glad she has mark's window to look out of since she works in a basement.

thinking things have got a little better

skiving

feeling wonderful !!!! Coming in from bike ride, wondering why everyone's life sucks so bad...Does anyone have anything possitive to say? This is the first really good day for me in a while.. Happy .. Happy .. Happy !!!!! Quit my job two days ago,,, And going back to school, I'm so excited ! If life sucks then change it !!!

feeling damn good about life after reading about the miserable existance of this guy.

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remembering meeting mr. mark thomas in new york last year

Thinking Walter has no life whatsoever...put that modular together already dude..Yes, life is good.

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working.....

slightly intrigued by hell.com...

not really....

i want a boy toy....

someone! g fetch me the handsomest fellow in the land...

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thinking that I thought Walter Miller was just too good to be real....something seemed a bit off to me....like how he kept apologizing for his lousy spelling but used phrases that no highschool dropout could ever know.

HA!!!

Danette's sister. She just yelled at me for saying Danette so I take Danette back and replace it with Dani.

in an incredibly good mood today. feeling giddy. i usually feel inspired during the full moon. in hawaii the moon seems to hover closer to the earth... watching it linger on the horizon and slowly rise up overhead.

oh, and i heard an interesting quote this morning:

"i'd drag my balls through crushed glass just to finger fuck your shadow."

deep thoughts. ha!

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in an incredibly good mood today. feeling giddy. i usually feel inspired during the full moon. in hawaii the moon seems to hover closer to the earth... watching it linger on the horizon and slowly rise up overhead.

oh, and i heard an interesting quote this morning:

"i'd drag my balls through crushed glass just to finger fuck your shadow."

deep thoughts. ha!

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wondering who in tarnation this Walter dude is. see what you miss when u have to work and there is no net connection???

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wondering if i should have sent her away, or if she cares. and trying to remember the last time i felt alive.

thinking that now i can wonder about that all night while i stay up and watch for the bear and cub that everyone says goes up my driveway after midnight. everyone meaning my nearest neighbors, meaning half a mile away. do bears eat goose ova? did i get my hair too terribly red? if i had to be specific, neither could i remember the last time i felt alive.

should i put out trays of cupcakes, so they leave Lucy alone? she is taunting me by pretending to brood, but i know it won't last.

I'm tired. too too toooo.

many ciga.

many coffee.

too many works.

TIRED.

Life = death.

Wondering if Icedoll is a skipping record. He/She sure says the same thing alot. Icedoll, we gotta get some variety in your life. Ever played the card came Skip-bo?

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sipping her coke, skiving a little more, thinking about isaac,

as always

sleepy

peeking though the blinds into the bright english sunshine, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze...

happy birthday joanne.

i love ya.

looking at this page...

proofing the item information for 400 some odd volumes of Stenographische Berichte uber die Verhandlungen, listening to the scritch and rattle of a printer, feeling overgrown and giddy

waiting for her to make up her mind. damn... i hate being in this position. i oughtta just join a monastery and live out the rest of my days brewing beer and raising goats.

anything would be less nerve-racking then hanging out in this electric limbo.

it looks like it's gonna be a long night at the savoy tonight.

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hootin and hollerin while reading the walter miller page. that shit is funnnnny! trying to get motivated to clean my house- again. it never ends. thinking about sewing my couch cushion shut where the puppy ate it. smelling the pee that the puppy has cursed the carpet with, although i scrubbed and scrubbed, it still stinks. he starts his obedience lessons on monday so he will be a good little puppy. looking at a lot of houses online, and feeling an underlying panic about not having anywhere to live in three months. is it possible to close on a house in two months with mediocre credit? hope so...

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thinking about sleep...and considering posting....

a nice view we have here at this hour.

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dreading to spend the day unjumbling stuff. sunday is jumble day, not saturday.

anticipating seeing a friend since the second grade tomorrow. we've been together for (many) years and apart for (many) years. an excellent way to spend the dreaded sunday, until of course that horrible dusk stretch which this time of year lasts for hours and hours.

the ganders are eating fom my hand now, which causes me to think that the hormonal surge has subsided at least for them, and lucy should go sit. please sit, lucy.

waiting for 6:30....me and a friend are gonna volunteer at the Red Cross - Alexandria Chapter's annual Waterfront Festival/fundraiser. It doesn't look too promising for them $$$ wise this year....it looks like rain and we're scheduled to work beer tent #2. Don't think beer sales are so hot in rainy weather....why did I answer that e-mail anyway? It's not like I even live in Alexandria....

Here it is not yet 3:30 and already the skies are as dark as 8:30....yes, it definitely looks like rain.

wondering what I am doing awake at this hour ruining my diet like this.... wishing I could garden in the dark.... wondering why someone classified Brautigan's Boo, Forever as "Halloween" poetry.... I get that ache from it and thinking of lost love

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sitting here wondering why i can't bring myself to tell him how much i love him, or how much i want to hear his laugh.

pondering existance, time, love, why i can never find the right pair of pants.

wondering what's really going on in your head.

and why am -i- up so late?

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wishing i was asleep.

plotting a world-wide conspiracy.

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Is savoring this cool, relaxing breeze as long as I can. It's supposed to get to 90 degrees today before too long.

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stagnateing in the tender heat and milking the 'rents for food and beer. i wonder what it means to be independant as a hog on ice. that, i am sure, i am not.

bought some linen walking shorts and a polo shirt. funny how things change when you cut your hair.

tonight my grandfather is taking myself and my dear to a place where we can get fat slabs of flesh and tall glasses of australian beer.

hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, & your children are alone.

realizing the opposite of love isn't hate; it's apathy.

shit!

shit.

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Whining. God I hate whining. Yet I am whining. WAHHHHH! I gotta stay at my Aunt's AGAIN tonight...

No PC there...

:-(

MY GOD!!!! Look at the clouds outside Mark's office window... Better grab Toto and RUN...

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remembering....

today i saw crows lunching on a squirrel

i came within a foot of running into an idiot on his bike

i saw a boy throwing up after riding his bike over the pedestrian bridge over 395 -- he was trying to keep up with his father

i saw another kid crying his eyes out and holding his head and his father was panicking...."where does it hurt?" he was asking. and i could imagine the shit he would be in later when his wife discovered that her son hit his head even though he had a helmet on but was tipped waaaaay back on his head, exposing his forehead to all sorts of brain injuries

i saw the sun and it saw me

and 36.1 miles today....all the way to mt vernon and back

didn't think i'd manage that ride for another couple of months -- i still feel a little uneasy since the surgery last year. i kept imagining my heart was going to beat so hard it would explode out of my chest -- the goddamned thing already sounds like someone left a timex in there by mistake

and as soon as i finish here, its off to the litter boxes -- gotta scoop the poop

realizing that the notions i had about reforming my life this weekend and being prepared for the awful week ahead of me are not going to be realized. too bad.

smoldering in this florida heat. looking forward to the drive tomorrow. forgetting all about the job and all about new york for at least the next few minutes. going to sleep. think about baseball.

listening to the music of guitars and mandolins, burning incense, and wondering what it's going to feel like seeing him again... touching him again... dancing with him... only two weeks away now.

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Waiting for the last cigarette smoker to clear the office so I can do some thinking with a computer. Thinking abt waking up early tomorrow for a meeting with a ripoff artist video editor. I think the smell of leftover smoke sticks to my clothes.

I live in very warm climes. Relief comes with the news that it's gonna rain tomorrow night. This kind of temperature is ideal for domesticating wildcats. I should know.

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older; turned 33 yesterday.

happy; England just scored against Tunisia in World Cup.

wondering; why Blindswine heads the Office cam at the moment.

thinking; I must check previous entries.

lounging in my basement listening to the thunder and the roar of the fans

laughing laughing laughing

hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain.

Ain't nuthin gonna break-uh my stride...

Nobody gonna slow me down... OH NO

I got to keep uh movin'!!!

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getting tired of being stroked and complimented. i want her to give me something of substance, dammit. dealing with this woman is like chasing a ghost. a money-sucking, materially-oriented ghost at that...

shit...

i oughtta blow it all off and move to the mountains where i'll make wine and raise... uhh... gerbils.

maybe a hamster or two...

and then, when the time is right...

I'LL MAKE VODKA AND RAISE GOATS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!!!!

god, i'm such an asshole...

but i feel *so* much better.

drinking free beer.

again.

mom loves my company so much, i don't think she would mind if i just hung out for the rest of her life. mama's boy, but hey. free beer.

dad loves my company, but i think he also wants me to be something. especially if it is something he never got to be. still, i think he might content to have me hang out. especially if eventually the roles reversed and i was providing for him. until then, hey. free beer.

but really, i feel the need to strike out on my own. to live a little. to love a little. to carve my own place and make it somewhere my parents would actually like to visit. give them a beer once in awhile.

crazy, but true.

throw a big slab o' el birro on the BBQ and bust out the Old Milwaukee. crank up the CCR and smoke dirty weed with ma & pa while the runtlings chase each other through the waist high weeds and rusting machinery of the front yard.

"How's it feel to be a grandpa?" I'd ask, and dad would reply "hell, son, it's about the same as being a dad. 'Sept you ain't gotta be the bad guy ever, and you're mostly blind."

"How'bout you ma? How's it feel to be a grandma?" To which she'd reply, "Love the babies, son. Love 'em to death. Keep'em comin'."

and then we'd have the kids load & pull while we fired our pistols into the sky. fuck clay pigeons, dad always said, use whatever you can find in the yard. 'specially if it ain't quite dead.

getting ready to make my bed... had to strip the bed this morning and clean the sheets and matress pad... the cat was stuck in my room all night away from her litter box and had to do it... the poor thing is embarrassed beyond belief...

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forced by the nature of computing to quit smoking, i now have no choice but to sit here and please myself sexually.

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smoking far too many cigarettes in his sister's apartment... drinking the last of her boyfriend's jack daniels, chuckling at the note he left about her being a dead-ringer for lauryn hill of "the fugees"... and looking through her cd collection and being bewildered at the common musical interests we share despite being seven years apart in age... first time i've lived this close to her in 15 years... when i was young, a thread of commonality brought us together... now it just seems to piss us both off... listening to spearhead's "of course you can" and feeling evey word. writing too damn much on the wayd boards... fuggit. i'm going to bed.

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wishing she was drunk like blindswine

doing her job properly

wondering why, when all of london stopped yesterday afternoon to sit in pubs and watch football, she was still in her basement working. man, it just ain't right

rearrnaging my bookmarks.

wishing I had some cantaloupe.

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thinking mr. blindswine would feel better if only he could escape from the dark, airless cave of the ghost-women.

dearest swine, come out of there, into the light.

thinking i might know who broke into my house yesterday afternoon and stole all my jewelry. i can only hope the police are clever enough to figure it out too.

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zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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feeling the tug of dinner and the smell of some meat something with onions and mushrooms.. luring me away from my computer..

desperately torn between the needs of my heart and the security of my soul.

thinking it is almost time to fuck them both. heart and soul.

satan, are you listening? I have goods for sale.

give me power.

telling someone to get back to chat right this second.. I need to talk to you.

I missed you by 10 seconds. Literally.

hoping jim is sleeping in clean sheets

eating sandwiches

wishing hilary a happy birthday

Thanking Joanne for her concern. And YES, I am in clean sheets, and matress pad again. That was all taken care of the first night.

:-)

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runnning his hand over his freshly shaved head...

smooooooooooth.

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obsessing over a house we looked at yesterday with a garage big enough to fucking live in and a greenhouse and a porch and everything that would make me happy in life. we may put a bid in on it if the seller will come down just a little bit more. too bad the puppy ate all of our furniture. thinking nothing feels quite as good as a freshly shaved head. i wore my hair like that for all those years just so people would rub my head. thinking about taking the pup on a big long walk to appease my guilt at being gone so long on tuesday. it's a lovely day. i'm happy.

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basking in a temporary state of serenity after kicking ghost-woman to the curb. now if i could get a full-refund as well, things would be perfect. i think i might grow my dreads back.

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Admiring the stillness and relaxedness of my cat in sleep.

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Relaying a message from RC to the Sorabji community:

My hardrive died the 1st wk. of June (I lost everything -- wiped clean! dammit!) /so I am sans computer indefinitely. I moved that same wk/& I've got a million things to buy -- plus no phone at the crib yet. So getting a new hardrive is NOTt high on my priority list right now. I'll probably be offlien for a couple of months.

I'm at a public terminal now ($6/hr.) just so I can check my e-mail. I'm fighting the urge to surf over to Sorabji -- I know I'll end up spending my last dime to catch up on the postings. But tell the kids I'm fine/my new crib is fabulous but fashionably bare (well, the living rm. is furnished/ditto for the master bedroom. The rest of the place is still box city.) & I miss everyone terribly. I'll probably stop by this coffe shop in a couple of weeks to catch up on my mail again.

So don't you guys post anything too hysterically funnny til I get back!

Take care,

- RC

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Wondering if \link{http://www.sorabji.com/livewire/room/break.jpg, this} is Mark's red party dress?

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Wondering if \link {http://www.sorabji.com/livewire/room/break.jpg, this} is Mark's red party dress?

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OH FUCKING WELL!!! I GIVE UP!!!!

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i am a 15 yr. old guy who just got home from his job. i'm sitting here on my computer in the back corner of my room bummed out for some mysterious reason while i should be feeling lucky when comparing my life to the lives of some other unfortunate souls half way around the world.

--p.s. - my site's under construction

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in a state of porcine grace and making sure the vegetation thrives... pouring himself a strange concoction of orange juice, apple cider, V8 Splash, jim beam, and vodka... wondering if i'll survive after the quaffing... listening to Maceo Parker: Life on Planet Groove (2% jazz, 98% funky stuff -- git on up!)

and, by the way jim...

links don't work on WAYD.

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Realizing now that freeking links don't work on WAYD. Damn.

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being a little more than slightly inebriated... laughing at the fact that years ag me and J. played "laslow and the doc" now the roles are reversed. i'm the "doc" and he's "laslow", with law degree and all. i don't know whether or not i'll except that invitation to do "the savage journey into the american dream"...

i'm in NYC... and i've got a wedding to go to in seattle on august first... and my eight days of paid vacation are sitting there waiting to be used... i dunno... maybe some constructive regression is in order...

life is short, and the visceral keeps tugging at the back of my neck...

heh...

it's time to fly.

hope there aint no bats on route 80.

going to bed.

fuck you wednesday. you fucked me over.

well, i was just thinking about how complicated love is. Everyone ( yesss, of course me included) is always hoping to find miss or mister right,and when finally you found what you were looking for, well... i'm just having doubts about my beloved, that's all.

i really like him though

Aren' people just too complicated?

I hear you Catwoman.....got the lowdown last night that the woman...er..i mean...GIRL..that destroyed my relationship is coming to stay in my house for a month. WOMEN. Can't live with 'em ....can't shoot em. Wondering why I still love my ex g'f so much after all of this..Wondering why I can't just let her go... I thought last night that i had put all those feelings away and was able to move forward. Time.............it's all about time.............

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Is awaiting word, STILL, on my phone interview. Also waiting for scheduling of repair for the Central Air Conditioning. I certainly hope it's tomorrow and NOT Monday. I can deal with the heat relatively well. What I CANNOT deal with is my mother's bithcing and complaining about it. PLEASE let it be fixed tomorrow, PUHLEEZ!!!

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Wandering around aimlessly wondering when my work-day will end and trembling knowing that it has just begun.

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waiting patiently to hear from Sorabji. I have emailed him and posted to this board. Danette and I would like to meet him while he is in town. He is visiting here in Tampa, I assume he is staying with his mom and dad. Sorabji, if you see this page me at 516-8017 and I will call you back right away (even at a payphone) and check your email while you are at it. I know you are going home soon so please, contact us before you leave.

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packing my bags to leave to New York on the red-eye flight. I'll be back Monday night.

I'm meeting a bunch of internet people I've been writing to a few years. Please pray they are not psychotic. I am bringing mace.

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wondering what qualifies as "patience".

figaro.

i'd like to remind everyone who uses air conditioning that they are wronging the world. fuckers.

Reminding uh, Frau that there are certain places in this world that you REQUIRE air conditioning. And besides, the world is already fucked. The only other uh, alternative is to sweat to death and have heat strokes. No thank you, I'll keep my central air.

dedicating his life to the movement, baby!

willy wonka is a fucking SLAVE DRIVER! FREE the OOMPA LOOMPAS!

OOMPA LOOMPA EMANCIPATION!!!

either you're part of the solution, or you're part of the problem, son. you aint down. you're looking pretty damn problematic over there with that chocalate smeared all over your mouth and that brown drool collecting on your chin.

when the oompa loompas take over, you're gonna be the first to go up against the wall.

mark my words.

the new face of power will be orange and wearing over-alls.

word is born, son.

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on the computer

LISTINING TO MONSTERS

partitioning my ether with a blowtorch.

smells like roast chicken and smegma in here.

there is nowhere that requires air conditioning. humankind is very adaptable.

i can't wait until the sun burps once too large and all you dependant peoples go catatonic with the shock of having to live in the world.

looks like a black-out in midtown manhattan.

what do you think would happen if people in the US didn't have refrigerators and microwaves? this might be an option for population control.

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laughing, because i ate a shitload of acid earlier today, i can barely see the screen, and i'm melting into my beautiful beautiful world of trees and sun and light and candy and living LIFE so HARDCORE right now as the Berkeley street punks riot outside because the city is spending 100k this month to clear them away and they're holding up signs that say "FUCK YOU POLICE PIGS GET OUT OF BERKLY" and it's social movement and it's COOL and I am ALIVE AAAAANNNDD.. AAAAANNNDDD...

the bayporter is picking me up in 20 minutes to take me to the AIRPORT because I am EXPECTED to get on a plane and that's not SO GOOD in my current condition but goddammit I'm lIvInG lArGe and it's going to be a pissload of fun.

i bleached my hair today, too.

byebye till monday.

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I'm crying.

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I AGAINST I.

yet i and i survive.

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foaming at the freeking mouth.

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having my usual good morning cup of coffee and cigarettes with the computer while the dogs chase each other like greyhounds around a track. Is there a bunny tied to a stick flying around the room that I can't see? Desperately waiting for some rain to fall here in Texas....only so I can hear people talk about something other than, "Man, is it hot out here or what?" Off to work to help more mothers collect their past due child support.....DO IT FOR THE KIDS, Y'ALL

giving up hope that Sorabji is going to email me or call, I have waited patiently, and without any luck I have given up all hope that I will get to meet the man himself.

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sitting here trying to figure out what happend to New York City, did the weight of all those skyscrapers finally give way and cause a sink hole? Did they have an earthquake?

thinking that cheesy movie Godzilla was a true story contrary to popular belief, TED'S (SORABJI'S) Office-Cam is telling me that New York City is in serious trouble, all the buildings are falling over, like the leaning tower of pisa or is it the leaning tower of pizza?

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waiting on a particular email im not likely to get any time soon. using this as a tired excuse for not doing anything.

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dead-ass tired after staying up most of the night... watching R. add more crap to the biohazard-in-a-bottle he keeps by the side of his computer... fuggin'nasty...

techs are strange eggs.

just six hours and forty-five minutes before i will have survived another work week. small victories, big headaches.

pass the beer-nuts.

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dying in her basement with the heat and the dead still air - ah june be the cruellest month.

still praying it won't rain at Glastonbury next week, even tho all it's done is rain for a month.

wishing the tube had any sort of air conditioning

thinking amongst myself, wondering whether or not to go to the Tampa Airport and look for Ted tommorrow, problem is, I don't know if he flew down here or took the bus. Maybe I should check the Greyhound station in Tampa. Maybe he took the Amtrak train. Who knows?

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Just getting back from Tampa Airport....had to pick up my brother. The smell of that airport brought back a memory and I coulda puked. Fuckin' made me sick. Skottey babe, Your killin' me with that Ted thing!!!!!

publishing the latest farm bulletin: my neighbor's mare foaled out this morning--a big chestnut colt who was a month overdue (she was pregnant over a year). He was born into a field of waist-high wildflowers, and is up looking around at his beautiful mom and the brand new world. It makes a lot of other stuff seem not so bad. Oh, excuse me i've gone warm and fuzzy i'll get over it in time to steal Lucy's egg clutch to put in the fu yung for the banquet tomorrow night.

pondering in my mind the whereabouts of TED. "Where is he?" the man asked. "He is in Florida" the woman responded. "Why is he in Florida?"the man asked. "He is on vacation, I think." declared the woman. "I wonder why he went to Florida, what do people do in Florida?" inquired the man. "I don't know, but it is so hot in Florida" explained the woman. "How do you know so much about Florida?" asked the man. "I used to live there, in a small town named Holiday, the people are nice there, unlike the city folk" said the woman. "Where is Ted staying?" asked the man. "I think he is staying with his mom and dad." declared the woman. "No, what part of the state?" the man firmly asked. "Tampa" said the woman, "Ted is staying in Tampa Florida and he will be home on Saturday, I cannot wait till he gets home, I miss Him" "Yeh, I kinda miss him too!" said the man.

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pondering in my mind the whereabouts of TED. "Where is he?" the man asked. "He is in Florida" the woman responded. "Why is he in Florida?"the man asked. "He is on vacation, I think." declared the woman. "I wonder why he went to Florida, what do people do in Florida?" inquired the man. "I don't know, but it is so hot in Florida" explained the woman. "How do you know so much about Florida?" asked the man. "I used to live there, in a small town named Holiday, the people are nice there, unlike the city folk" said the woman. "Where is Ted staying?" asked the man. "I think he is staying with his mom and dad." declared the woman. "No, what part of the state?" the man firmly asked. "Tampa" said the woman, "Ted is staying in Tampa Florida and he will be home on Saturday, I cannot wait till he gets home, I miss Him" "Yeh, I kinda miss him too!" said the man.

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary....

Won't these flippin' ravens EVER shut up???

Squaw Squaw......

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or should that have been,

Caw, Caw ???

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Ted is will be returning to New York tommorrow, unfortunately I never got to meet him, maybe he will return to Tampa next summer, who knows?

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bwushing muh teef.

mmm. i muv to bwush muh teef.

Suggesting that when it's hot and muggy and your AC is broken, nothing is better than a nice shower to freshen up. AAaaaaah!

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What is Ted taking?

A> Bus

B> AMTRAK

C> Airplane

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remembering this site again after a few weeks away. thanks for all the text. drinking beer and straing out the window and listening to the tv.

talking amongst myself.

working onna saturday. s'ok tho because me mam's in town and it's a good excuse not to spend the *whole* goddamn w/e with her.

thinking it would be nice to have either air conditioning which could be broken or a shower, which my landlord never got round to installing and i got tired of asking for.

reassuring everyone that she has a bath instead

concerned that Joanne is one of those people that complain to much. She should enjoy life, climb up out of that basement office and spend the entire weekend gabbing with her mam.

concerned that Skottey is one of those people who give unsolicited cheerful advice.

Complaining is an art form, practiced to a high degree of skill around here.

But i have no complaints. Not today, anyway.

is concerned that nelly is concerned about me, she has no real reason to be. Anyway, does anyone know when Ted will be home today, I will bet he has some stories to tell.

wondering if that heat that is in the news in Florida is starting to fry Skottey's brain... You ok dude?

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not complaining. just saying what's on me mind. y'know....parents an' everything...jesus weesus

too hot

listening to born slippy and looking at the thunder clouds in NY.

capable of enjoying and complaining at the same time

becoming more like alfie

wondering what it's all about.

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laughing at jim for trying

changing the choons to radiohead

alarmed!

trapped.

i came to the office just to pick some things up before i went to the gym. now the skies over manhattan have ripped open and are now angrily throwing down lightening, thunder, and a torrential downpour that just may damn well keep going all night long.

and i aint got no rain gear.

i lived in seattle for three years without every buying so much as an umbrella; a feat that borders on the stupendous, but actually resides in the stupid.

fuggit. i'll just walk through the damn thing.

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Thanking joanne for laughing at my pitiful efforts at humor.

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empty.

numb.

fly away little butterfly.

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displaying the picture of Ted and I together in Tampa. http://24.92.13.73/temp/ted.html

Go see for yourself, click below to go there.....

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Wondering how long it's been since our friend Skottey here has gotten a little Sumpin sumpin...

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advising PJ JImbo that it has been exactly 3 weeks since I had sumpin sumpin..... Unfortunately, I am mentally breaking down one piece at a time.

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drinking grapefruit juice and eating applejacks for breakfast. Contimplating the outcome of my life if I were to get involved with the church again. Heaven to me has been the beach on the Gulf of Mexico for a long time, especially the beaches in Manatee and Sarasota counties (they have free parking). PJ, there is a gay beach that is just to die for in Sarasota.

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wondering if I will ever get it right with this hangover. I have one of those spaced out hangovers, the kind where you fill like your brain is still in last night but your body feels great and says lets go. I guess that is better than the pounding head shit..

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not getting this ted shit.

fuck.

it's a hazy prenoon. beer in hand i seek to conquer. video vidiumus vicci.

christina ricci.

i forget what day it is. shit. i have to go back to school soon. mop up and get my papers. good dog.

lalala

advising the haus frau that, as was explained to me, ted = unabomber = someone's weird obsession with mark and his so-called resemblance to one senior kaczynski

capiche? or is that capich? capishe?

fukkit

missing three fingers because of mark's "so-called" resemblances.

theodore, please.

sitting here in the light, glad that one air conditioner works and it's next to my bed, and pondering on the darkenss in New York......................

and listening to the Dixie Hummingbirds and clapping my hands...........

i'll meet you over yonder in that city bright and fair...................

shocked that frau bilznich is having such trouble with this TED thing. I wouldn't call it an obsession, I was just sitting here one night looking at a picture of "mark" trying to figure out who he reminded me of, actually, I have been coming to this site for about 3 months and this thing has been picking away at my brain, I was trying to place the face, and then it hit me lock a rock, Ted "unabomber" Kazinski.

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Uncle Theodore.

we always thought he was our high school chem teacher, who was expelled from ever teaching in the state of california after stroking some girl's hair and maybe touching a butt.

but instead it turns out to be some mad man who lived in a 10x10 box in the middle of nowhere. some luddite who would never EVER own a computer much less put webcams in his office or bedroom.

live and learn, but don't make bombs with sticks in them.

or handfulls of screws for "shrapnel." damn, hard lesson to learn.