Eating candied chick peas.

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still doing the calorie burn from my high-intensity aerobic workout. I do this three mornings a week, 20 minutes each time. I then wait an hour to eat.

Most of your calorie burn comes after the workout, because metabolism stays higher after a high-intensity work out, plus you burn more calories. and it takes less time.

speaking of which, time to eat.

Just placed my order for kung pao chicken with Travis, and gave him my money card. We love Travis.

so why diddle the sextant

when one can tweak

the whole universe

- in one breath,

or in an old lover's sigh,

the misspent syllable,

a single look of wonder,

or the comfortable silence

in a phone call

or a rainy night?

as of tonight I still rock.

cursing my hayfever

Help! HElp! I can't get "Shake your love" out of my head!!!

Aiee!!!

Wondering, if it's pretty much always half past a monkey's ass and a quarter to his balls, what does that mean if said monkey is straddling the International Date Line?

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waiting for the last snow of the year.
watching a goose nest (from a distance).
registered for Bay to Breakers.

mourning the untimely and tragic loss of a warehouse filled with barrels of good Kentucky bourbon.

tired of the way in which people i talk to think that everything i say is ridiculous.

tired of getting laughed at all the goddam time, even before i can finish a sentence, or get anywhere near finishing a sentence.

it is an uphill contest, but i am going to find a way that i can start a sentence in which, by the time it is over, no one who hears it is snickering or pointing at what a stupid pudding-head they are embarrassed to have wasted their time with.

peck,peck..smooch,smooch..hug,hug,..comforting squeeze...tender hair stroking..to Sorabji and all others in need

Hurling through my NOSTRILS. Heal THIS!

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whew! I would if I could sweets, somebody shoot your dog today?

the forests are on fire.

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Tired.

Last night, an old friend of mine from high school called. Terri. She was telling me about the hard time she was having getting over her love (so says she) for one of her professors. "I know this is true love! Not a crush!" she said. And all I could think of was how stupid I sounded on the phone with her. Everything that came out of my mouth sounded like it was scripted for a bad '80s after-school special. So I was even less help to her than she thought I would be. Like, who in their right minds would turn to me for love advice, anyway? Duh.


I graduate in three days. I'll have a 3.42 average, but I don't think I get honors because I didn't do a thesis. Oh, well.

I really dread Sunday. I hate ceremony of any kind, especially when I'm a part of it. How boring.

congratulations rhiannon

(i skipped my ceremony)

waxing poetic...

craving human contact..

trying to get over this sudden feeling of nostalgia.

avoiding the issue of hunger my stomach seems to be presenting.

wishing i could be on a date.

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cleaning my mouse

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gleeful.

Woo!
Another year of college down. Summertime! Woo!

It's times like these that I don't mind the laughing and pointing.

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I,m so proud of Rhiannon!!! Margret,we have fires here too,but man nothing like that in New Mexico,what a bummer, they planned it, they sure fucked up.Still sitting on the pity pot. Trying to get someone to hook my printer up so I can finnish mail art.I,m pouting and bichy..shit I,m becoming my mother.Must go do some serious praying.

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bitchy

congradulations, Rhiannon.
Now What?



For my ceremony, I wore tennis shoes, shorts and a Dead Milkmen t-shirt under my robe. I also had long ass hair then.

my personal website made Fox News today. for whatever that's worth.

Rhiannon, congrats on graduating! That rocks. You should walk, it's not as bad as it seems. It's kinda fun actually. Do something goofy to make it interesting.


have a good weekend my podlings!

feelin' lonely and bored.

A very dangerous situation for my personal finances.

When I get like this, I tend to go out and buy myself something that I've been putting off because I shouldn't dig my debt hole deeper.

I think I may go down to LaCrosse anyway. Fart around, just to be around people. It really sucks being an hour and a half away from any real companionship, and around 4 to 6 from the closest friends, and a 6 hour flight away from my best friends. But no more moping around here! Not your problem. I can be wistful somewhere else.

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engaging in saturday morning indulgence.. a big assed cup of joe and 4 hours of national public radio.

the rabbit is passed out on his back and all feels right with the world.

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exit the warrior:
today's tom sawyer
he gets high on you
and the energy you trade
and gets right on to
the friction of the day.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000001O4/scuk/103-3159456-3409461

so, I just got back from laCrosse. I'm such a good little capitalist.

I went to Best Buy and examined the scanners. I could get the cheapest one, but I held off because I was unsure whether I had parallel port or USB connectors on this piece of crap. I then looked at the portable cd players with the car stereo connectors, which coincidently range in price about the same as scanners. I did not purchase either today, although I ended up spending enough money to.

Instead, I bought Quicken 2000, so perhaps i can get my finances in order (HA! more like so I can see how awful my spending habits are). i also bought Reggatta Mondatta vol. II, which I have just discovered will not play in the computer disc player.

Then I went to B&N, but did not buy anything.

Then I went to Deaf Ear, a used cd shop. There, I decided that I would give myself birthday presents (a sure indicator that I am in a funk of some sort), and picked up Guided By Voices "Do the Collapse" (Listing to right now, pretty good so far), Dub War's "Enemy Maker", Ani DiFranco's "Not a Pretty Girl", and Hilt's "Call the Ambulance Before I Hurt Myself" on cd. There was also a whole table of tapes for $2 each. I restrained myself a bit and picked up a Butthole Surfer's bootleg ca. "Piouhgd" from the music on it, a B.A.D. tape, and XTC's "Oranges and Lemons". I also picked up two pairs of black niobium earrings, 16 gauge. I have decided to slowly increase the size of the holes in my ears, because I really like how the thicker earrings look.

I then went to eat dinner at the Pizza Doctor (it's my "free day" so i can eat whatever i want), but they weren't serving chicken pizza or any of their funky pizzas that night, so i attempted to go the rib place, but there was a huge line, so I drove around aimlessly and ended up at McDonald's (another sure sign I was feeling low - to inflict that on myself!).
After the crap meal, I went and hung out at the coffeehouse for a few hours and read my book of collected essays on the historical archaeology of capitalism, surrepitiously and wistfuly checking out some of the young women in the place, which was mostly empty. Most of the young women were associated with young men.

then I came home, listening to the Butthole Surfers and B.A.D. and watching out for critters in the road.


Right before I made it home, some person in front of me hit a dog, and I watched its corpse glide across the pavement in the small pool of illumination from my headlights, out of my lane and into the next as I passed it, its insides seemingly floating beside it.

You will excuse me if any of my following posts seem a little odd, for i am feeling quite disturbed and a little upset right now.

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thinking about dog guts, or dog and guts, or guts. Without dog. Thid morning on the way to the art fair at Laumeier, about four mile down the five lane golf course ringed quarter million dollar house neighborhood between my little place and the park...a racoon carcass slid in front of me off a car up ahead...and three hours later on the way home the ringed tailed corpse was still there exactly in the trun lane as left. Someone told me if I took the time to properly honor and bury and or dispose of road kill, then the animal's spirit and its entire species would befriend me. I don't pass road kill without questioning whther I should stop. I don't stop often enough. Especially in the city's posh neighborhoods where I would get arrested simply for digging a hole at the side of the road. Might screw up the underground sprinklers, you know. Listen, it IS the planets, as Patrick says.

remembering the time that the lady driving the carpool to school in the morning saw a dog that had been hit-
she turned to the (much older than myself) girl in the passenger seat and made a joke about how my mother would have stopped and tried to help the dog. then they laughed.


i still don't like that woman

my boys are coming back to town. Two days in a row, people. Let the rolicking begin!

visiting tennessee.

wishing i had a boyfriend or insignificant other to enjoy the beautiful scenery with.

but i don't.

also wishing someone was awake so we could shave my head. i bet if i had a boyfriend he would help me with that as well. but like i said before,

i don't.

i am hungry, but uncertain of what i want to eat. i just want to shave my head. that is really all that is on my mind.

that and getting in a fight with my imaginary boyfriend.

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playing phone tag with my mom.

getting ready to install Quicken and play around with it.

Kym, I never needed help in shaving my head, I just took the clippers and went for it. My fingers and teh mirror usually let me know if I had missed a spot. I manage to do a lot of things by myself that usually require the assistance of another person.

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if they are not squished, i always stop for roadside casualties.

the goose eggs are due to hatch in three days. this morning there are two moms on the nest, together. the ganders are fiercely guarding, so i cannot get a good look.

the war against UPS continues. i hate those bastards. they will pay.....

a college graduate

not reading The Necessity of Friction, though it sits not ten reet away. The first chapter sounded interesting, but

today i climbed Stone Mountain again, but had no revelations or interesting experiences to report. well actually, i sort of had a revelation, about myself of all things, but i'm not ready to report it, it's been coming in bits and pieces and is still in process, I'm coming down with it, i don't know whether it's going to be a full-blown life-changing revelation that sets your course for the next five years, or just a passing miasma. Could be catching a cold, too. Or maybe the two are linked together. My head is about to explode, literally and/or figuratively.

reading "tom sawyer" because of swine's post. it's a 1954 printing that i'd picked up in a flea market months ago. never read it before. turns out to be just what i need right now.

i could also stand to be listening to that band he'd posted the link to, but i'll do that later.

right now i gotta find out if tom and huck ever find injun joe's box of money in that cave.

throat swollen.

voice going.

luckily my fingers still work so I can type.

yay winter (?)

Still warming up...
I think I'm being punished.

I can't move into my new place until Tuesday. I was booted from my dorm on Saturday. That wasn't fun. I wasn't nearly as packed up as I thought I was.

I spent all day moving from one dorm to another. Hafta stay in this second dorm until Tuesday afternoon. However, I couldn't move into the second dorm until 12:30, but was removed from the first dorm at 10:00.
I couldn't just move thing from one building to another... nooooo....
Hafta remove EVERYTHING then move EVERYTHING again.

Now there's no hot water. They will have the hot water going again Wednesday as soon as I leave. I hate cold-ass morning showers. I actually just cleaned my head. The rest can wait.

Also, my roommate has a laugh like a banchee invites himself along anywhere I go. Just kinda follows me out the door and into the car.

What do you say to that?

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a registered professional archaeologist.

now I have to update my resume.

Wasting time bigtime at work wishing it wasn't a Monday.

Sitting in my office at home here in London England as I am supposed to be writing a presentation for tommorrow but it is hot here tonight at 23 deg C at 22.34 GMT - Roger

suckin on a cold lagunitas and puffin a spirit, in the aftermath of a brief hike during which i saw the following animals:

lizard
rabbit
deer
rat
chicken
goat
skunk
sheep
goose

granted, the trail goes past a petting farm.

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eating food from a vending machine

what do you think about that?

thinking that watching TV gives me about the same amount of gas and disgust (while at the same time being emotionally gratifying) as does eating vending machine food.

Participating in a
wonderful taxpayer-funded
portion of the American
Public High School
Educati

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running from the Matrix

they're catching up with me. half the sites i visited yesterday are blocked by the company Net Nanny today. sometimes it's just bizzare ie) i can get the search results for New Messages here, but can't read any of them.
Damn you people actually expecting me to work when you put a computer in front of me!!!!

I was doing some legal research,looking through county court records just happened to type in pizza creeps name and did I find out alot.#1.He was married.#2.His wife took 4 restraining orders on him.Found out where he is now,not that I care.What a creep,a divorced creep.

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fornicating with angels.

"about four mile down the five lane golf course ringed quarter million dollar house neighborhood "

a quarter million will get you a 800 square foot 2 bedroom shack in my neighborhood.

fucking fucks.

i'm going commie.

thinking about dinner.


The cable compnay changed the lineup and i have Bravo back! Yay!

torturing myself with this Shane Bartell CD and wishing more than anything i was in Austin.

Toying w/the idea of my own online talk show.


And wondering how close the brushfires are gonna come to my crib.

http://www.givemetalk.com/text/contestreg/amdgiveaway.asp

fatter because i've been living off hotdogs for the past week.

now i'm reading "huckleberry finn".

28.

No longer homeless. After waiting around for hours, calling answering machines and assuring my landlord that "Yes, I'm sure you said today, not tomorrow." I am moved in. Mostly.

Yesterday while testing a particularly slow piece of software, I read Alice in Wonderland for the first time. At least, it's the first time I've read the real version.

Right on. Commie is the way to go. If the server has been un-screwed, the communal website www.dirtyredcommie.com might exist... I'll have to talk to my bud and see if it's functional.

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it's not. Bummer.

wishing sem a birthday.

even a happy one.

enjoying a cup of tea,
3.55pm, my first of the
day

puzzling over 1 across:
purchase paper, say, for
ancient craft (6)

looking at extension 316,
hoping it doesn't

enjoying a cup of tea,
3.55pm, my first of the
day

puzzling over 1 across:
purchase paper, say, for
ancient craft (6)

looking at extension 316,
hoping it doesn't

Happy Bday Sem!!!! Got any plans? Take pictures.

training for Bay to Breakers by taking naps and eating lots of pie.

happy birthday, llama. 28 is a good year, in spite of being an even number. at 28 i ran away from home on a 62 foot sloop, to Acapulco with my captain.

sem, can i give you 28 spankings? please?

happy birthday. rock.

damn

catching up on 3 weeks of WAYD.

fantasizing about being a hero or a volunteer fireman should deadly fires break out in my hood again.

hope margret is wet and well

you bet nate, I am punk and in someone ass, not yours, but someones.

dig something pretty sem. Hope you find one of Elvis's Harleys in those mounds of dirt you make

had another rip roaring weekend with angry sam

he and the wife and i went to gallery opening at the old brewery downtown ,saw a collection of photos of Bukowski, neato

Asked this interesting-looking old man standing by himself if i could take his polaroid. Turned out he was a playright and was friends with J. Pollack, naturally Angry Sam drooled and stuttered, they talked writing shop, turns out, a novel is the way to go now.

took off to Hank's in downtown LA, one of the few "friendliest bars" in LA. Also one of the few places you can go on a Sat and be guranteed a seat. Feeling more adventurous, with definite bugs up our asses, we headed to a seedy strip bar even further south of downtown, bordering compton and watts, called Sams Haufbrau. Once inside with 300 other gangsters and riff raff, we realized this place was quite uptight, being one of a few caucasions in the room. i agreed with Angry Sam when he said we all need to be frisked at the door every now and then (such was the case)........

decided to head back to hollywood after a drink to our favorite...and usual Jumbos Clown Room. Always a familiar crowd, the dancers were sweet and R was glad to see us. She was having a creepster night. At that time, being as blotto as we were, the wife and I proceeded to make out at the bar. We were collectively recollecting the couple we had seen dry humping a few weeks earlier in the corner. The door man said to my wife "You and your boyfriend look good, you could make alot of money doing that"
A little bewildered, we continued to make out. We both agreed R was particularly hot that night in her knee high pleather boots and her low cut 50s looking bikini...........


life is good i think, never mindmy dramtaics in regards to difficult homelife, i got a hottie for a wife and she tells me what to do, who could ask for more.

stop the fucking presses.

i have a date tomorrow.

there must be a god.

I'm in shock.

Came back from lunch and there were 2 dozen long stemmed red roses on my desk.

Have fun on your date Sarah.

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>giggling<
to myself.
as i often do when there is something neat apoun entry here.

"we don't sell douche, because we are not fresh at all."

ahhh, somtimes i wonder if i sound that funny when i say things.
listening to Momus, stars forever disk one.

drinking a newcastle, not something i do often that is for sure!

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and happy birthday Sem

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yes that's right, about 800 square feet, maybe more, but tiny rooms and no more than a condo or attached clusterhomes. Single family medium size homes in Sunset Hills are at least 500,000 for a decent house. I live in the low rent adjacent 40 yr old stone and brick cottages 10 minutes in toward more city life. Even the raccoons are moving out of here. That's why I bought out of town in the woods. No date this weekend, but maybe a garage sale. What kind of edible food comes out of vending machines?

the whisper in a haunted
min

Had incredible thunderstorms and driving rain yesterday. My one concession for my birthday was to eat a bowl and a half of Breyer's Reeses Peanut Butter Cup ice cream.

My parents called and that's about it. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, guys, that's all I got.

Still pretty nasty out today, windy with a light rain. I have to find something for my volunteer to do!

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wishing Sem a belated happy happy. Send your volunteer down to powerwash and chink my new/old log cabin. Garage sale a definite this weekend. (I'll keep the opener;)

diddling with letters again. got 307 anagrams out of my real name at
www.anagramfun.com.

some rather interesting and oddly acurate descriptions came forth.

dare to try?

Wishing I could have a garage sale.

Why is it that I only feel needed at work when there's panic and chaos?

My Jess(Jessica) has been in despirate need of some wheels for a while. Her bike gets her around and all, but it's a long bike to work even when the weather is nice, and it's wearing her down. The busses seems to like leaving early when she wants to catch them.
She has her heart set on a VW Bug. I saw one for sale today with a rebuilt engine and looking good.
She'll be thrilled. I wonder if people will think we're silly, what with her driving a Beetle and me driving a Rabbit...

Oh, well... They're fun vehicles. And they're affordable, even if we're paying the same price now that they cost when they were new...

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finaly deciding to catch up on all this Elian Gonzalez shit. i've been ignoring it from the beginning, i really have no idea what's going on or why. Care to sum it up for me? Although i always try to ignore most of what's going on in the news.
Especially politics. Especially American politics. Especially American politics involving anti-communism/Cuba and soldiers pointing loaded weapons at small children (is that not the scariest photo you've ever seen in your life?). And that's about all i know about this situation.
But work has finally bored me to the point that i feel like reading the escapades of gun-wielding army pig vs. small child.
The 20th century bed time story

no solider pointed a gun at the little alien.

his "caring family" was given ample warning that it would come to this if they continued to violate the law. this is all on their shoulders.

oj simpson has custody of his kids.

taking back what i said before


actually, now that I've done my research, i think the most disturbing photo is the kid wearing a Tommy Hilfigure sweater.
*shudder*

THAT will haunt me for the rest of my life ;)

writing this

hurling my pants all around the hotel room

looking forward to next friday, when I will be home for a 5 day vacation. R+R! Yippeee!

I'm waltzing toward oblivion.

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Semillama, will you get a chance to see this? Happy Birthday, way too late.

okay, just have a nice Friday.

listening to screaming guitars.

you listen, too.

http://www.torturechamber.com/blindswine/pfunklive-mountain.mp3

listenin' to De La Soul's "3 Feet high and rising"

listenin' to De La Soul's "3 Feet high and rising"

jennifer oh jenny.

A. went to the HMO today because of this being the third day of intense headache. i am worried. the HMO is 1:15 from where we live. one of the downsides of living in the boonies.

the upside would be there are probably a dozen shamans, acupuncturists and other alternative healers within walking distance. unfortunately, A. doesn't subscribe.

arg. i do worry.

indifferent to the plight of the little cuban, who would have been completely ignored had he washed ashore as a Haitian; yet profoundly disturbed over the whole "dynamic entry" thing, whereby your civil servants can don black masks, kick down your door and stomp your feline to death just because you might be one of the 80 million households that lawfully contains a firearm.

What if life were made of moments?
Even now and then a bad one.
What if life were only moments?
Then you'd never know you'd had one.

I,m wondering if Gee is becoming Jack Handy,if only for the moment.I,m sorry Sems computer crashes everytime I try to send him a card.My husband,s ass is okay.I hope nates head is.I wish webtv hadn,t made my page disapeer.I,m just not going to worry about things I can,t change(spawn).I,m just not going to go there.

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spent the day at Armed Forces Day, tending the Biological and Cultural Resources Management booth, which consisted mainly of sitting in a freezing building with no one to kep me company, putting out COE coloring books, trying to answer questions about Invasive plant species whcih I know nothing about, and having only two people talk to me about archaeology, one of which wanted to know if we found any dinosaur bones.


Never. Again.