being tantalized by that phrase "the delicious taste of fresh Maine lobster".

Freaking out about that DAY again and wondering if and doubting that I'll ever entirely stop.

At work, still feeling bitter about the breakup and wondering why the
@#$% my last message wasn't posted.
Is there anybody out there? Pinocchio!!!

like I'm gonna tell you
fuck off

thinking about stoli and cherry juice and what it has done to my ability to remain in one place.

o! cherry juice!
how thee loosenth me!

wondering when Dani is gonna respond to my e-mail of several weeks ago.

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thinking about writing
another story but I don't
know what I'm going to
write about yet. Perhaps
I'll write a story about
me thinking about writing
a story except that I'm
not quite sure what I'll
write about. There. Finished.

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i always wash dishes during the state of the union. i've got plates, plastic forks and cups, the coffee press, wooden coffee stirrers, ragu bottles to wash. so much to do...

Happy Barfday to you!

Many happy hos and joygasms!!!!

xoxoox

go ahead

ask me why my eyes are blue

i dare ya.

heather: I think I'd rather ask why your nostrils always flare.

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i'd like to know why heather's eyes are blue. my eyes are brown, but both of my "parents" have blue eyes. sometimes this causes speculation.

heather, �por qu� son sus ojos azules?

d�game por favor.

my brother and sister-in-law have brown eyes. my niece and nephew both have blue.

my only sibling, my younger sister, has blue eyes. but i wasn't suggesting that it's genetically impossible for blue-eyed parents to have a brown-eyed child. (though every so often i meet someone who thinks it is.) it's just that my origins have always been open to conjecture and it's something my sister and i tease my mother about sometimes.

posting without signing my name. even though it was no mystery that it was me.

thinking about oysters. Go here if you're in NYC: www.shaffercity.com

Ca me fait penser d'une pub que j'ai vu en France il y a beaucoup d'ans, "Oui maman, on aime les huitres!"

Only in France do kids like oysters.

cuando era ni�o, me gustaba comer ostras.

the food of the body is champagne and oysters; feed it then on champagne and oysters.

-herman melville

Appologizing to Jimbabe. I'm sorry I have not returned your e-mail yet honey. I am currently making plans to to head up to NY to put my sister in rehab again. I'm sure it will be another me dragging her by her fucking hair to the door of the place but thats fine. either way she's going.
So, I'll e-mail you my cell number and you can call me and we'll bullshit while I'm on the road.

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staring at my nose


i had no idea about this flaring issue

ok. i'm not really. i don't know how staring would help anyway.

wish i had a better story to back up the eye thing. i was just having a stupid old sob-fest


now i'm wondering if i just sound like an idiot in type-language

listening to the Busoni Piano Concerto: Cantico and wondering if i'll make it to my 3:00pm "package" meeting tomorrow. i've got so much else to do......

saturated by goats this morning.

hm.

goats.

British Transport Police Detective Inspector Dave Crinnion, who investigated, said: "I saw the goat the next day � it did not seem too upset but it is difficult to tell."

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2002050329,00.html

eeeeeewwwwww.

that image is going to be in my head for at least a week, with that creepy bleached blonde guy staring out over his rectangular glasses.

thanks, nate!

wondering where the alternate message board is.

it's right here Patrick.

Alternate message:

dog vaccination must be accomplished by Friday February 1st or an order will be issued.

listening to Christian Death on the radio and thinking Agnew is pretty fuckin rockin.

thinking i am such a jerk for forgetting people's birthdays as often as i do.

Some people should really never peroxide their hair.

goat boy.

It's 2.02pm 02/02/2002 here.

Yay! We made it. Now I can go nap.

02/02/2002
2/2/2002
02.02.2002
2.2.2002
2.2.02
2/2/2
02/02/02 @ 02:02
2/2/2 @ 2:02
2002 @ 02/02/02:02
two two oh two!
two two two
oh, two! oh, two! oh, two!
two of two on two two oh two
two after two on two after two of two thousand and two
two thousand and two's terrible twos
i have three oh-twos for the two thousand and second one!
twootles to the twoful 2 o'clock twootles to you, too.
thanks you for the twotime.
happy happy two time!
cheers to more twos!

i crossed the finish line today just seconds after the clock read

2:22:22


my actual time was shorter, because i had to stop and go potty.

wondering what the name of the khachaturian(sp?) piece i just heard is. it was solo mandolin - very quick and had a gypsy feel. I say gypsy, but that may be because they were playing django rheinhardt on k.u.n.t today and it got in my blood.

while i was cleaning my apartment today i found a book with 5 crisp 1957 $1 bills and 2 crisp 1976 $2 bills in it. i wonder if they're worth anything beyond $9.

probably a reworking of the saber dance, droopy. Is there actually a KUNT radio station? Can't believe that would've ever gotten past the FCC.

no, i'd have recognized the saber dance. i may not be "all about" classical music, but i know that much. besides, they said the name of it, i just didn't quite catch it.

actually, the station is KNTU - North Texas State University, which has a certain prestige for its music department, particularly jazz. they changed the name of the school to University of North Texas (UNT) a while back, but never changed the radio station's call letters. so i do it for them.

There's another part to that Melville quote Droopy used. This is it: "But the food of the spirit is light and space; therefore, feed it light and space."

If all these people at work would stop talking for a few minutes it would be a lot easier to get some work done. Either that or I'm just gonna have to buy a CD player.

yes

quite true, bitter one. but what do a bunch of computer geeks want with light and space?

did you get that quote from the same source i did - tropic of cancer?

"Cannot you see, cannot all you lecturers see, that it is we that are dying, and that down here the only thing that really lives is the Machine. We created the machine , to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it"

-E.M. Forster, The Machine Stops. (written in 1918, i think. clever of him to know.)

i don't know the khachaturian catalogue all that well, but i'd be surprised if he wrote anything for mandolin. it was probably something from spartacus or gayanah.

this whole bidness of staying at my job until the end of february is weirder than i thought it would be. hauling my sorry ass into the office every day is the most thankless and perfunctory chore. at best i get shit from the boss and other colleagues, here and there i get the no-eye-contact treatment from people i don't know and only worked with for a couple of months. for the most part i either dial random telephone numbers in manhattan or else i work on my own stuff.

last week i got the "package presentation," which was really hard to manage. the HR person was talking to me like i was about to slit my wrists, and i knew that anything i said would be taken as a cry for help. so they handed me the "Living Well" brochure for the company's psychological services and i joked that i thought it said "Living Will," and they were not amused.

what they don't know, or what i hope they don't know, is that i know the company's psychological services better than i wish i did, and it's the most useless service imaginable.

if they knew me at all they'd have been at least non-plussed by that comment. but this was the "package meeting" being delivered to me by people who know me about as well as people who only know me via this web site.

since HR has its script to deliver they also have a catalogue of ways to interpret comments made by the person being given the speech. it was so moronic and condescending, but fortunately i got out of it with even more cash than i expected. so i'm just gonna shutup about it all.

first thing i did when i got home was to check the train and bus routes for all the places i've never been.

my mystery khachaturian piece turned out to be from a ballet called "gayaneh" - adapted for mandolin (i assume) and performed by one emanuil sheynkman, who i've heard also plays a mean balalaika.

musing about whether to disclose the vital information that sorabji has a bit of a "thing" for bluegrass ghee-tar.

What do you think, should I spill?

Nah.

hey, i just now noticed that mr. sorabji had given me the right answer. i missed it but managed to access the radio station's playlist online.

still - slap some bill monroe on the stereo and do a victory dance, sir.

My mom is in the hostpital,she might die,my white trash brother is pulling his shit,I wish she would have listened to me.

Gosh J. I was going to say something inane about Violet Crumble, but I find my mouth empty. Hope your mom makes it out of the hospital o.k.

Hmm, all I know of Khatchaturian is the above saber dance, and his violin concerto. I'ts on a B side of Oistrakh either doing Prokofiev 1 or Glazunov. I should dig that out sometime.

listening to it

humbled.


confused.


angry.


still slightly ill.


tired.


unable to discern what's important and what isnt.


this is a literary quote free post.

unable to figure out why I bother trying...

...trying to relate to any of you.

sometimes the term "nerd" comes to mind. then I have to laugh.

nerd. nerd. nerd. nerd.

your comfort in the romanticized ending of all things that have and will come is just as paper thin as your saturday nights alone, with desolation station radio.

im not shooting up the gallery, just kicking a table or two.

My wife always patronized me for my doings here. The few friends i speak to, about some of the conversations here, look confused when I remark "My friend online....". You can see them asking "who said that? some guy on the internet? wtf?". I might as well be speaking of a dream I had with an unidentified character, with barely decipherable words. I've also noticed, no one else i know has ever said to me "my friend online.." or "in a conversation i was having online...." No one I know has ever said that. Strange.

At times, I'd refer to any given person as "my friend online" but i've never been comfortable with that either. Just who the fuck are you and why do I even try and relate? We have nothing in common. Why do I act like Mark is someone I know, or is a friend of mine? HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK! The fucker has said two words to me, and that was to deny me a sorabji mail addy in a retarded attempt of mine to fit in. One of the first converstaions i recall coming here was about a friggin Sorabji tee shirt. NERD. Sorabji-fest? NERD. Why do I act like any of you are actually friends? That'd we'd hang out and you know...get drunk and share stories and actually respect each other? This place is the last bastion of respect. Those pictures of the kids in New Orleans couldnt have looked more awkward. I mean come on. You could see it in everyone's eyes, the exercise in futility must have been heavy. Everyone seemed to long for that familiar they left behind in their respective hometowns. How many were actually thinking of what they'd post online more than they were actually enjoying what was happening at the time? Rhetorical.

Some people trick themselves into thinking the dialog at times is some sort of "big kids debate". Such lies! No respect. I want blood when I debate, or at least wine dribble on my pants.

it seems when the forensic, shady masses that dig here get too comfortable, someone should remind them, "HEY! this is still meaningless. No matter what stock you put in the web, no matter what illusions you create for yourself, its still an empty and an emotional void. Its just a trick people."

Yeah, thats what Im doing.


Im also contemplating the world.

And drinking water.

watching this pig of a president of ours flush any and all foreign relations and policies of progress right down the fucking toilet.

yup.

drinking Earl Gray tea like it's going out of style. I wonder if you can buy/eat bergamot oranges.

"If you're half-evil, nothing soothes you more than to think the person you are opposed to is totally evil."
-norman mailer

Drinking a corona,
taking a break from
writing a management
summary for this
project we just
finished. I am sitting in
a beach house on
Fripp Island S.C.

And you're not.

Sadly, I leave for Ohio
tomorrow, good bye
beach! Goodbye blue
skies and warm
weather! Hello you
annoying fuckers at the
office!

And Patrick, cheer the
fuck up, my friend.

You really should have
been there, you know?
Then you would know.

listening the Dead kennedy's. god. its so damn relavent now.

i know all of you get tired of current political events but god dammned if there isnt so much to be outraged at.

its like the Reagan era all over again. Star Wars is just renamed. Trickle Down Economics is renamed Economic Stimulus.

Did anyone, who might have seen the superbowl, see that ridiculous ad about how drug money potentially funds terrorist? does that mean Bush supported terrorist when he did blow? What kind of propaganda is that?

How about that over-rated fuckhead Guliani ranting about how we were attacked for our beliefs? What? Do you even have a clue sir?

Its so damn clear, why is America asleep at the wheel? Why are the media not asking the right questions?

fuck.....its so heavy man!

When will people take to the streets?

Soon as we get off fucking BBSs and chatrooms i suppose.

nerd comes to mind.

I am geting tired of seeing political agenda shoved down my throat.I'm sorry you as Nate puts it Granola eaters,but it's the democrats that want to tax or take our money,and turn us on to Big Brother,and after 9/11/2001,they can do it.

Shit,you want big
brother, look no further
than the current
Republican
administration.

I agree with Patrick re:
the Dead Kennedys.
Too bad they're a
bunch of fucks right
now because we could
use 'em.

Kinky Sex Makes The
World Go Round.

sem that is exactly the song i was listening to when i posted.


J are you tanked again?

J, you rock my left wing nitterati world.

Droop sez:
"quite true, bitter one. but what do a bunch of computer geeks want with light and space?"

who sez i'm a computer geek? i need all the light and space i can get. but i take your meaning.

"did you get that quote from the same source i did - tropic of cancer?"

that I did, Droopster.
actually, it's "tropic of capricorn" and i botched it. great quote--wish i knew enough of Melville to figure which book it's in--sounds like a "Moby Dick" kind of phrase, but I've never been able to finish that one.
anyway, i'm now listening to Miles doing "Porgy & Bess" and just finished a stack of work, so I'm not nearly so bitter. i figure i was about due for a break.

peace to all

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Thinking about how small the distance is between being being on the ins and being on the outs. Being a cool person, socially, and being rejected as an utter weirdo. Sometimes infinitesimally small.

happy birthday mr.
marley.

How better a place it
would be, this world, if
Reagan had died in
1981 and Marley was
still alive.

Kids,you don't even want to know,my mom is all fucked uped.Thanks Nelly.

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I'm still in SC. I got a
change ticket order to
stay a couple extra
days.

So of course it starts to
rain and hasen't
stopped. I started
drinking yesterday at
noon.

We do have a birthday
party for my friend's
wife today, who's
coming down to have a
mini vacation. In the
rain.

Been spending time
reading, staring at the
surf, and playing
Unreal Tournament.

Someone cursed me.

going to have fried clams. Ipswich clams, with the bellies. At Bigelow's Clam Shack. Washed down with Sam Adams. There's no better clams this side of the Mississippi. Or however the fuck you spell it.

was disappointed that they had run out of the clams, so I had the fried sea scallops. Very good too.

so frickin glad it's the weekend. Tonight, mass quantities of Bud and will probably rent The Score. Tomorrow, sleep in, then study. Tomorrow night, dinner at friend's. Sunday, boat show at Nassau Coliseum. Looks to be a rather agreeable weekend. How about you?

bummed.

found out AGFA is discontinuing one of my all time favorite films.


im riding the bus on a different route today. this excites me. independence on the bus/subway is so god damn gratifying.

I like saying "no ride thanks, i'll take the bus", especially in this town, where cars are god.

i going to angry sams for dinner. he got roped in by some friends of ours who wanted to have a little party for the Olympic opening ceremony.

why? hell if i know. but its silverlake. a lot of people in this neighborhood like this kind of dreamy shit.

Looking at my payphone pix from Antartica.

My, but they're lovely.

damn i'm tired.

walked from borden avenue at hunters point to 70th street in woodside. wasn't even remotely planning on such an all-day trek. but the weather was fine. so much to see around here. what's awesome is when you get to 70th street and you're right in the path of the planes landing into laguardia. motherfuckofchrist those planes are huge. i'm going to have to set up a lawn chair this summer somewhere near 70th street in the path of those landing planes.

remodeling the bathroom.

we knocked part of my house apart with an axe.

speaking of "god damn gratifying"

heather is the shit. she knows all that stuff that most men claim to know but really don't.

navigating the city with mardi gras about to officially appear wondering how it really is in New Mexico . . .

whining on the internet about how my roomies grabbed the shower first this morning so i can't take one before i start off to save the world this morning.

but i'm above all that, so you'll be spared the details. i just WANT to TAKE a FUCKING SHOWER, and so i'll be clean while i go grocery shopping/cook breakfast at gracie's/work. i don't want to stink up anyplace.

well, i did take a shower yesterday, so maybe one day without a shower isn't so bad.

http://fortunecooki.diaryland.com

on another sanitation
note:

This morning, I Lysol'd
my cell phone. This is
due to the fact that Mjo
Nixon grabbed it from
me last night as I was
calling to taunt a friend
that I was at a Mojo
Nixon show, and Mojo
rubbed the cell phone
in his crotch.

I considered actually
scraping the phone
and culturing the
residue, in order to
develop either a potent
biological weapon or a
highly effective love
potion.

But I decided it was in
the national interest if I
didn't.

this morning i found that my cat had yorked up a couple of hairballs on the kitchen floor. in all the time i've had her, i've never seen her york up a hairball. but she must have. i wonder where they are.

got a new dishwasher on friday. i still haven't used it, but there are dishes, glasses, and utensils piled up everywhere. maybe this afternoon. it's the afternoon now. later this afternoon. maybe tonight i'll wash the dishes.

Listening to Yo La
Tengo, "and then
nothing turned itself
inside out" I believe is
the album title. Also
today I have listened to
Midnight Oil's Redneck
Wonderland, PIL's That
Which Is Not, Raggae
Gold 2000, Finley
Quaye's Maverick a
Strike, and Cry on
Cue's Wash of Light.

Just finished dinner.
Haven't heard from Jen
yet since I got back,
and it being this time of
year, I'm starting to get
paranoid.

So far today, I have
finished reading
Discover magazine,
balanced my
checkbook, and read
comics. I'm really liking
the marvel mangaverze
series, pretty good
spin on the whole
traditional heroes stuff.
I loved issue 2 of The
Dark Knight Returns.

It's one of those days.
It's cold and raining
outside, and the walls
are almost closing in,
but I don't think they will
tonight.
I should probably call
my parents soon.

God I'm bored,

Listening to a Candlebox CD and thinking of income tax time a few years ago.
It was like Dec 28th 1998 I believe and we were in NYC at my Mom in laws place in Manhattan. It was so freakin' cold. A visitor came and made it warmer. Now it's income tax time again and it's 2002 and I'm in Florida for the last 4 years. It's warm and beautiful all the time.
This is just where I want to be. No where else.
Sister got word that I was coming to NY to slap her ass in rehab so I said fuck it.
How does the old expression go?? You can lead a horse to water but you cant make it drink it right?

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Gung Hay Fat Choi!!

regretting never finishing what she sets out to do.

wishing Usher was my toyboy and loving the new Tadpole song

wishing Usher was my toyboy and loving the new Tadpole song

used to live in Woodside, 44th Avenue, one street north of and parallel to Queens Blvd. Haven't been back in a long time. Used to like it -- the ethnic mix was Korean and Irish, so you could get awesome bulgoki and kimchee for dinner and then hang and drink guiness at the local pub, and the 7 train was an easy ride into the city or to a Mets game.

That's funny you mention moving to FL Dani -- my ex-boss just HAD to move to FL 2 years ago, sold his house, moved his family down, and went down without even having a job offer. Now after 2 years, he's dying to come back. Grass always greener I guess.

Today's my first day on the patch. Not much of a substitute for that 1st smoke of the morning chased down with freshly brewed coffee -- the coffee seemed really "naked" without the smoke. I'm sure beer will seem the same tonight. Ah well, it was time -- I was hacking up some funky looking pieces of lung and shit. Plus cigs are now $5/pack and a new tax is on the way.

I love it here in FL Dougie. Best move we ever made. To bad it didnt work out for your boss.
Like I said, we've now been here for 4 years and we just adjusted perfectly.
Alot of people come here with the attitude that Florida is cheap to live so they wont have to work as hard. Not true. Real estate may be a little cheaper but you still have to work just as hard because the bills still have to be paid.
There is one thing I do miss about NY...well water. Mmmmm...cold, tasteless well water. And it was free too. Here we have city water which we pay for and it's kinda chloriney tasting so we just do the bottled water thing.
We get a bill each month for water, septic, street lights, and garbage collection and it averages around $100.
Water restrictions are tight and I'm a flower and plant junkie so if I dont water everything each night, they die. If I get caught watering with city water, I get fined. So, we hooked up a sprinkler system to the lake in the back yard and now everything gets watered and I dont get fined.
Dont think I'm allowed to that either but I dont see another choice.
Oh well.

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By the way, DAMN with the $5 for cigs...I'm still paying $2.87 total for my Newports.

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I'm afraid to ask but just what in the hell are you paying for reg. unleaded gas?????
97 cents per gallon for me.

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Nah, my boss has a good work ethic, he just realized FL wasn't the place for them. I'm glad he's coming back -- he's a good guy and I missed hanging with him. Re well water, I love it too, the more iron tasting, the better. Gas in Long Island's about $1.20, but I filled up in Jersey over the weekend for $1.05 -- it's always cheaper there.

hanging out.

in limbo at the moment with tasks here at work.

its a busy busy busy week.

I may have a photo shoot tonight but im hoping we dont as Im exhausted, and it would definitely go late.

Need to go get that sketch pad for Mrs Waffles, for her BD. Hoping amazon delivers the copy of "Perfomance" and my Chomsky book today.

Must buy alcohol en mass. Hoping to rope my buddy in with a Costco card for beer and hit Trader Joes for vino.

Process Steve's headshots by Thursday. Hang Tom's paintings, get the DJ set up, clean the studio, trick it out, on top of coming to this joint 8 hours a day.

wastin' time.

one hour 'til i leave for work. not that i particularly want to go, but after today's nine-hour shift, my next one'll be on saturday.

at work i'm gonna buy ingredients to make cookies. i was too lazy to make valentines for anyone this year so i'm going to make heart-shaped sugar cookies and frost them pink. it's better than contributing more fucking paper to the holiday.

"What this world needs is a good 2 dollar room and a good 2 dollar broom"

that's right, we've got connections.

weird day at work,
weird things, weird
people.

sometimes you take a
chance on people, they
end up being nuts, you
move on.

is really really wanting a cigarette. Yesterday wasn't so bad, today's bad. Plus I put the patch on my right butt cheek since it's fairly hairless, and it fucking itches. As the song goes, I'm cursing Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid git.

not paying anything for his cigarettes, but of course that could have something to do with the fact I don't smoke. heh.

Dani- that sucks camel turds that your dipshit brother ruined your efforts. Sounds like your have quite a family up in NY.

Trying to decide in my mind if I'd rather have sober drugfree family members who are bigoted racist dimwitted mother fuckers, or a pack of drunks and druggies.

Jeeez. What a choice.

I almost think I'd rather associate myself with a drug pusher. Unless that pusher is an aforementioned bigoted racist dimwitted mother fucker.

It confounds me that people are so full of hate still.

How did I get into this trainwreck of thought?

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If you're riding someone else's train of thought, you'd better keep both eyes on the track ahead and be prepared to jump when it derails.

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Never regretting never finishing things I set out to do.
On thing political: Those new anti-drug ads? It is to laugh. But I know they're serious. And the worst thing is a lot of high school kids are going to narc on a bud for having a joint 'cause they think s/he's an "Enemy of the State."
I think people here know who the real traitors here. Further, deponent sayeth not.

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thinking that I am
getting the brush.

Of course I am, it's
nearly valentine's day.

suddenly overwhelmed by a combination of "HI, HOT STUFF!" valentines day scam spam and mail intended for the fine people of www.bsorabji.com (since 1976)

Dreading the fact that my boss & the office manager plan to distribute Valentines to EVERY EMPLOYEE come Thursday.

Just like in 3rd grade/to be sure no one feels left out.

Wishing the 2 dizzy bitches wd pool the money they're going to spend on shitty candy & b.s. cards/go out & buy a bottle of 12-yr-old scotch/leave it at the receptionist's desk/& invite everyone to have a Valentine's Day shot at their leisure.

Becuz when people who mean nothing to you insist on giving you gifts/they shd be required to give you something *you* actually want.

Hoping Sem & Sorabji both get a surprise Valentine from some foxy secret admirer. :)

just finished reading a junot d�az short story. made me feel like an eviscerated, embalmed whiteboy.

in a good way.

It really is the truth,life is sexually transmitted(can you hear Mister Bill?).

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golden export house

I hit work
feelingphysically fine,
and bam! runny nose
and cough. What the
fuck. I should work
from home.

Sunday I went to my mothers house to get her 5 changes of clothes,I had to go to a fabric store and buy tags to iron and put her name on every single sock,underwear,blouse,pants,etc.While I was putting her name on the tags,I accidently wrote my name on one,that made me think if one of my kids would do that for me,and then I just started crying,snot crying,and I'm not one to cry .

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fighting myself.

*sigh*

i think im clinically depressed though i admit to not knowing exactly what that entails.

Something occured last night that made me quite sad. I had horrible dreams, again, though i recall no details. Just sensations of terrible terrible sadness.

I awoke in a fetal position, my head buried in my wife's chest late for work.

I've wanted nothing more than to just cry. For no obvious and substantial reason.

Im trying to put on my best face possible, for my girl...its her birthday, no need to bring her down.

I just want to go hide in MY bathroom with my meow meows who seem to love hanging out with me in the bathroom.

I was enjoying a moment in the bathroom here at work but the supreme boss came in to take an executive crap. I had to leave.

Police said the passengers, whose names were not released, admitted smoking crack cocaine and having sex in the cramped rest room.

thinking of stealing

Consuelo Bravo's

name

trying to figure out why I keep getting an authentication error every damn time I try to post

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plundering through a boat load of wisdom but he's keeping it all for himself. Yes, he's hoarding wisdom. He is a wisdom hoarder. Pretty soon there won't be any wisdom available because he'll have it all. You'd better hang on to what you have because, baby, he's coming after it.

http://AbsoluteRobeo.com?sorabji

oh yeah, trace

only authentic posts are now allowed

quit fuckin with people!!!

robeo.

sorry guys, i'm so lame.

anybody know how much a box spring runs for these days? i think my bed is going to collapse under me pretty soon.

Droop- keep your eyes
peeled for furniture
stores that are going
out of business - that's
how i scored brand
new a great couch and
a queen sized bed for
under $1500 total.

Fuck Valentine's
day.I'm getting
reviewed toady and I
won't be getting laid
today. fuck. I'm
listening to Godflesh.
That should tell you
about my mood.

Valley Happentines 2thousand and two

i don't think i'll be able to wait till a furniture store happens to go out of business. i am seriously close waking up one morning on the floor.

i had a friend back in 7th and 8th named steve jiminez who insisted i pronounce his last name JIM-in-ez. i wonder what ever happened to him.

"Fire Hose" ! awww, I don't feel very well liked at work.

exhausted and still on the run.

listening to something on NPR about excess sleep being potentially bad for you.

thanks guys....

getting ready to go see
one of my favorite local
bands play at my
favorite local bar -
One Riot, One Ranger
at Dick's den.

Wondering where Sem is seeing that band, about to go out to the Elbow Room in Marrero Louisiana to play cue ball.

is pondering whether or not to eat regukar cheese doodles or the initation cheese flavored puffed rice cake. They are both ever so close to being food products that it makes the choice exceedingly difficult. What to do? What to do?

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Oh such stars tonight.

Star light, Star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might, have a wish on you tonight.

Twinkle twinkle.

Such littleness down here.

They're laughing at my mediocrity.