getting ready for the parade.

sore from lifting heavy things and putting them back down again.

helped my buddy form work move to his new house. In this house is an old 60s-70s bomb shelter, painted to resemble flag bunting on three walls. The fourth is all cupboard space, painted pink. The fool who built it installed a hand pump well in the corner. An unfaded "Nixon Now" sticker was plaster over the exit.

My buddy wants to paint it all over, but I am trying to convince him to preserve it as a vital piece of American History.

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in my head, which is resounding with Philip Glass piano music. rocking rocking rocking, rocking rocking

listening to my old band, after finishing my personalized liner notes for this album.

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the answer is no.

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feeling the need to hit stop, rewind back to 1985, and play everything over again in slow-mo.

i want to pinpoint the exact moment when i reached maximum capacity.

also completely maxed out. totally hit the wall. one valium, and sweet dreams. mmmm. over and out.

wondering if anyone reads my "away" messages. Well, I happen to like them anyways.

o hgod am i si tlate and am i needginb some loving. sex.

our dog died yesterday.

stella rip.

sincere condolences, Agatha. Was she old? How's yuor daughter taking this?

I am bopping in my chair to a Stiff Little Fingers album. I need someone to bop around with.

the project has begun. Operation: Escape The Midwest is go.

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horrified yet again at our government. No police officer can be trusted, they are all evil.

everybody talks about the cops, but nobody does anything about them. revolution!

goodbye stella - all dogs go to heaven, except dogs like me.

"one never snaps the fingers on the beat; it is considered aggressive. if one wishes to be cool one will tilt the left earlobe into the rhythm and snap with with the right hand on the downbeat.

love you madly."

- duke ellington.

Filing my taxes (federal) electronically and e-mailing them to myself so I can do the state ones the paper and pencil way tomorrow. Heh.

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taxes?!? oh fucking shit. ah well, I'll do it tomorrow. if not then, then maybe the day after.

geeked out for Walking with Dinosaurs laast night.

saw a bit on VH1 about the "copkiller" controversy, and was unpreparded to tape BOTH Dan Quayle and Charlton Heston reciting "Die, Die, Die Pig Die!" for my soundbites collection!

playing, diddling with letters.

semillama = e mail slam

recalling a funfactoid a friend told me about people who file taxes electronically. 40% of those filed get audited.

agreed dave, although i have couple of 7inches that are fairly good, really went to see the makeup....dub narcotic did bore me, i thought they would be more wacky live.... thank god for VIP room upstairs....they have nice makeout couches

hmmm. this is getting interesting.

Mark Thomas = M aka Mr. Host

Suits, does't it?bore

whoops! I didn't mean Mark is a bore at the end there, definitley not, my brain finger connection is suffering some retardation and it ended up in the wrong place. no offense.

Six years ago at this moment, I was in lots of pain. I can't believe it's been six years already. Happy birthday, wild child.

Snapping my fingers on the Beat.

I had no idea it would be so hastleful to put a new stereo in my 1980 VW Rabbit. The origional AM/FM Mono thing w/one speaker is about half as deep as a normal deck these days.... Also, it would seem that nobody on earth makes a mount kit to put one in there anyway.

"1980?! They don't make 'em!"

I got that from about 5 different places. Jeez. Now I'm afraid of going to the doctor and hearing that. I'm a 1980 model myself.

The weather faked me out this morning. Overcast and rainy-looking when I was dressing myself, but now it's decided to be the hottest day yet this spring. Damn.

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wishing cleo a happy birthday!

tbone- just clamp the stereo anywhere it fits. god damn people who think the common recepticle is the only appropriate hole to stick something.

any hole in a storm!

In my truck, I'd have done exactly that.

But... My car is so purty. I just got it.

Actually, I figured it out. Put my feet on it and pushed.

Nice and snug now.

Coffee Saves.

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Happy Birthday, Cleo!

Eat cake for me.

"email slam" - HA HA!

More!

happy happy happy
happy
happy
happy

birthday to cleo.

to cleo

cleo

cake?

happy birthday, cleo.

anagrams for semillama:

slime lama
a slim male
lame islam
M. Malaise
maims ella

i've got the mail art on the kitchen strewn out on the kitchen table, agatha.

happy sixth, miss thang.

make sure you get maximum enjoyment out of the slash and burn years.

you only get one set.

happy birthday to the rug rat.

let Cleo post! what did you get?

hey Dave, take photos. i wanna see the face smeared with cake and ice cream.

Wishing Cleo a delightful birthday with enough wangbootle to satisfy the crispiest poppinjay.

cleo sez:
"what i got was a superslide kelly, a game called circus mouse, a game called splash, glow in the dark beads, two tiaras, some candy (laughs), crayola model magic, and i got a beanie baby named rocket, a tokapee that zips into an egg, a lickitung that goes into a pokeball, ummm, no don't write umm, ahhhh! (pauses) candle art, ohhh, (laughs again) binoculars and a camera, amber the kitty (runs to get amber), a pikachu headband, pokeman bubbles, some toys that swim around in the bathtub, (gets distracted)...what did you write? heh! i didn't want that on there! ummm, well, and i got some cake and it was very yummy. (cleo gets a phone call and leaves...)


she got a lot more, but she isn't impressed with the educational stuff yet.

anyhow.

(tokapee and lickitung?)


working working working

making big messes with semi-toxic substances

loving this greasy old world

Happy belated birthday to Cleo...never too busy to extend birthday wishes. Looks like Cleo got quite the haul.....good for you kid....keep working on them parents of yours....take them for everything you can :0)

Happy birthday....Cyst
Happy birthday....NZA

Is it too late for me to be adopted by Agatha and Dave? Eh?

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mistaswine = swims in tea

is it true?

is Amber the Kitty a live kitty?

sounds like a good birthday to me.

hey , margret, you set a date yet or what?

well of all things...mistaswine =

'Tis wiseman (old english usage)

Czarina called yesterday should be here around noon she said,I thought she was just coming out,no her very straight husband and 2 kids,they are in jr.high. will be coming too.Must start cleaning this pop stand,I really don,t like her husband,God help me .

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We didn't get her all that shit. I got her a blackboard and some chalk, Amber the kitty which is some sort of oversized beanie baby, some rare Japanese pokeman cards, a Duncan Yoyo, a Putumayo world music cd, and a camera. Dave got her a little bmx bike. Of course, she didn't mention any of our presents.

I am going to go dig in the dirt now.

stupid. i have to accept that.

on saturday, after coming home from a grocery run, i just happened to be feeling around the passenger seat of my car looking for something. i think i thought i'd dropped something. i reach underneath the seat and feel a wallet. some of you may remember my losing a wallet with $200 dollars in it last christmas; well, this wasn't it. it was the wallet i'd lost before that one - in '96.

it had $67 in it. which came in handy this afternoon.

for the past couple of weeks i've been saying "tomorrow i will get two new back tires for my car." and of course the next day i would say "i can squeeze one more trip out of 'em." so today i'm driving down the street - the steering column feels stable, not much wobble in the tires - and i hear *snap!* WAP WAP WAP WAP....

i pull off into a parking lot. the tread had pulled off and was slapping against the tire well. the tire was still inflated, though. i look in the back seat and i have one deflated donut tire, no jack, and no tire iron. i'm 5 blocks away from a used tire place run by this middle-eastern guy that i have always known as "the assyrian" ( because he has one of those long rectangular beards - don't ask me if assyrians actually wear them) and slowly inch my way there.

WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP....

i got a used tire put on for $22.

tomorrow i will get two new rear tire to even out the rubber and throw the used one in the back for a spare.

maybe.

Rejoicing.

I finished (I think) the story I've been working on for months. Unless my prof. has big issues with the ending. I don't want to think about that right now. I'm too happy.

Now I just have to write my psych papers. Those should be fun. I mean it.

It's nice to see the place hasn't burned down (um, figuratively) since I've been away. :)

alas! loaning my wonderful old 1988 VW Cabriolet to my two teenage boys for a few days....wondering if it will be the same after its wandering with them...'what's that clunking, Dad?''Just the clutch wearing out, son...' new top, new engine, new radiator, new heater, new brakes, new tires, new battery, new hoses, belts, and plugs and some old German bugs in the electronics...and the same reliable and old 180,000 mile clutch. He's gotta ask. I better go pray now.

Happy birthday Cleo. You too can have a vintage convertible to drive around in a few years; put Amber the Beany Catt in rear passenger seat, and Psychowoman by Wolfstone on the noise box. You can let your momma ride shotgun...

remarkable what a difference a can of tuna can make.

Agatha, please tell Cleo that some woman she's never met before (me) wishes her a happy belated birthday! Birthday's are so great. My sister's birthday is the 28th. Is it NZAngel's birthday as well?


droopy, your name in the real world isn't Eric, is it? that would be the weirdest thing.

riding low in some sort of almost-end-of-school-year funk. Been crabby for two days and not sleeping well. Maybe I've just been needing some time to myself. Living the dorms kinda wears a person down.

I'm searching for a place to live this summer. I'm not overly fond of this homeless, shifting feeling. But it's not really as scary as I thought it might be.

Maybe it should be.

It's not that I'm afraid of moving away from my family or anything like that.
I have no real desire to see my mother again before I'm 30.

Bleh. Bleh, I tell you!

I wanna sleep for a week and wake up without all my nasty little chores, responsibilites, and... stuff.

I need to seriously ditch half of my posessions. Maybe more. All this trivial, random crap weighing me down.

I'm not even making sense. Bleh.

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listening to jazz on the radio - kenny burrell - and waiting for the sleeping pills to take effect.

my name isn't eric, gee. why, do you know an eric who is stupid?

what makes it stick where it is!

"back in the days when i was a teenager..."

spring officially begins when "low end theory" starts spontaneously playing in my skull and i find myself bobbing my head to the rhythm of the tribe, external sound device connected or not.

i am in the dogtown; grey sky, drizzling rain, red-bricked consolation, concrete jungle. soft painted lips and a hint of naked thigh peeking out between leather skirt and 36 inches of bitch boot. kick the cab, skip the toll, pay the bum, take the A train.

i've got $120 in my pocket and my stomach is growling. i've got early morning foggy beer-head even though it's almost noon. i've got tension and serenity living in the same house. and i've got nibbles on my neck that tickle me silly.

i'll put my time in, take the elevator to the street, and do it all/be it all/have it all over again.

all over again.

this is how it is, how it should be, how i want it to stay.
forever.

a euphemism for sex I had not heard before.

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making shoes for children's feet

flirting with the darkside

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thinking I'll use my star wars name on a form to the IRS.

How to find your own one of a kind Star Wars Name

First Name: First 3 letters of your first name followed by first two letters of your last name

Last Name: First 2 letters of your mother's maiden name followed by first 3 letters of the town you were born in.

lame

dansm foole then I be

thinking of ways a star wars name might come in handy.

1. give an obnoxious bar jerk this name, let him try and find THAT in the phone book.

2. If you are the "secret" woman in a romantic triangle, tell her girlfriends you know the name of the tramp he's cheating with and let her try and hunt THAT name down.

3. Send a smoochy card to your ex and watch him start asking everyone he knows..'hey, you know a girl named Betto Wopar?"

Bento Sebil

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Andse Kawas

Funny how that works.

Patmo Dratl


nahhhhhhhhhh.........

i'll stick with possum lips

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not sexy enough. though it might make a good robot.

liken my star wars name

Melwh Whinv.

I like it.

I have a date on friday nite.

It feels weird.

And I am frightened.

But I'm sure I'll b fine.

I hope.

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mikge mofo

micge, if you use the long version of my first name.

i was born in or on a 6,000 acre army base (fort lee) that is technically not in a town, but is an entity in itself. if i use that part of its name that distinguishes if from every other military installation, i am mikge mole.

droopy - I was looking up a boy I know named Eric on ICQ the other day. I looked him up by first and last name, and one of the people who came up was a droopy who lived in fort wayne (close enough).

weird, eh?

i have been camera shy as of late...i don't know why. so this week i have been forcing myself to go out on hollywood blvd and take pictures of strangers to break me of this timid time. yesterday i took a great shot of this guy in a dumpster....literally....he was in head first and his feet and legs were flailing about....there were some teamsters hanging around a few feet behind him.....construction workers or drug dealers...eitherway...they peered at me from their end of the alley....i snapped a shot and ran. some people get sensitive......and if they were crooks they could have mistaken me for a cop or something.......otherwise though...it's easy in hollywood...i look like a tourist. i also took a pictures of these fat older woman , they looked russian or eastern european, eating ice cream....and a middle aged couple kissing......and some out of towners who got pulled over by the coppers......there was this wonderful shot of a pit bull licking this little girl's face but i wasn't fast enough....i thought that shot would do a lot to clean the rep of the pit bull.....they can be sweet dogs...it's really the owner who is an asshole....