confident in my friend's common sense and have been feeling pretty self destructive lately anyway. Just got home from a nite out with an old friend with whom I drank sake, ate sushi, and drank more sake with. We commiserated on the roller coaster ride of our relationships. We spent too much money on raw fish. We had a good time.

Can't say I regret trying K last nite. Don't know if I'll do it again but at the same time feel not too comfortable with regretting things as of late. Though it's funny. 5 years ago I would never have done a drug that I hadn't throroughly researched. I've felt so unhappy with some aspects of my recent stability that maybe it's pushed me the other direction.

Got a weird message on the answer machine tonite. It's 3:40 in the morning and my girlfriend's still out on her girls nite out and some girl leaves a message saying she saw me tonite out (i've never heard of her "Claire") and wanted to leave her number, but then changes her mind and doesn't. How strange considering how my friend and I spent the nite talking about how we both love and hate our relationships.

Maybe stalking is a new trend.

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wondering if Billy is the one who sent her that freakin' creepy card with the red bird on it, professing his love for her. If so, then yes, stalking is the new trend and my real name is Claire. I didn't leave my number, because I figured you already had it. Call me later and breathe heavier into the phone this time, k?

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laughing a bit ready to go out for breakfast. Clare was a friend of my girlfriend's, English, doing a good american accent and having a bit of a joke, and no, I haven't sent any secret admirer cards. I think.



Now heading off to eat. mmm.

back from his trip.

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at work now. Had a nice weekend. Stayed in beautiful (rolls eyes) downtown Elizabeth, NJ. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Saw my aunt, visited with my cousin, and a mess of nuns. It's amazing sometimes how the smallest of things can make someone so freaking happy. I'm not complaining, just wishing that something like seeing a nun you had in school 40 years earlier and vice versa could just make me "cream my jeans."

I was happy my traveling companions were so excited. I, on the other hand, had a better time the 3 hours I was in NYC then the whole weekend.

But... if you ever find yourself on a shoestring budget and don't mind a non-glitzy hotel... and you have a need to be in the Elizabeth/Newark/Kearny area, I recommend the Econo Lodge in Elizabeth on Routes 1 & 9.

$45.00.

Shweeeet!

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$45 for a motel room? jesus christ. i haven't seen a motel for less than $60 in years.

san luis obispo hosts the world's first motel.

silicon valley 2 bedroom house in nice neighborhood can run as high as 1.2 million. Something like $800/square foot.

i smoked too much weed this weekend.

my tooth hurts.

i'm tired.

last night we had the "children" talk. I says "hey! we're not even married yet."

so we had the "married" talk.
















yeesh.

recovering from tonsillitis. haven't been up for three days and still can't leave the house, but the wondrous ability to speak and smile is returning today.
random thoughts from reading the last few days posts:

if only i had a compound to build to avoid christmas

the collective noun for nuns is a 'mess'?

the 'i want to have children' or the 'i'm not having them ever' talk?

oh - and - sorabji (the payphone project) got into the Guardian (best british newspaper) as a recommended site at the weekend, which puts them up even higher in my estimations.



i'm so ill and still cross

just added her Danigirl to her new icq... hoping its ok to do that..

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not a man hater.

but i'm really angry at one man in particular, and sometimes i find that the hate oozes and froths and bubbles over in the cauldron so much so that i start to hate all men. for no good reason. even the men that, in reality, i love a lot.

i think this is how modern feminism was led astray into dark, philosophical uselessness.

and no, i'm not PMS-ing.

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not a man hater.

but i'm really angry at one man in particular, and sometimes i find that the hate oozes and froths and bubbles over in the cauldron so much so that i start to hate all men. for no good reason. even the men that, in reality, i love a lot.

i think this is how modern feminism was led astray into dark, philosophical uselessness.

and no, i'm not PMS-ing.

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trying to find out what this hell shit is all about????????

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all tired out and the men are digging up the road right outside my house

Hellooooooooo Tommy!!!!

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shattered. Got home later than usual from work after a fruitless day of being patronized by my boss. He's a man who I think realizes his shortcomings and is probably aware that, in his late 30s, he is still writing crappy marketing materials like "shelf wobblers" to promote vodkas on a liquor store shelf and is not happy with it. Writing crappy ads to replace the crappy ads that the client rejected from him he decides to come by and give me a lecture about "how to write humor". He's a nice guy who was probably too stressed out, but let's not take this all too seriously. I mean, no one else does.
So I went home and some college friends called me up and we got absolutely shitfaced. One of my old roomates started buying rounds of tequila shots (which somehow I ended up paying for) and by the end of the night we were screaming around town in cabs, wasted with some girl one of my friends picked up (a sort of big, unattractive girl who was a little desperate and feeling up all of my single friend's nipples and giggling) looking for an open strip club in the neighborhood. Well, that didn't happen, so we had some more drinks (fine by me) and I stumbled home around quarter to 4. Up again 3 hours later, I'm now back at work trying to write made up fables to help push Sambucca on people eating in Italian restaurants. They're trying to make drinking Sambucca charming. Or at least something other than a college frat shot fest ending in extreme vomiting. Mind you, they're quite happy with that too, they just want to keep 'em hooked and drinking when they're older.
Maybe I could excuse last nite by saying I was doing research.
But now I'm feeling all researched out.

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wondering if anyone will give me a mortgage.

i want to buy a home goddamnit.

this rental shit is going nowhere.

following a hot tip to check out netscape's "what's new" page
http://home.netscape.com/netcenter/new.html
new? not to some
10? 10 1/2!

slowly shaking off this hangover, but still surrounded by liquor.
I've been looking at webcams in the background while I work. I don't know what it is about voyeurism that's so exciting. But it is, isn't it?

commiserating with nate.

"but the repayment is less than i pay in rent now"
"that may be so but..."

we just had a little earthquake. enough to dislodge one of the foundation blocks on the back porch so that it rolled two feet away.

holiday earthquakes, the very best kind. shakes down lots of pine cones so people can do Martha-ish crafty things with them.

i am not making light of the fact that earthquakes kill many many people; i just enjoy them when they happen to me.

that earthquake rush, nothing like it.

finally able to say I've been to the White House. I was born in Washington, D.C., and have lived in the metro area for my entire life. Until yesterday I had not ever visited the White House. My office got some tickets to the Holiday tour. Awesome. Incredible.

Oh, and no, I did not see that infamous hallway off of the oval oriface... er.. office.

*g*

OHHH.... also....

*jimbabe holds danipoo's hand and joins in*

hellllooooo Tommer-roony-row-knee!!!

Who else wants to join in? Pete? Syrup? Liam? Sheila? R.C.?

hehe

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hoping that Nate is not getting All Grown Up.

Perhaps it is a phrase he is going through; the marriage, the children, the house.

Eeeeeeeeeeek!

promising not to get all grown up.

Didn't peter pan get a mortgage? where did the lost boys stay? they surely weren't paying rent.


besides, i'm going to steal money for my down payment. that doesn't sound particularlly grown up now, does it?

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Trying to figure out my whole damn life!

nate, if i can get a goddamn loan, so can you. email me if you want any details on what a nightmare buying a house is. you could do it, though. cleo is sick, and i am having holiday malaise. i need to go visit sheila and get summadem pine cones.

maybe i will go cry in my room.

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suggesting to Nate that he start small. Like a townhouse... and then move up....

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At the moment, I am lying on my stomach in front of the computer contemplating life. My son is trying to play quietly in the next room so I won't come in and insist he go to sleep. We recently left his father, and while my psychic wounds are beginning to heal, his have just begun to bleed. Usually, we seem so connected, my son and I. I am baffled -- how can he be in so much pain when I feel so much better? I grieve for my son's grief and his hurt makes an empty place in my soul.

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nothing. except contemplating my own flatness, permeability and the odd sensation that i am failing to connect with anything, even when speaking to someone, even when doing this. but still

Laughing at the idea of Nate in a townhouse.

Poor Nate.

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Waiting for my damn period to start already so I can get on with my life!
I tend to get tickets, accidents and debts during my period! And it is after all shopping season!
Oh, shit I have no supplies!
The Smack-Me market is 24 hour! On the way back I could egg some lowlifes!
Or better yet, buy some pup-tents and pitch em in a field with cryptic notes scattered about to mystify the finders!

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