I'm waitng to hear how Amee's court case goes and feeling really bad that I'm too sick to go with her for support.I have pleurisy and this is next to the sickest I've ever been in my life,and it hurts really bad and I'm no pussy,it's been almost 3 weeks,and about the only time I go out is to get a fucking x-ray or to see my doctor.I have to go there this afternoon,I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.And after Amee gets out of court,I'll be babysitting,thank God he sleeps most the time.I watched him yesterday and couldn't keep my eyes off him,even though I should have taken advantage of the fact that he was sleeping and took a nap,he's so cute.Anyway it see's like this whole month,my life has taken more shit than a toilet.

What are you doing?

Equivocating.

nothing

May your glass be ever full May the roof over your head always strong And may you be in heaven half an hour Before the devil knows your dead

wondering who has more of puffys $$$
J LO..??
Puffys lawers..??

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I guess I'll live,but have to get more x-ray's today.Amee has to get drug tested till April 3 and then she can have unsupervised visitation.She's clean so it's all good,I hate that bastard for putting her through this.I took back some clothes I bought Alecia that she never got to wear a couple of weeks ago,I worry about her constantly but C.P.S. can't do anything with out an address and I don't know where they are,I found out that shitbag's boyfriend murdered his step-dad and only spent 6 years in prison,so I have even called silent witness,but they can't do anything because the creep does't have any warrents out for him.I pray for Alecia every day.I feel so mortal.

rebuilding a rock wall
to enclose the raised
bed for veggies. Got
the Mallard Widows
another new husband.
Officially certified Too
Crazy to Work.

Laughing at Droopy.

It was census night - I had five emails from people saying put Jedi as your religion on the census form - if 7000 (or something) people do it, it will appear on the next census as an option under religion.

I know nine people who did it. Five of them didn't forward me the email.

I'm looking forward to the next census.

unofficially too crazy to work, but they don't know it yet. by the time they find out...

musing

(museing?)

how just 3 hours ago i
was focused primarily
on the subject of
making "hot monkey
love" as they say, to my
s/o, when i looked
down at myself, and
seemed to (for the first
time EVER) realize that
while locked in
passion like that, and
on top of him like that,
and with him looking at
me that way, with my
nails digging into his
shoulders and me
chewing his ear like a
mad kitten and my
eyeliner smearing and
with my extra long hair
falling over my
shoulder and messing
up and falling onto his
waiting face, I noticed
(for the first time EVER)
that....well, i can be
pretty fucking hot.
And this is the thought
that will carry me
through the rest of this
stress week. Not his
body....mine.

it's not vanity, i assure
you. it's a kind of
supernatural sort of
shock.

also very hot.


tsssssss!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY:
DAVE
FRIENDLY
UNFRIENDLY

very surprised that someone actually reads her poetry online.

http://publish.uwo.ca/~cewinslo/Poetry/ej8_1.htm

http://www.geocities.com/m_katja

happy birthday dave.

Yeah, dave you sick little monkey, happy birthday.

I'm back, by the way. Miss me?

In columbus, at the office on a saturday, sunny out but this is the only place right now I have internet access (the office jsut got DSL). I already have a lot of stories, but mostly are just relevant to other archaeologists.

So far, so good is how I can sum up that last month. How's it been for all of you?

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2am, a room full of
computers,
somewhere in
Southern Ontario.
i'm supposed to be
working.
it's fucking COLD

reeking like OldMan
Closet from the $30
black leather coat that
is crumpled at my feet.
Sick of: "how can a
vegetarian wear
leather?" Easy, fool. It's
used and the money
went to charity.
Goodwill leather is
A-okay by me. The boy
called me Trinity
because it's almost
foot-length. i'm
surprised i don't sleep
with it. Who gives this
shit away? i am
Goodwill's bitch.
I hate this fucking
Mac.
a few terminals down
one of the usual
assholes is loudly
playing bad trance and
gangsta-pop off
internet radio, for the
supposed enjoyment
of the room. i will
search out whoever
tipped him off to it.
Just realizing that i
really truly love Soul
Coughing, and they
may be a fav band. And
of course Queen.
Always Queen.

the fools will still call
me *goth*. Little do
they know i'm really just
a super-bon-bon.

I went to the veiwing last night,it was so sad,but alot of people loved Demitri,the church was packed,we had trouble finding a parking space.I stayed sober and made some fried chicken and macoroni salad and took it over there when they got home from the veiwing,his funeral is today.I'm just mad now,a simple blood test can tell if you have diabetes,he had all the symtoms.I gave him some tickets once to a concert,I'm so glad I did,I always got full size cany bars for them at Halloween,I've watched him grow up.12 years old,it's just not right!!! My heart hurts.I'll never see him again.

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Searching for total art on the internet. I think this comes close.

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Feelingn for you, J. It'd the worst when the young die.


Had a good but tiring day at the site today. Found some vital machine parts that will really help us out. I have my fingers crossed that they give us extra funding.

I'm getting ready to meet my friend Francisco so he can have company while he snarfs anchovies at his favorite caf� on the Glorieta de Espa�a in Murcia, Spain. It makes me ill to witness this.

listening to the Templars, Oi band from NYC, and sitting at work.it is funny cause i kinda wish all the mild mannered ladies i worked with could hear this stuff.
skins and punks. something tells me i am not really supposed to like this stuff.

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Yesterday I went on a seven hour date.

I picked her up at about 3:30PM. I shake her hand and we start driving to the beach. We had only met once before and talked for about a half an hour. We met originally on a light rail train in January. Anyways, I was driving, and she was pretty, I had forgotten mostly what she had looked like since it had been a couple months. She has a busy schedule, no problem, no worries.

She was born in Romania and has black hair, brown eyes, perfect complexion. She was wearing subtle makeup, eyeliner and a light pink lip gloss.

We ended up getting to the beach (Manzanita, a small beach community in Oregon) and walk along the beach. Light rain, not too bad. Keep talking, it gets cold enough that our noses run a little bit. It's OK though.

I have to stop her to watch the last part of the sun going down into the ocean. Surprisingly, she has only been to the beach less than 10 times. I've probably been there 100, I was lucky enough to be born into grandparents with a beach house nearby.

So we head to the beach house and I heat up some hot chocolate for both of us. Bathroom pitstop, etc. We close up the house and head back towards Portland. We talk more, I play some music and she seems to like it.

Our conversations hit the whole gamut of the spectrum, talked about how we grew up, and our past relationships. And other weird stuff. She's four years younger than I am, and I just graduated college. She is in college in a pre-med curriculum.

We decide to have dinner at Bamboo's, a Chinese place near her house but they are closing, so we eat at her apartment. I give her a cool mint-strip I got in Canada and then she walks with me out to my car.

First I give her the handshake and smile, I had a good time and I don't find myself needing to push my luck... She gives me a hug, then a kiss, then another hug, then a kiss with the tongue. I wish it lasted longer, but that's ok.

We were both smiling at the end and she asked to call me. I will.

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maybe the reason your WAYD post got eaten and was causing flatulence, Cat, is because of too much Date Nut Roll.

lucky bastard.

I'm in the office, checking the web before I dive into overtime work on the literature review edis. I just paid a bunch of bills which ate my entire last paycheck. My fucking shithead landlord from wisconsin hired some shitbag cleaning lady to clean my place after ai Had cleaned it from top to bottom and the cost destroyed my whole deposit. Fuck him. Fuck Wisconsin. God I hate that state and I am even more glad to be out of it.

Feeling a little tired and lonely today. I spent my extra per diem from last week on comic books, including the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac collection, a couple of Knights of the Dinner Table collections and other stuff. I also bought a few issues of the Fortean Times my article is in for the family (on newstands now!)

It's a pretty nice day and I should be riding my bike, but I have to get this report edited and I need the overtime ($23/hr)!

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Doing well. Woke up this morning, got to work early, did laundry, chilled with my rasta friend, smoked some dank, shoveled, played keyboards, piano and guitar, listened to Sid Barrett, and its only 2:30! Look for the Northern Lights tonight everyone!

Being amused by the man on the streetcorner, who has a cardboard sign which unabashedly reads: "WHY LIE? NEED A BEER"

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