listening to scott merritt's "violet and black".

if sorabji.com was a four minute pop song, scott merritt would sing it.

"red rails whinin' like the singing of the dead she's standin' like a martyr starin' at her shoes and the station man told her it's a million o'clock don't i know tell me shouldn't i know you"

see?

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oh yeah, i forgot.

this is a picture of a bathtub on the street somewhere at four in the morning.

i've got a digital camera and i'm not afraid to use it.

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Being forced to listen to shitty dance music. Damn temps! (Not you, Jim) If I hear that "jiggy wid' it" thing again. . . I hate dance music.

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Feeling happy inside for the first time in a long time. Thank you...

Feeling good for Dani...I'm glad you are happy now.

Doing a mini surf of Sorabji.com before I go to sleep.

And wondering if the Christopher above is the one I chatted with before and feeling that there must be 2 Christophers out there...

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Making homemade chicken soup for myself....and thinking Michigan snow and California sun don't mix too well.

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I had a dream about work again last night. So I was late getting up - I thought I already WAS at work. And all they did in my dream was bitch, bitch, bitch...

Shouldn't dreams about work be illegal?

trying to decide... Boxers or Briefs today?

Boxers, Jim. They don't crush your naughty bits and they leave you room to dangle.

Yee-haw!!!

here i am again for the nth time. i am wondering what effect visiting this site so often will have on my character. will i become a smart aleck? will i get better at the crude one liner? will any ability to get serious and analytical eventually atrophy? or has it only gone into hiding? will i change my name everytime i say something? could this lead to institutionalization? should i be worried?

Laughing out loud at Boxer Boy. But they provide NO support. Not that I have much to support mind you, but nonetheless....

checking out the view from my new office space on the "Silicon Alley" in the financial district... the sun has finally made it's New York Spring de vue, and the forecast promises temperatures in the 70's for the weekend... harried businesswomen in short skirts and stockinged legs bustle out of the Chase-Manhattan Plaza Building while my man Walter takes a break from selling incense on the corner to look on approvingly... Across the street from the Chase Plaza is the building which invariably draws my attention away from naked legs and plummeting V-necks... The New York Federal Reserve... short, squat, armed to the teeth and chock-full-o-ducketts, the NYFR holds the largest amount of currency in North America... yes, Spring has brought a bounty of sunshine, the gift of warmth, and the promise of rekindled hope... somewhere along the way i must have compromised my humanity, cuz right now i'd trade in all that shit for a little love from Chase and a bucket full of C-Notes from the Reserve...

oh well, so much for seasonal romance

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collecting myself after being ditched on a blind date. he didn't show, or so it would appear. i guess up coming events of him not calling and me calling repeatedly will ensue and reveal the truth. that i have no game.

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Still smiling from Tuesday evening...no, thank you...

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Oh my god! It's happening again...the horror, the horror.

Look Up The Number

Smiling from cheek to cheek because the hubby has finally got the hint and moved on his merry way.

Freedom again, at last!!! Think I'm gonna get drunk.

Thinking of a couple friends and smiling....and wondering what "horror" Pete is referring to and hoping he isn't being a sarcastic smartass.

Playing Wheel of Fortune online..thanks for the new addiction Ridin!

Anytime girly!!!!

REJOICING with supreme GLEE that this temp job is over in exactly 41 minutes!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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sneaking into mom and dad's house to write this.

eating breafeast. a very unhealthy one.

yeah, that's right. i am throwing all that good crap to the wind. no one can stop me. no,no,no.....i am out of control. in fact i might not bathe for 6 years. considering the warp speed at which my love life is going down the drain, that shouldn't be too big of a deal.

now if only i could remember how to do that crying thing.

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nothing can stop me now.

hiding in a box. this transmission is being bounced off US302 in geosync over 37.8N 126.3W.

within the ceramic carapice of US302 is bolted the skull of a 16th century franciscian monk. it spins with the earth and about the sun in frozen silence, glaring into the everything with eyes of dead crystal.

if they knew i knew, they would kill me.

they might kill me anyway.

this will be my only transmission until i return to SLO. if i fail in the next few days someone must take up my baton and continue the race.

the answer can be found on the lake. Renoir's "Two Sisters (On the Terrace)". i sit in the boat with one other. he is on the left. he holds the information you require.

give my love to 'mom'.

looking at the desk cam. ahhh twilight at the office. i wish it felt like friday here. it is jsut like monday actually. woo hoo.

he still hasn't talked to me..

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trying to figure out why all of my girl friends get the guys i want. or like the guys i like. i guess i'm just too damn ugly to get a guy. but it's not fair. and they could atleast not lie to me about their feelings about the emotions, cuz yeah it sucks that they get him, but to lie to me and tell me that they don't like him hurts even more.

contemplating as to whether or not to live. life sucks....and i can't take it anymore. everyone tell me not to that stuff will get better but they don't get it....it won't. they say they'll miss me, but i doubt that anyone would, so i've decided to just make them happy and not tell them about my wants anymore.

i've decided to give up on men. just doesn't seem to happen for me... oh well i'll live right?

someplace

i am reading what someone said. i wish she would have left her e-mail address so i could tell her that i know how it feels. when you feel like you are friends with all of these gorgeous people who just have better luck than you. and they all think you are beautiful, or at least that is what they say. they get the guy who you want, or he really wants them,.. and they think that they can make it better for you by saying they don't really like him. and all you want to say is "well then you obviously can't treat him good! so why is he chasing you, when you don't like him?" hopefully i can talk to someone. cause i thought i was the only one.

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Sending some love to Blindswine/hoping Slacker is alive & lounging somewhere/ hoping Kelsey & that crazy cat are well & wondering when Mark is gonna post some new music. How are ya, Sorabji? Enjoy the heatwave.

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trying to get the theme song for "Bill Cosby's Picture Pages" out of my head. I can't take much more of this.

is wondering what in the Hell Bill Cosby's Picture Pages are, and what the music is.

I'm listening to Leonard Bernstein playing George Gershwin's "Rhapsody In Blue." Damn I'm transported to a happier place when I hear this...

:)

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I can't see you, where are you? Wave!

Wondering if Kevin host your domain... and should I start my own too... Hope your day is better than mine...

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really sorry. Someone, I knew all along when you were talking to me... I don't usually miss much. I'm so sorry that this can't happen between us. I just can't have a relationship with anyone right now. I hope it makes you feel better that she can't have me either. As far as everyting else, there are reasons I just can't voice. I'm going to be gone soon, and I don't want to leave anyone with a void in her heart. We are friends and friends we can stay, as long as you will still talk to me. Even when I'm gone, you can e-mail me. I'm giving up a lot to try and move away without without leaving ruins in my wake. And besides, I'm not that wonderful a guy...

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realizing.........

that the pain is superficial.

simotainious events don't happen, we are isolated teprally.

no one can understand.

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Feeling good tonight. Listening to Retro Saturday Night on the radio - 4 hours of 70's music. Feeling a bit warm from too much sun today. But at least I was able to get out and ride, which I haven't been able to do for almost a year. Gorgeous day today.

And Ridin' - although many would agree that I AM a sarcastic smartass - no, I WASN'T referring to that.....thing. I was thinking of another.....thing.

Putting my boots on 'cause the shit is too deep in here.

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sending brainwaves to Pete.... I'm HOME!!!

scoping out the joint.

tightening the screws.

eating some carrots, drinking some beer, kicking some ass.

waiting for the phone to ring again.

feeling the warm night air blow across the room.

tailing -f my mail. since tuesday, tailing mail is such a neat thing. every new message just roars across the screen.

looking up at the fusebox. and the intercom. Picking up this bottle of HotShot! Black and Red Pepper Blend. Listening for something unusual outside; waiting for the kids to get out of bed and come play outside some more.

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welcome back, rc! how are ya? there should be some new pictures of the cat, he got a haircut. you don't even want to know how fucked up this cat looks now. he looks like a pimp from the seventies. and habercroix, thanks a lot for putting the theme of picture pages in my head. i had forgotten about that completely. wierd.

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i am sitting at rene's room... i need to sleep. i had to come here to show her where it is and so she can understand, see, and feel this place.

she and i are in a gang, but you don't need to know that.

she will post, oh yes, she will post.

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I wondering why nobody posts anything when "What are you doing?" isn't the first thing they see on the page.

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really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,really,reallyreally,really,really,reallly,really.

hello

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hello again

revisiting doing the guinness scene looking back on a week of good punctuation. lookingforward ro be here,

I don't see you....where are you hiding?

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revisiting doing the guinness scene looking back on a week of good punctuation. lookingforward ro be here,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really glad to see Nate back.

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wondering if anyone else was dumb enough to meet someone in person that they met on the web?

What a fucking disappointment, I was honest but he was a mountain of crap....oh well, another lesson learned.

Dear Sleepless,

Coincidentally, I met someone the day before yesterday from the internet. He masturbated in my bed and cried often. No lie. I have indeed learned my lesson.

However, don't let it keep you from meeting other people from the net. I met someone else last month and he is so incredibly wonderful, and I fell so madly for him, that I am greatful to have this tool of socialization, or else I would never have met him.

It's just a crap shoot. Be careful. Be optimistic.

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Well, I was going to bed, but I was hungry, so I microwaved a baked potato - well, I guess it actually wasn't baked since I microwaved it - because it was the only thing I had to eat. So then I took it out and cut it open and put cheese in it. But the cheese was bad. I ate some of it anyway, but it was really bad smelled bad and made me smell like rotten cheese. So I threw it away. Now it won't make my trash can smell bad because I put dryer sheets in there.. But that's another story. So I donned clothes and went to the store and bought some of those frozen pizzas. At the moment my toaster oven is preheating to 350 degrees. My hands still smell like bad cheese.

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One question.....did he use the same tissue to wipe his tears as he did to wipe his sticky stuff?

Please tell me you were gracious enough to offer him two tissues.

Laughing! He didn't get any on ya did he? Tears, I mean...It's been my experience to wear protective eyewear when watching one shoot. I've met lots of wonderful people off the internet and I'm sure I'll meet lots more. Better luck next time...LOL

I too have met wonderful people off the net, including one who masterbated in my bed... however, I was the one crying. LOL

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Wondering what part bothered you the most....him masterbating in your bed or him crying? Coulda been worse, he could have choked you instead of his chicken...Ain't that right Ridin?!?!?!?!?!?

Preach on Sistah Dani!!!!!!

I'm thinkin it's gonna be a veddy veddy long time before I make chicken soup again. LOL

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Just getting home after a 6am walk around our Nation's Capital's Cherry Blossoms. Damn they are gorgeous. I'm still high off of their beauty. :)

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a wee bit on the cold side. I am in hungry yet not hungry mode, which bothers me.

this marks the first day of the quarter. pray with me that the required textbook gods might look with favor upon my bank account.

reading about tears and spooge, but mostly wondering what flavour those pringles are.

i like the sour cream 'n' onion ones, personally.

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