just got back from an overnight through the deleware water gap. friend and i had no idea that we were driving everywhere the floods and downpours were not hitting. we got stuck on what a general store proprietor later told us was known as the "Polish Loop," driving around Buttfuck, New Jersey in circles and wondering why we couldn't get out of it. there were 6-foot tall turkeys and deer and dead raccoons everywhere. i skipped stones on the delaware and watched the pot-bellied yuppie canoe squad lumber along the river. trying to remember everything... it's amazing how you can drive 1 hour from manhattan and be totally isolated from humanity. then again you could spend 10 minutes on the subway to my apartment and end up in here totally isolated from humanity.

How do I submit a number for the Pay Phone Prodject?

I forgot to add my name its Danielle and I asked how to add a phone number to the prodject.

augh! the humanity!

(teeheehee!)

my mom thought she'd do me a favor and make me a lunch for work. she asked me if a sandwich was alright, but i asked for cold pizza.

by the time 7:30 pm came around, i was pretty hungry. so i open up the bag and...

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

it was meaty pizza!

which can be quite a dilemma, since i haven't willingly touched meat prducts in two and a half years.

so i traded the pizza for a bunch of grapes and munched on a banana.


oh, and another item. there was a guy in the break room when i went on break, with a goatee. and his hair combed back. sleek, but looks, i don't know, pointy. sharp isn't the word, and neither is pointy. he looks like a cat who'd play with his meal before eating. that's exactly it.

i think he's cute.

so i asked mel, and she said his name is chris, and he's the pic in home improvement.

may the conquest begin!

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1)realised that in total, my art supplies are worth more than my car. ALOT more. Damn you Windsor & Newton.
Think it's time to dial that insurance agent....

2)determined that i haven't drank a glass of water since i was 8 years old, and even then, i only had it because i had a fever and there was nothing else. I don't like water. It tastes horrible.
Some people would be under the impression that i should be dead or at least very sick by now, but i think all those health people telling you to drink water must be a joke of some kind, because i'm perfectly fine. Sure, i drink liquids, but never ye olde straight H2O. It's so nasty.
One day i'll uncover the truth behind all this flagrant water advocation...and i'm sure it's not going to be pretty.

wading through cardboard-box and junk filled hell looking for meaning.

Let me know if you find it.

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Thinking it's sad that wisper doesn't like water.

I think it's the best tasting stuff on the planet, if it's filtered right.

You must not be very active if you can manage to avoid drinking water.

Hoping Apparissus finds what he's looking for...

And hoping that he doesn't take box hell with him when he moves.

Watching AMD stock go higher this week.

I'm active as hell and I never drink water either. I think it tastes foul, filtered or not.


it's 8 glasses of LIQUID, not water.

i had a cat once that i'd rescued from life on the streets. he would never drink water that came from the tap. he only liked water in puddles or from old cans or dishes or whatever that had been left out in the rain and allowed to get stagnant, dirty, and flavorful. i loved that cat.

drinking my ninth glass of water since 7 am.....
it's 11 here

reading a book on zines and dreaming of doing one of my own. i think i'll call it "pez and the monkey" and put the photo of the guilty sheep on the cover (if i can find it).

it'll be a travelogue of weird spots in oregon that are off the beaten path but fun, such as sgt. gator's army surplus, a half mile from my house.

and the ostrichmobile will be included of course. i'm just waiting to pay for my own insurance (or at least have the title transferred) so i can make a paper-mache ostrich head and put it on top and glue a dartboard to the trunk...it's been sitting inside since february...

yikes!

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being bored at work
looking for interesting ppl to play with in southern oregon

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"water, water everywhere,
and all the boards did shrink,
whater, water everywhere,
nor any drop to drink."

i like water. but not if it's from the tap at my house. it either has to be ice water or sit for a day if it's from the tap. it's groundwater drenched with metals and floride. eeuuucchh!!

my grandparents used to live only 2 miles away and they had a well. the water came up infused with bubbles and i loved it.

back to now...i was working last night and chris came in towards the end o my break. turns out i'm about six inches taller...at least. yea! another conquest muddled!

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Something wrong with short guys?

Or are you six inches taller than before?

And it's at least 8 glasses of WATER, gee.

If you are drinking something else, especially caffienated pop, you should drink about 12 glasses of that liquid a day. at least.

Today, the "wet bulb" (some measurement of humidity + heat i don't quite understand) was category one, wet bulb 73.5. Which, according to the guys from Range Control, meant that if you were doing something active outside, you needed to drink a QUART of water every hour.

I know I didn't do that, and I can tell I'm a little dehydrated even now.

dear sem
i will be at your house soon
love, mavis

p.s. can you even wait?

No.


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fucking freaking about having to fly tomorrow, and trying to relax.


ugh.

glad i don't have to fly. because if i fly somewhere, i'll eventually fly home. and when i fly home, i get a migrane. nothing works except sleep. but i have a hard time sleeping in transit.

i have to go camping in the desert in a week and a half. i don't want to go. it's too dry!!!!

curse my dad's love for touring central oregon, land of bad radio stations.

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well, it's a bit hard if most guys think of me as that old song "attack of the 50 foot woman."

i'm six feet tall. addmittedly, i have danced with the shortest guy in my class before (about four foot eight, i'm guessing). but it just feels weird. the guy is normally supposed to be taller.

i remember i had a crush that lasted for three years (4th through 6th grade) simply because he was the first guy i ever knew who was taller than me.

i used to try and center my entire life around being invisible. i love being unique, but i have to avoid looking different so i can avoid ridicule.

i still occasionally struggle with myself about how tall i am.

my last boyfriend was the exact same height as me. we went to a formal dance together and i wore ballet slippers so i wouldn't be any taller than him.

that was the night that i decided that i couldn't date him anymore. i didn't know how to break it off, but i had to.

admittedly, shorter guys are usually nicer than tall ones.

i'm just afraid of being a freak, you know? i'm sure everyone has to deal with that sometime.

can't a girl just beat her self-esteem down without a big fuss?

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wondering if i have completely woken up from my dream state, which I had to tear myself out of at a quarter to 9 this morning to go to work. Started out with me seducing a man who had no hands. As we move into the bedroom, he: "That's one of my paintings on the wall!" me: "It is? This must be fate!" then somehow it turned into one of those "am I dreaming, I hope so" episodes in which I kept waking up in apartments that used to be my apartment only were different. I have to get dressed, go to the closet, oops, strange giggling beings popping out from between the dresses, never mind. Wake up again, go to bathroom, well, it's the right bathroom allright, but whose strange pair of black panties with gold trimming which I can't seem to unwrap properly enough to put on because they seem to have a strange extension of some kine, is this? Darn! And who are those ladies in the next room? Thought I heard that one's voice on NPR! Aren't I woken up yet? Darn!

I have no attraction to short guys. I don't think that's an evil thing to say. I have no attraction to blonds, either.

i wish height wouldn't be an issue, but it's sort of hard to avoid, when a girl is taller than most guys.

i'm the tallest girl in my family, not counting my aunt in maryland. i don't really think she'd count, as i've only seen her once in 18 years and she only has one leg.

josh told me that he likes tall girls, but that was the biggest hint he ever gave me.

oh well.

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i love you Gee!


other than that, remembering my zine. (Pez reminded me)
Man, that was years and ages and ages ago. Doing it taught me something important-anyone can have fans....ANYONE.
go for it Pezzy-poo!
Oh, the people you'll meet, especially when they show up at your door to surprise you.
Get a P.O. box.

wondering how many sailors i could fit in a phonebooth.

i'd kill for a good blowjob.

unfortunately, good blowjobs don't come after death.

but you can get a good lay if you hurry. the body temp actually goes up after death.

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listening to cake.

i think i write too much. i'm looking forward to my classes starting (a month away! too long! too long!). but i'm sad because most of my friedns are packing up to go to exotic places such as boston, southern california and idaho.

waaaaaaah!!!

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maybe i will.

i printed off a couple of pages of how-tos.

maybe i'll name it "teenage dirtbag" after the weetus song.

for some reason that band remids me of breakfast cereal.

weetus! weetus! weetus!

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how to's?
just write it, glue it, photocopy it n' send it!

and be sure to send me one :)

man, this takes me back.

stop making me feel old, Pez!

in the grip of catastrophe

Laughing at Spanky!

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JUST SEEING THE AD BUT AM too shy to ask my doctor for Paxil. . . . . . (" caution . . may cause dry mouth, sexual dysfunction, yawning, weight loss,". . who knows what else) . . "too shy to go out into social situations. . ?. "ask your doctor about paxil" but i'm too Shy to make the appointment. can't even answer the phone. . .

try the message boards. or go into retail. if you force yourself out of your shell into situations that really aren't that bad, you might even become an extrovert (i wouldn't say that i'm one yet, but i'm getting closer...just watch me now!)!

i'm brainstorming about zine themes: i'm thinking of calling it "it's you!" and interviewing random people i meet in grocery stores as if i'm running into movie stars. a fanzine for people who haven't found anything to be a fan of.

or maybe something else.

argh! i need to write that poem before i can do anything else! it's monopolizing mt brain!

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i wrote it. i would really appriciate some criticism.

what can i say?
when i'm in love, i write.
when i'm in like, i write.
when i'm in dislike, i write.
when i'm in hate, i write.

ahem. here goes:


the love song of a giantess

i�ve lived my live by being too tall
too imperfect to be good at anything
too loose-ankled to jump, to sprint
too nasal-voiced to sing

too nearsighted to go without glasses
too shy to be torn from my books
too rebellious to get good grades
too ugly to be a recipiant of looks

but now i�ve grown in sense
and i�ve even begun a couple of itches
but nothing changes what was before
i�ll never be the queen of bitches

i�ve since put hours of careful thought
into every imperfection of my face
and made myself the very picture of loveliness
to myself, if not for the rest of the human race

i�ve put restrictions on myself
down to limiting what i say
but nobody seems to listen
they don�t care anyway

i�ve tried to make myself perfect
from a simple grain of sand to a pearl
but no matter what i try to do
i still seem to make guys hurl

but still i keep on going
a victim of my height
nobody can ever tell me
how to be released from my plight

every time i fall in crush
i think i know what�s right to do
but every time again again
my heart is torn in two

i�ve tried by asking him out
by leaving handwritten pleas
but they don�t see, they don�t guess
from the giantess, they always flee

i try to talk myself out of it
�cause i know i have no chance
of ever possibly winning
one round in the game of romance

i know this sounds kinda funny
in a poem, even though
it�s ordinary for me
bet�cha that you didn�t know

please, please give me a chance
even if you only come up to my chin
because if not, i�ll go and cry
and wonder what might�ve been

i know that eventually i�ll stand up
and wipe away my tears after my cry
because as yoda always said
�do or do not, there is no try�

i know with all this rambling
you probably think i�m a silly goose
well, i am. you never know
about me when my words are on the loose

so i think i�ll draw to a close
after i finish the next stanza
unless you think you�d do me a favor
and shoot me with a panzer

so now i have only three more lines
two, to present my plea
so here goes: chris?
would you like to do something with me?


is this cheesy enough, or should i add some more swiss?

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i only have sarcasm.

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Fucking Pissed Off

. ."Faxes, printers, all those cartridges. It's all so confusing!" "and you can never tell when the ink is low"

Slowly starving. Hunting for a muffin.

Pez, you should start a discussion thread in the Strangling Post with your poem for critique.

oh yeah. i forgot that there were more boards here.

i write too much, don't i?

i need to find some breakfast. somehow the three bites left of last night's coleslaw isn't enough.

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oh yeah. i forgot that there were more boards here.

i write too much, don't i?

i need to find some breakfast. somehow the three bites left of last night's coleslaw isn't enough.

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there is no such thing as writing too much.

sitting at work, waiting to go home.

I am shaking my money maker.Here is something for the writers here www.rosedog.com

wondering if I should go eat now. hungry.

and i have to buy jules a b'day present. and i want to buy a new jersey cause its so freakin cold here today. and ....

I'm staying awake

Kind of difficult, but I'm trying

Somedays this strange cloud comes in and it rains in my brain for a week or so. So cold and wet but I just wait it out. I wait for the warm sun to come in and dry it all out, smiling and clear.

on a post pms sugar binge.don't get it, i thought upping my iron intake was supposed to curb that.

thanks for rosedog. in kind, www.storybreathing.com may interest the writers amongst us here.

doing an "early" morning net check before engaging herself in chores and room cleaning. :sigh:

maybe i'll use part of my next day off to update my archives...need to do some editing, too...

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waiting for the bell to ring

listening to Paganini Violin Concerti, drinking beer, and thinking about that big pile of beef in my refrigerator which will soon be dinner.

beef? :shudder:

personally, i'm waiting for the dryer to stop so i can change loads and go to bed.

oh, the joy of closing the shoe department at fred meyer's. shoes to put away, tuck laces into and place just so; counters and mirrors to clean and all sorts of little bits of paper floating around to pick up. not to mention the added bonus of guys hitting on you 'cause you're the new shoe girl and nobody's warned them off.

i think my cold personality did the trick.

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sheila, i miss you.

trying to decide between (,) and (;)

Searching for a clue to life in downtown Oregon City. No, not Portland. OREGON CITY. Nutter butter.

Three people recently said I lost some weight. I guess since I am around myself so much, I didn't notice. I guess it helps being active sometimes.

I'm in the oldest standing building in the oldest city in the Oregon Territory.

Listening to some music: meloncholy and enjoyable.
Oh, not anymore. The changer's on random now.

I used to plot to make cookies but put a little bit of a beef boulion cube into the cookies and give the cookies to vegetarians and not tell them. Then I'd secretly /know/ they're eating meat. or at least savoring the flavor in a microscopic level.

Chocolate chip cookies, that is.

Anyone need a geek to help out with anything?

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trying to get rid of my menstrual cramps

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my head hurts.

i love you bar tab. but not the next day.

recovering from last night's insomnia.

4 cokes in 8 hours makes me very hyper. harms and i were doing imitations of hamsterdance, hamster in the washing machine, cheap horror flick (dirty pizza server as a murder weapon)...

it was fun, though.

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tomato butt

sittin' in my Manhattan high rise hotel room contemplating sleep but wanting a footrub instead.

Mark, where are you located, maybe I'll have time for a walk-by and a wave.

Trying to scan a picture of my ass to Nate,why isn't this working?

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finishing up her computer time--she works at noon and she has to leave at ten to run errands.

my new nickname in the shoe department is "slim". i wanted to get away from cliff...he was apologizing too much! so i ran into one of the aisles of shoes and pulled the rack so he couldn't get through.

clif was like... looks like you've trapped yourself there...

that's when i shimmied to the side to another aisle behind me and got through.

apparently even harm can't always do that...and she's the smallest.

there was a gorgeous guy at the nutrition center that was making an effort to catch my eye yesterday.

harm told me to just ignore him. his name is craig, and he's a player.

he's tall, too.

maybe this time...

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I am going to take a shower.I am trying to make a web page.Thanking Crimson for her links.I have a hangover and I don't usually get those.Feels like a football game going on in my head.

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back in tomah, after the wild, 2000-mile weekend with Mavis.

Crappy wedding, totally normal and boring. Everything else was very good.

It was nice to be back in Detroit with Mavis. We went to Meijer late at night and bought booze and underwear, our favorite thing to do!

Now i am feeling lonely, as I sit here in my room. There's lots of her stuff still here, but not her.

I am not looking forward to the rest of the week.

Meijer Thrify Acres!! yes! cornflakes, power tools, haircuts, and roller blades all under the same roof. god bless america.

[btw, it was benign - for the record]