watching a brit mobster flick and pondering the endless dialogue. someone kill someone already. feeling like my life is lived entirely in a motel room. Happy Everything to Everyone

Watching the Cosby show. Drinking a beer. Wishing I had a real job.

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Tired, hurting and unable to see.

I crashed on the Nickel Ambassador today.

Casualties include some skin, the forks, two spokes and a small change box.

The state of my right elbow is currently unknown, it is usable but I banged it on the table at work and it hurt like a mother. Possible chippling.

dear lapis

smashing yourself up is a lot like drinking too much or whatever, please take care of yourself

Death is just natures way of telling us to slow down.

making a doctors appointment tomorrow.

Everything seems so be fine except my elbow and that is a ton better today.

I made a new wallet. It's red, angular and closes with a safety pin.

"The crows are all calling to me,thought Caw".

Sitting in the middle of my living room floor,
lonely.

in the kitchen squeezing every last precious drop of lemon citrus sun light concentrated dishwashing detergent out of the months old plastic bottle.

informing Unidentifed Person that if you keep filling the dishwashing bottle with a little water, you'll have suds for what seems like forever. Same with shampoo.

C'est le weekend also!

fuck its hot here.

200 grams away from losing my first 10 kilos.

getting home at 9am in the morning. blowing my nose (the result smells like a puffed cheese snack). telling the ugly truth.

having a smoke and a Coke.

Browsing your site after having watched "The Bourne Identity" on video, which was borrowed from the public library. I happened upon it - your site - (again) quite by accident having begun a search for a particular Caller ID box that's apparently no longer mfg'd. Glad to see the site's grown, and I'll be making some submissions on payphones shortly!

eating a sliced cucumber and revelling in my singularity. earlier tonight I saw a woman destroy her boyfriend's cell phone because it rang while they were out and she didn't recognize the phone # on his caller ID. but the guy feels like it's his job to track this woman down. he sat at the bar for over an hour yelling that he didn't even know who called. he kept saying "10 seconds." 10 seconds was all it would have taken to answer the phone and find out what was happening. no 10 seconds for you. his phone was plastic splinters against the wall and she stomped out in righteous jealousy. jealousy is stupidity. no one even talked to the guy or helped him out because we were reeling from the phone smashing against the wall. too bad, this dumbass confronted this violence as some kind of challenge. he's all over it. he's gonna spend his 2004 groveling after damaged bullshit (that looked damn fine in a skirt. that's the real story here. she's pain and embarrassmenet every way except in the skirt).

starting to wish I was back in Mexico.

Self-debating on Nickel Ambassador retrieval methods.

Issue One: It is locked inside a store that is no longer open to the public. The phones are disconnected and the building has been scheduled to be torn down.

Issue Two: It would have to be carried or driven the mile back home. The fork is so bent that the wheel can turn no longer and it cannot be straightened enough to put on a bus rack.

I guess the best option would be to walk down there with my bike lock, attempt to enter the building and at least lock it up outside. If I can't get in I'll have to contact the store manager or personal relations person at a different location.

This wouldn't be such a hassle had I attempted my mission last tuesday when the wind was so bad.

I guess if I can't get in I'll go ahead and go downtown to find that book on communes.

Making Tappity-Tappity noises.

http://leadsalad.com

Proud of herself.

Retreival mission complete.

Repairs begun.

listening to Opening, it suits my state of mind, i just want to sit and perceive little subtle changes in the world and not initiate anything or do anything. have had this cold since before Christmas .

wearing glasses.

They're black, dark red and amber plastic; oval cattish frames. Light but not floppy. A lot of glare though.

Ooooooh, but they're comfortable away from the brightest lights of the store.

This years birthday present to herself.

wondering why my buddy list is talking.

i havent visited this site in awhile...how are all you people doin?
=)

sitting in a pub watching the pretty girls shoot pool. remembering how, 15 years ago, I told myself that I didn't mind if all my friends were getting married. because i'll still be here for them to hang out with and plan trips with when they get divorced in less than 10 years. cynical, but you know what that is exactly what is happening. all the guys I know who got are or soon will be divorced. one of them stands to lose everything to a ludicrous alimony arrangement (i thought alimony was a bad joke from the 70s). so my old friends are resurfacing, we're planning trips and nudie bar outings just like old times. I wonder if the next phase of my cynical predictions will come true and all my friends' ex-wives start hitting on me. or if i'm just a downtime friend. i've been a rebound boyfriend. or maybe you'd call it the in between boyfriend, just picked up to pass some time. am I just a safe house? no rent, free beer, bigass TV and stay as long as you want? I will never say I told you so, because I never told anyone anything.

new kitten named loki
tears up living room

boys are mad

miss my sorabji crew

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Trying to re-vamp my bio on my web design page. I STINK at writing bio pages about myself....

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http://www.shaunnelson.com

i might sit here and listen to songs until the sun comes up.

gonna go lie down on the couch.

quite possibly losing it


but not unhappy really

wondering where you find structure when you've rejected what you were given

can someone please stop the torture in my head.

had the day away from work today as thing aching is stress related.

grr

sniffing my pits. pleased to report: Mitchum really is so effective you could skip a day.

just back from lunch. Checking here for what is new,

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Wondering if Lapis is doing OK? Did you find a new job? It is snowing here in MN. It has been a long time snice I was here last and I did miss the place. Does anyone know what sorbji is or is it a word in another language?

Resting my leg up on a chair having fallen into someones yard while being attacked by two pitt bull terriers and coming away with a torn ligament.

Amusing in retrospect.

Thinking how Heather has managed to put into words the nagging sense of emptiness that's had me getting all existential my whole adult life.

wondering what Heather said about the nagging sense of emptiness and how she actually was able to put it into words.

joining in on the wondering about heather movement.


okay not really, i'm trying to reinstall all my sims games after the pandyr attacked my computer.

sitting in a hotel room in White River Jct, VT

Ass,gas,or grass...no one rides for free.

Happy Happy Bumrush.

http://www.sorabji.com/1998/january/30/bday.jpg

wishing MT a happy birthday

OK.

Today is the 32nd anniversary of the Bloody Sunday massacre.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_depth/northern_ireland/2000/bloody_sunday_inquiry/default.stm

Damn.

Anyway, go there and learn.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_depth/northern_ireland/2000/bloody_sunday_inquiry/default.stm

thinking that i should wish Mr. Thomas a happy birthday, in spite of having no ideas

at the 11th hour

happy birthday, Mark

Your search for nothing did not produce any results.

i caught the kitten pinging microsoft when i got out of the shower today.

he's an unholy terror.

it's been a shitty day/week year. father's chinese treasure girlfriend assures me that this year will be much better than last year. which is odd, since so far it just seems to be getting worse.

i am the king midas of shit.

I'm sitting here in my sweats
writing to you. What are you
doing ?

[email protected]

hapabirdaymahk.

and many more.

keeping warm, wishing
i was sleepy, i am not
sleepy. ugh.

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Hey Babe

[email protected]
A

Anybody want to fuck?

[email protected]
Somewhere

sorry

tired.

I've slept a grand total of eight hours since Saturday morning. I've been busy.

At home now, email had 287 new messages (also since Saturday) and I knitted a wristband of black acrylic with a red eyelash star.

mourning the death of uru live

never thought i would get sucked in to an online game ...

reminded me a bit of this place...

long live sorabji.com

http://www.uruobsession.com/?module=News

mavis? mavis! maaaaaaaaavvvvvviiiiiiisssssss?

happy late birthday mr thomas. need kiwicandy?

trying to see the pattern. or rather, one that makes sense.

Found photos are interesting, and often scary. This site confuses me.

[email protected]
http://www.devvyn.com

Wondering when french people swear do they say pardon my english?

just got into Thibodaux, LA. Damn is it swampy down here. And the trees with all that spanish moss hanging from them are creepy.

That J up here that posted about getting back from lunch wasn't me.

just now, as i was sitting on my porch in the dark, two teenage girls came around the corner at the top of the street, singing in low voices at the top of their lungs, in unison and walking in step to the song, a song I had never heard before. it must be a pop song; i heard the word "love" and there was a part where they kind of wavered on a note, but otherwise I couldn't catch the lyrics... they continued singing all the way to the other end of the street.

rooting for truffles?

catching myself waiting

sitting in a hipster pub. trying to sulk and frown like a good hipster but making myself laugh in the process. bad hipster... hipster wannabe sits alone in pub and cracks himself up.

Getting ready to go to bed.

Jury duty is early tomorrow and I must drive over the hill to get there. It is pouring down rain and everywhere the roads are filled with water. No lightning, which is sad because that is the coolest part of storms. Maybe there will be more.

I'm supposed to leave for Vermont on Thursday...will I?

thinking: you too, Platy?

I did the jury thing back in July.

It's been alternating between perfect sunshine and storms. Saturday it was clear until about four when the sky opened up and poured. Sunday it was all day dry but the kickball field was too muddy to bike on. Today I went back t work after a long minibike winter weekend and I got to work with puddles in my shoes.

I am on holiday. Going to hanmer tomorrow, which has hot pools. mm hot pools.

wow,...it's been a while.

leaning against a wall, lips pursed in anticipation of bitter coffee.

wearing a white belt.

too cool for haircuts.

back. burnt. rested.

Watching episode after episode of Space Ghost Coast to Coast.
.
.
Selling everything of value on ebay.
.
.
Wishing people would hurry up and pay me for my auctions. I'm tired of being surrounded by boxes.
.
.
Missing the concentration.

I saw this show called Mostly True Stories:Urban Ledgends Revealed.It showed these really wierd dried up remains of these tiny creatures called naree pon that grew out of these magic flowers from trees that were to protect Buddah.Anyway I can't find much about them online,but while I was looking for info about them I found a page with sorabji on it.mywebpages.comcast.net/Preesi/Thoughts.html Strange

i am stoned outta my mind dude....what the fuck is with the little man? you should have put a picture of someone being executed publically or something...haha, naw it's cool man. peace.

none.
www.noisecage.cjb.net

wishing for a snow day and only getting a delayed opening.

it's your birthday, dylan. happy day. happy 2nd year.

...sleepy eyed with a stuffed nose and damp hair.

Been fighting a cold all week, which started last Saturday and was so stuffed up I couldn't even breathe.

Sunday I was fine and Zoobombed in a suit (bifted it three turns before the fountain, a little dazed but not even a run in my nylons) but the rest of the week it was bad. Maybe I'm allergic to work or something.

My jaw aches. Maybe it's bedtime.

fighting a cold like lapis (feel better lady!), reading business abstracts about advertising and identity, and trying to take my vitamins without gagging.

This is fucked up, I searched "What are you doing?" on a whim,....just for the hell of it 'cause I heard it on the Tv in the background, and this site popped up. How 'bout that!

[email protected]

You too, Kazu.

Just got off work, it was dry today and biking was extremely enjoyable.

I'm wearing Oscar the Grouch socks and tomorrow is the weekly Risk tournament.

Sitting here waiting on my husband to get home so we can go grocery shopping. Listening to my parakeet chirp non stop.

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WHY IS "KENNY BOY" LAY WANDERING AROUND FREE AND MARTHA STEWART IS FOUND GUILTY.
HOW SOON "WE" FORGET ENRON

WHO SAYS YOU "CAN'T LIE TO THE GOVERNMENT?". . .

Steve is shrugging. I don't know what I'm doing.

ps...Steve is new.

Gee!!!

Gee come back. We miss you.

getting a bad case of gayface while watching Buffy and seeing Dawn try to talk to football player boys and trying out for cheerleading. ouch. I have to mute it. OUCH

h
g
i
getting h

sitting on a ((pillow))

threesome
threesome
threesome on saturday

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oh yeah Kazu, that ep was awful. Although, Anya, very funny at the end.

having to post here again.

is the moon just as interesting everywhere as it is here? for days now, it's been hanging low on the horizon, sparkly through the little branches, glowing incandescent like the the tinfoil from a pack of gum reflecting the living room lamp, like a big shiny sign advertising the ultimate fun

looking out the window.

Yeah, the moon's been big and yellow lately, kinda like a low-wattage midnight sun going out with a *pop*.

Apparently my housemates purchase kosher hydrogen peroxide.

debating on whether or not to pick his nose. Nobody is looking, it is the prime opportunity but will God judge him poorly if he does? Would it be a sin?

I guess it's too late to ponder the thought further. He's already gone for the gold.

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3 days till surgery.

enjoying my newest creation...and probably my best

http://www.wheresmyfuckingpackersmug.com/

high on caffeine.

Do you ever notice how, when you're high on caffeine, you behave as if almost drunken? You rush around speaking a mile a minute and dance in line to silence? Freestyle walking seems like a good idea and when you walk home from the grocery store you show the people on the street the amazing box of cereal you just bought.

Or maybe that's just me. I got out my brush pens again and drew today. Kitty and elephant-face (I drew an eye but my eyes always seem to turn out like hindu-style drawings of elephants) on a page, happy together with polka-dots.

1 day.

fuckit

i turned 50 on the 12th.

staring into the vacuum of my eyes. I mean, of my beer

attempting to finish something ahead of schedule.

some schedule.

any schedule.

not at the last minute.

but a day or two in advance.

Crying...
Writing this letter to a friend:

People think Im strong!
People think Im bold and can (or would) kick ppls asses!
People think I stand up to ANYONE!

Im the weakest person I know!

Someone told me they are afraid that one day I'll find a bad Master (BDSM) that will kill me
intentionally or by accident cause Im so submissive.

::::;whisper::::
"im scared of that too"

You tell me I shouldnt be on PalTalk so much or stuff.
Well in my loneliness, its keeping me from feeling totally ALONE and killing myself!

If something GOOD doesnt happen in my life soon I may just hand my son over to my mom and walk away from my life and become lost, or walk off a bridge.....

Im sick of lies, Im sick of being told Im "all that and a bag of chips" yet no one claims me for the great person ppl tell me I am!
I dont wanna be 70 years old and too creaky and arthritic when I find love!

I get offers all the time, but they are all vanilla guys!
If I accepted and went off with them Id be lying to them and myself and the relationship would be DOA!
I had vanilla relationships before, I will never be fullfilled that way and I dont think its fair to cheat on a vanilla hubby with a Master on the side, so I wait in profound deep loneliness.

Loneliness soooooo suffocating colors appear in black and white, and humor makes me cry.

My best friend Pamie told me that she was jealous of me, jealous that I was so intelligent and funny and honest....
I have had old male school mates tell me YEARS later that they liked me but were afraid to ask me out cause they thought I was too good for them and they never asked me!

If people like me so much WHY AM I ALWAYS ALONE!?
Why do I sit here all alone?
WHY WAS IT SO EASY FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO PACK UP AND LEAVE ME?

WHY DOESNT SOMEONE TAKE ME?

"Love or Death"
One is bound to happen soon......
Are people going to sit around and say, "You know I always wanted to ask her out but I thought she was to good for me" at my funeral?

understanding. I've been there.

Hoo boy.

You've left school already? Somehow I'm getting the 17 vibe.

visting, missing y'all a bit.

congrats on your house, lapis. i live in a house now. houses are nice.

also packing for a week of west virginia (spring break) and dreading my 20th when i get back... it's the first birthday when i've felt older than i was quite ready for.

Ophelia! I was just thinking about you the other day. Come back you cutie!

i ain't a beauty but hey i'm all right

stupid body.

One saggy boob said to another "If we don't get some support soon,people will think we're nuts".

burned my fingertip

hangin' at a Hampton Inn in Petersburg, VA. Last week, Milwaukee, next week, Hartford. If you're ever in Milwaukee, stay at the Hilton City Center downtown. Beautiful old hotel, and only 2 blocks from Bradley Arena, where the Bucks play. Also, they are not amused when you ask for a Budweiser there, even in jest. That's Miller country, baby.

fucking fucker pain

lying down on what I believe to be a heretofor unslept upon portion of this bed.

listening to jazz on 88.3 FM surfing this site and the Disgruntled Housewife site instead of sleeping

stumbling through bizarre oddities, sending the crap i find to all my friends, desperatly trying to avoid cleaning the house, and trying to enlighten myself.

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wishing everybody a happy 04/04/04 !

sitting in a pub on broadway. breathing the outlawed cigarette smoke.

contemplating my identity.

overhearing the "I'm getting bitter now" nyc girly smalltalk and waiting for the next song to start to drown out this last "WE DON'T DO MOVIES" girly overhear.

listening to Salif Keita sing "Begin the Beguine."

it's windy out, here in D.C.

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"uh, we bombed a mosque!?
that ain't right"

looking back at an old familiar place.
and listening to mark playing the piano.

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thinking spring is in the air at sorabji

fuck its cold

Trying to keep Little Debbie away from me,get thee behind me Satan!!Have you tried cakes and pies? Little Debbies,they'r a hit,they taste like shit.Little Debbies.

she's "setting up camp" to sit next to me. holy shit.

waiting for a man to come over my house who completely disarms me

[email protected]

flying through space

FAAAAALLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJAAAAAA!!!

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Hi, checking in. How is everyone? Hugggggggggsssss Mark!

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rockin' the lab report-- quick break:

do you guys all love spring so much as i do? I LOVE spring. it makes dealing with people so great, cause people are happy, and there's places to explore with things growing, and the sun is out. i've been inspired the past few days to abandon my work and go for walks or check poetry and novels out of the library and read them on my roof, huddled in a blanket because it's not quite warm enough yet to sit still outside. I am in love with spring.

Wishing Eri an awesome 30th Birthday!

I love you!

also wishing Eri a happy 30th!!!

Happy Birthday Eri : )

I respectfully submit my winning # and info from the below email. Mark, I hope submitting via this method is O.K.

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rooting for truffles

I'm trying to get my dad's service record so I can add him to the WW2 Memorial.God Bless Patrick Tillman,a true American hero,God Bless all our troops and get them the hell out of there.

Wondering where J's father was stationed in WWII. I had one grandfather in France and the other First in in the Philippines (Corregidor, not Bataan), then Japan as POW.

I have a soft spot in my heart for Veterans.

listening to The Thorns. Kind of a nice cross between Crowded House, America, and CS&N. And missing the wife -- she's in Paris for a month for work, lucky duck. And feeling like a bachelor again, but not sure how to do it anymore.

taking a short break from writing an annual report. Okay, so he is actually taking a long break. It's more like a really long break. Did I say really long? I meant really, really long. Let's be honest here. He's taking a really, really really long break. Don't tell his boss.

http://AbsoluteRobeo.com

telling Robeo's boss everything.


BWAHAHAHAA

TROGDOR STRIKES AGAIN!!!

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removing the previous, ill-formatted post. among other things.

remembering sentences from high school literary magazine short stories

sorry he fucked up his girlfriend's car

looking for something leatherlike to use to resole shoes for Appalachian Clogging dance class

[email protected]
http://www.shamethedevil.net

having another one of those I wish I wasn't drunk nights

trudging through finals.

blah right now but happy overall, I think.

wishing I could sleep.

ready for summer.

Once when I was walking home from school past a construction site, this guy who was hammering up some boards called me a paranoid little creep.


In Morse code.


(apologies to Emo)

Steve is gone. Gone, gone.

it was nice while it lasted, though.

bring on the next one!

Gee,Gee! J missed you.Your still standing!

[email protected]

Hi J! I miss you! Boys smell like bum, you know!

Birthy Hapday DIMI!

Me and my checkbook are waiting for Amee to pick me up and go to a lawyer.Jesus,it's too sick for me to contemplate this pure bullshit.I want those fuckers to go to jail for this and then hell!!!!

it's thunderstorming here. Son Volt is on the radio -- Tear Stained Eye. I really like that song. "St. Genevieve can hold back the water,
Saints don't bother with a tear-stained eye." I really like thunderstorms too.

Congratulating Mark on being the focus of a NYT article on pay phones. V. cool.

Not a fucking thing. Trying to empty my head in the internet. VERY big interview soon. Could be the last job I ever need. I cannot stop thinking about it. I still have some studying to do. I don�t want to do it because it will make me think about the interview. Maybe the broad, congested and visually noisy internet will help empty my noggin.

[email protected]

checking in. hi, everyone.

[email protected]

Hey, it's Margret.

Hi Margret!

Margret!


it must be "old home week"

closing the library.

for the Last Time.





until the next time.

Listening to Michael Feldman on NPR give credit to "Mark Thompson" for the payphone project. Oh well, no such thing as bad publicity, right?

http://www.geocities.com/m_katja

Noting that "Sea Monkey Appreciation Day" and my birthday occur simultaneously today.

the worst girlfriend in the world.

Freaking to the pouring
R a i i i n
. . it pours on the airconditioner that is off

Happy birthday, Sem!

one day late.

Happy B'day Sem? Whatdja get???

CHANGE!

There was a boy

a very strange enchanted boy

they say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea

A little shy and sad am I

but very wise was he


And then one day
one magic day he passed my way

And while we spoke of many things

fools and kings

this he said to me


The greatest thing
you'll ever learn
is just to love
and be loved in return

we are warping and woofing

...in a moment of rest.

My knee hurts and I have a headache but overall I'm pretty damn lucky.

cocaine is really bad for you...

I am trying to use this code I found on-line for creating a member's only area of a website, and everytime I test it out with my username and password, instead of checking the database for my username and password, it just opens the check page. how come it worked a couple of weeks ago when I said "Oh, yeah, I can do that!", and now that I'm commited it's just a piece of crap?

crap, crap, crap.

A guy sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog for Sale."
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Sure do." The dog replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The dog looks up and says, "Well, I discovered my gift of talking
pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running."

"The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting
any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near
suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible
dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals."

"Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants
for the dog.

The owner says, "Ten dollars."

The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him
so cheap?"

"Cause he's a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

I hate him.

hate, hate, hate.

bastard. motherfucking cockbite.

fucker. fucker.

he's supposed to be miserable. why the fuck isn't he miserable? how come he gets to be happy?

fucker fucking fuckfuck.

wha's up wit dat gee?

talking to myself about how many people I know who can fully express the substance of their emotions with chat room emoticons and abba songs

Watching Tampa kick ass.


Yeah.

I never know if I'm normal enough.

I want to just let myself feel however I feel - it's what I would tell Any of my friends! - but my head keeps telling me this is unreasonable. I'm only making it worse by over-thinking it all the time. I'm just tired of the whole thing.

"normal enough"?

wtf?

choose one:

1) what the hell is "normal enough"? of course you're normal enough, for dirt's sake! you are the salt of the earth! so, now what?

2) NO, YOU ARE NOT NORMAL ENOUGH! AND YOU NEVER WILL BE! LIKE YOU EVER WERE OR COULD BE! AS IF ANYONE EVER IS!
SO, NOW WHAT?

or choose something else.
may fans worship you now.
or at least keep you cool.

listening to Mark's subway ride, which sounds quite familiar. in a pleasant way.

reading mark's may 9th story re: identity theft and thinking "i've been fortunate enough to catch fraudulent charges before any operations at my expense have progressed to that point, but it has happened to me, too, on a smaller scale"

going to the ocean. happy weekend, all.

Gee, I never feel normal. But, I have friends who love me for my abnormal self... and what is normal anyway?

revisting places i haven't
been in a long time...

what is the cheerfulgate email lottey?

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Thanks, Jack. now please fuck off and/or die.



moonit, normal is being allowed to have friends without being made to feel guilty. normal is skipping school so you can hang out at the mall, not so that you can stay home and babysit your mother. normal is being ten years old and Not being told you're the reason someone wants to kill themselves. normal is being allowed to have teenage crushes. normal is being told you have Worth and Value, and you're Loved rather than Needed.

normal is a lot of things I have never been allowed to be up until a few years ago. when I talk about being normal, I'm not talking about the husband and the 2.5 kids and the white picket fence. all I want is to be able to trust the people around me and feel like they love me. That is normal.

you know?

Turning 24.

http://leadsalad.com

Happy birthday!

what did you wish for?

Cutting hair, packing for the trip

I feel so detatched from my life right now. I realized a few minutes ago that the things that used to hurt me no longer seem to bother me. but niether do the things that used to excite me make me at all happy. every day is just a day; another day to get through. I pass time until the weekend when I don't have to work and then get bored until monday when I'll at least have some purpose again.

there are changes, big and small, coming my way, but still I feel like there's nothing to look forward to. I feel like I'm the status quo.

everything is very mellow. numb. nothing. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I'm waiting for, and I don't know how to change anything.

I feel like I just am who I am and that's all I'll ever be, and somehow that feels like an End.

Toronto Trek is coming!

I just booked my room!

yay, I'm a huge nerd!

I just re-booked my room, correctly this time!

yay, I'm a huge idiot!

getting ready to go to Providence and about to tell a joke:

The company hires a new man. He was supposed to start work on a Monday, but instead of showing up, he calls his new boss. "I'm sick," he says. Boss excuses him. The man shows up Tuesday morning and works throughout the week, greatly impressing everyone with his diligence and ability.

The next Monday, he once again calls his boss. "I'm sick," he says. Boss reluctantly excuses him, but notices that this is the second Monday in a row. Once again, the man shows up Tuesday morning and works throughout the week, even faster and better than the previous week.

The following Monday, he calls his boss again. "I'm sick." Boss excuses him, but decides to call the man in to talk on Tuesday. Tuesday comes and as soon as the man shows up, the boss calls him into his office. "What gives?" asks the boss. "I can see you're a hard worker, but you've only been here three weeks and you've called in sick every Monday."

The man says, "Well, my sister is in a bad marriage and I go over to console her every Monday morning before work. One thing leads to another, and we end up having sex all day long."

"Your sister!" says the boss. "That's disgusting."

The man says, "Well, I told you I was sick.".

a temporary insomniac.

Been awake since 4:45 am Friday. It's 5:15 am Saturday now. My shift begins at 6:30 am.

It's Pedalpalooza here in P-Town, I've raced the sunrise home from the midnight mystery ride. I was all the way out on Kelly Butte, something like 115th and south of Division. Powellish.

9.5 miles from home. I've never ridden that far East before, ever.

At the top we made a fire from wood carried 6 or 7 miles and up a trail. Two riders brought guitars and played as we lollygagged at the bottom of a radio tower.

I had a long conversation with B, a tiny little man who has an aversion to yeast. His most spectacular crash ever was after jumping a ramp and landing facefirst in a vacant lot in Spokane. It was 1980 and the neighborhood had swept all the ash from the mountain into this vacant lot. He had to feel his way home.

It seems a bit ironic that George Bush Sr. now does a parachute jump for his 80th birthday celebration But
Part of a continuing series of parachute jumps held over a period of years to commemorate his medal-winning parachute-assisted escape from a plane he was piloting over the Pacific during World War II sadly the rest of the crew of the plane, doomed and helpless without their pilot, spun into the sea and perished after their pilot, Lt. George H. W. Bush, son of then Sen. Prescott Bush (R-CT), parachuted to safety.
He was picked up in the water, rescued and decorated for his "valor."

Telling DanielSSS sorry about the 15th,but son will be at a court hearing at 9.a.m. that day,and that's not even the worse thing that's going down in my life right now.

hoping things get better, J.

Just got home from my second class at the gym. I am so unco - and I have lost all fitness. Grr.

completely crossed to the other side. the sun is about to rise and i'm not tired yet. the sunrise used to make me panic and think i'd gone too far. now it's any other hour, just better lit.

after staying away for too goddam many years, my favourite band, my boys, my Spirit of the West, are doing two glorious dates in Toronto. how much happier could I be at this moment?

June 30 - Spider-Man 2
July 1 - Spirit of the West
July 2-4 - Toronto Trek


it's so nice to be excited about something.



also, next thursday: Evil Dead ! & @: The Musical! Yeah!!

realizing that triscuts are not as exciting as they used to be

Why did nobody warn me that there is a thunderbird movie coming soon. It's not the same without the strings.

I just discovered my stash of t-shirts. back when I was a corporate mucky-muck I would go to all these bogus trade shows and conferences. they'd give me t-shirts and harmonicas and baggies. tonight I found the t-shirts given away by promotions.com, ipix.com, greatdomains.com, and I don't know how many other dot nothings. these shirts fit me well. this will save me the 75 cents for each equivalent t-shirt at the salvation army.

Ryan might not think he's lucky,but he is and he has 6 months in tent city to think about it.The judge wanted to give him eight years after he saw that Ryan didn't do 1 of the 18 conditions of his probation.I'll never forget the look on his face when he realized he was going in the slammer.He called collect to wish his dad a Happy Fathers Day.Ryan will be a father in Nov.,it's so scarey.I feel so low.

:(

I wish I could help.

He's better off in jail,than runnung around tweaking and ripping off people (us),he could have easily paid all his fines with the 9 thousand dollars he stole from us last year,instead he bought laptops,guitars,video cameras,even bought his "friend" Matt a video camera.He has nothing to show for it now,it's all been hocked for bail money.At the rate he was going,I'm just glad he's alive.Maybe once the drugs are out of him,he can evaluate his situation and wake up,grow up and be a man for once.I'm more worried about the custody case that I instigated with A,we would have won too,if these false allegations weren't made,it's been almost 2 months,nobody has arrested her,cps came out once,but they never came back.I don't know what to think.I just think it's sickening,that somebody who finally ran out of money,who is losing their home and has kept this in the courts for 10 years can do this to someone and try to ruin their life,not to mention jonathon's even if it's proven the allegations are false and we do have major evidence,it's just a misdomeaner to make false allegations,our lawyer says we can sue,for what?Her ex and his mother have both lost their homes to forclosure,they don't have shit,or maybe that's all they have. It's a crying shame.

Eating some really crazy mix made up of the bottom of chip bags, pretzels, and some other crap.

still recovering.
2c-e is no joke.

staring into the vacuum of my eyes.

but then wigging out when the muscles in my eyelids spasm and twitch and rattle the innards of my sinus cavity.

yawning.

it's July

July

July

THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
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THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!

wide awake at 6 am. thinking of going outside and greeting the day after 20 hours awake. this is progress. for me. or maybe just a bit of go-to-sleep blathering?

THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
THE FAT MAN LIES!
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THE FAT MAN LIES!
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Dropping by & finding out that HIS MARKNESS MADE THE COVER OF THE NY TIMES!! Back in May, no less! Way to go, Mark!

Missing my Daddy, who died in April. Wondering when the grief is going to finally hit me. Worrying that I'm stuck in the Denial phase.

Packing to move away from this god-awful Florida heat back up north, to Charm City. Can't wait to sink my teeth into some Baltimore crabcakes!

Wishing Mark & everyone at the asylum a Happy Independence Day!

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Hey, it's RC. HI RC.

looking at a great webpage..grins.

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discovering the wonders of a potential career as a librarian...

ummm, duh, i'm lookin at your friggin website

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Looking for Debbie's Creme Pie

Thinking about George Bush and his impending defeat. I hope.

hanging out in Portsmouth, NH. Had dinner here in Kittery, ME: http://www.lobsterhouse.com/

There's nothing like a lobster dinner in Maine.

Reading the "what were you doing" posts from September 11, 2001. They are chilling. Brings back alot of memories. Bad bad memories.

ruining my life

At the public Library in Burien, WA waisting time waiting for traffic to die down....

ANNOUNCEMENT:

For those that play scrabble with me. I can't get into the scrabble boards. End transmission.

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I just found out that Jonthan Brandis died, like a year ago.

how sad. not real world sad, but little girl fantasy sad. I used to have such a crush on him.



on a related note, I would just like to officially declare that the message boards at IMDb completely suck. the people who post there are freaking morons, including the one girl who decides that Jonathan Brandis' death was so confusing because he was so good looking and so talented. because if he'd been ugly and unskilled, it would have been completely understandable!

I hate people. but I love "Ladybugs".

I can't believe I missed R.C. poking her head in.

Come on! more info!

I know I should know who Jonothan Brandis is, I can even pronounce his name, but it's off to imdB for a refresher.

I'm trying hard not to pick the scabs off my lip. I also have a ring of scab around my right nostril, also from the airbag. ick.

I just finished translating some of Mark's stories into Bulgarian. It felt liberating to juggle between the two languages. The exercise forced me to revisit some of my inadequate linguistic theories. Odd and pleasant.

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wondering if anybody knows how to stop that infernal clicking sound in IE you get when you click on a link? I want to keep my sound on my PC (Win2000) but can't for the life of me find the setting to turn off that clicking sound. Gracias in advance.

Dougie -

- Control Panel
- Sounds and Audio Devices
- Scroll down to Windows Explorer, then look for the "Start Navigation" item (Default is Start.wav or something similar)
- In the list of Sounds, switch it to (None)

typing away maddly as his boss stands in front of him. His boss looks as if he has something urgent to say but Robeo is pretending to work as he types this message. How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait? How long should I make him wait?

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thanking Asshole. Thanks, Asshole!

hangin' in Milwaukee again.

I fucking hate U-Haul!

What if there aren't any answers, that the elusive "higher meaning" that we so tremendously hunger for is just an empty by-product of our strange, overactive aggregation of behavioral adaptations that we term "consciousness", and that we're here and alive because we're alive, and that's all that there is to be, to do; just to survive, and after we expire, we won't have mattered one bit in the grand scheme of the universe? What, then, is the point in any of this?

Hating my new neighborhood.


I'm moving, again.

I have windows xp home,I see a red x instead of a picture sometime. Is there a easy way to fix this?

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sitting in the dark after putting his kid to bed. The kid was up way too late. Robeo is beginning to think that it's probably not a good idea to make a five-year-old work in a chicken debeaking sweat shop. The kid gets home way too late and it interferes with Robeo's gambling addiction.

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sitting on a chair at 5:30am on 34th street. chair is on a sidewalk and smells like piss and shit. it's between some garbage bags. if I sit here long enough i'll get thrown into the garbage truck with the rest of it. really I just came out to see the sun rise.

trying to remember what i am doing

after
9 days 2600 miles 3 cities and points in between

driving through 4 boroughs and making it out alive

near starvation, punctuated by delicious carbohydrate rich pig-out feasts (blintzes, fettucini, enchiladas, some kind of russian potato dumplings with crisp brown onions on top, and the endearing lobster ravioli...)

the contemplation? observations? insights?

uh....

i have to go get in the car and get some food, so my stomach will stop rumbling and i can sleep.

somebody stop me if i get near an interstate.

just in case, i'm going to pee first. i'm looking forward to it. it's my own toilet, i can sit down....

drinking mouthwash.

learning to walk.






































On stilts.

According to Sorabji time today is my birthday. It was my birthday yesterday to NZ time, but if I come here I can pretend its my birthday all over again.

Boys suck.

Happy Birthday, to you! again!


also, it's true: boys do indeed suck.

Happy Happy Moonit!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh!

Happy birthday, Moonit!



One day we'll rule the world and they'll see how awful they are.

painting in the air with a flashlight...

psychedelic drugs are fantastic, no?

headed back to T.O. ...it's about a 5 hour drive from Ottawa. No worries.

eating mac an cheese,then to work, send us some rain here in arkansas

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waiting for his client to arrive. He hopes that the client won't show up so that he can play around on the Internet all day. Dang. The client has arrived. Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men...

http://AbsoluteRobeo.com?sorabji081104

i've been blocked at work from the bbs. you know, protecting the kids 'n all. hope y'all are doing well.

Watching the police tell all my neighbors that we must evacuate or face a $2500 fine.

i am absolutely soused. so drunk that i cant even think of finding the drunken rammblings board. all on one margarita. at dinner. it wasn't even in the right kind of glass. it was a super category 4 margarita that caused devastation. walking home, i had to pee really bad. only made it inside the door, fortunately no one came in with me... gosh i really liked those sneakeers too. well, they're washable......
i know somebody is going to get excited about this, well i am really sorry for you....
i had to feel around to find the button to turn on the computer... everything is blurry...... haven't been this drunk since college. ... where else can i go... but to bed....

It's been snowing. But not enough that I can't go to work. DAMMIT.

they've been airing these nike commercials during the olympics. they say

the minute you tell yourself you can do it,

you can.


i sit here, rubbing my forehead, contemplating those years not so long ago, when i had so much energy and resolve and desire, and wondering where it all went.

i know i can do it. so why don't i?

sorry to have decided to be a better listener. now my life is filled with those who talk about nothing but themselves. in retrospect, my life has always been filled with those who think and talk about nothing but themselves. difference now is that i'm not forcing myself into the party any more. I used to think it was good to listen well, because a good listener gets invited back more often then a good talker. but now i'm getting sick of listening, or is it just hearing, and I don't care to get invited back.

God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,the good fortune to run into the ones that I do,and the eyesight to tell the difference.

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trying not to let this mostly useless appendage formerly known as my right arm create misery.


when people ask i tell them it's getting better every day. if i say it aloud, it helps. but i don't shake people's hands anymore. if they ask me if it hurts, i lie and say 'not that much'. i stopped taking the narcotics because it wasn't for fun and it was making me stupid and listless and crabby.

the pt says, if i'm diligent, there's a chance that someday i'll do yoga again. right now i'm just grateful to be able to wash my hair with both hands.

Oh, Sarah.

realizing i missed something significant here. hoping sarah hangs tough. knowing she does.

took nite off from work,hey it does the body good.....

Sometimes I feel like a tampon in that big vagina called life.

is on an Allman binge.

"Soulshine, it's better than sunshine,
it's better than moonshine,
damn sure better than rain."

well right now i am trying to figure out what the fuck this site is

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right now im getting my dick sucked by my hot girlfriend with big tits.....keep goin baby

Getting rid of the previous "what are you doing?" post.

hurting.

fucking pump class. redfine your body bull.

make your ass and thighs hurt.

it hurts to laugh.

Moonit, are you taking body pump? I thought I was going to die after my first week in that class.

playing pool by myself at Veronica's Bar on 36th Avenue.

Aggie, Yup I am, well actually I'm doing lots of different ones, including bodyjam aka white girls can't dance, body combat, and body balance.

at a very sparsely attended shea stadium mets/athletics double header i'm in section 12 row A seat 12.

dozing off at the computerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrformatc:\

http://AbsoluteRobeo.com?sorabji

at a pub getting my back patted by a slobbering drunk 25 year old woman who keeps calling me "buddy" but I keep ignoring her while typing this.

I'm lounging around listening to old Pavement records trying to get my blood up to go down the street to Seidenfaden's and drink some belgian ale.

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http://www.geocities.com/jeffreyscottholland

for the first time e�

for the first time ever, listening to some of the songs I downloaded from Napster 5 years ago

just got off work,smokin a cig,got coffee,waitin for daughter to get readt 4 school,then laundry and go pay my 46.00 water bill,sleep,take daughter to dentist,eat and back to work.........

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sitting on my ass, thinking about going to bed, wondering if I should clean the kitchen, and eating candy

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yay Chip & Kim!


boo Colin & Christie.

Trying to find J's e-mail address but I am having no luck. I used to have it. I found CZ's but not J's.

I sent CZ an e-mail and it came back to me so now I don't have either one of their address!

trying not to cough. coughing. blowing. coughing. breathing between coughs.

eatin ice cream,goin to town rain dance at 10:12 tonite

eating beans an cornbread fixin to go to work, ive got a hangover

on the roof of 250 e. houston. birthday party. I only know one person here, and she's the birthday girl. so she's busy. pot smoke is going to stick to my shirt it's so thick up here.

standing halfway over the triborough bridge between queens and the bi-borough. this is serious beauty. even with the hell gate, waiting for the sun to rise, hearing the thuds of the cars howling past. but... I need to hit the bathroom? where? I am headed out to roosevelt island for maximum loin relief. damn but I own this bridge right here right now.

so I made it to roosevelt island. i'm standing in a canyon of concrete and exhaust fans and parking lot. when was the sun scheduled to come up again? taxi!

sitting in my kitchen. on a bar stool. reflecting on how much more comfortable it is here compared to the Triborough Bridge. informing the 1 or 2 people who might read this that I was referring to Randalls Island, not Roosevelt. Nor Rhode. I'm drinking wine and water and listening to CDs in the kitchen. it's 4:53 in the morning and some of you bastards are just getting up to go to work.

G'night Benny

discovering XM 'radio'. (late) wow it's fun. can't tune away from Mozart...


Must tune away from Mozart to see what else is there...W. A. Mozart - String Quintet N. 3 in G Minor K516

Yay. Good music!

Cursing doctors.

trying to remember who i used to be. and wondering if harvesting an overstuffed address book in my email for a chain letter was really such a bad idea.
i want to remember everything.

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I am celebrating the Angels victory from last night, and enjoying being in fist place alone for the first time in almost four months.

listening to a song with my home computer device.

contemplating my missed opportunity... after the plumber finished installing the new faucent, as he was about to leave, he suggested we go out to the blues joint down the road. it had been so long since i'd had any overtures that i didn't see it coming. should i have not shrugged it away so quickly? after all he was gainfully employed, plumbers make good money, and though he wore a hairpiece (or something) his face was fairly youthful looking. He claimed to love reading, and to not have touched a drop of alcohol in 10 years, although still smoking pack and a half...

naaahhhh...

i should get out more

WE just got home from the Arkansas/Oklahoma Stats fair. It was no good.

laughing at the pile of dishes in the sink. washing dishes and cleaning this place are 2 of the things I do to make productive use of my time spent intoxicated. haven't been boozing much the last few days.

slam dancing to x

wondering what's keeping me from getting in touch with friends and slowly, completely, isolating me, for whatever reasons...i haven't seen most of my friends in months, much less spoken to them.

i shouldn't get this drunk.

but it's my bday weekend.

3 mexican martinis at 3 bars. just for the fuck of it.

i'm dating a new guy. now. his name is david. we're spending the whole day together tomorrow. the other dave... wow. what a fuckin freak out story that turned out to be. the new david, he's sexy and older and smart. but he needs convincing.

my dog is big now.

i am small now.

i registered over 100 people to vote in my county in the last 3 months.

i'm drunk and i really want the astros to beat the braves tomorrow.

i miss you all. so much.

Happy birthday, Sarah! I miss you.

writing a letter to spider

and wishing sarah a very happy
birthday

thinking.

happy birthday sarah.

they're pulling the plug at three o'clock. one hour before she's gone.

Listening to some spitting-emotional Red Sox fans yelling about how the Yankees had an 8 run lead but came close to losing. So someone asks "Who won?" and they all quiet down and mumble "Yankees."

Cursing ob/gyns.

And wishing that Moonit would email me her address, which I lost, so that I can send her candy.

(I really want to send some of my ice cream, but I don't think it would keep.)

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wondering how anybody can vote for someone who's too stupid to wipe the dried spit from the right corner of his crooked-assed mouth during a debate.

Platy, check your mail :)

Nothing...

Finishing my lunch...

Checking back with Sorabji because it's been such a long long time...

I need to get back to work.

Nothing...

Finishing my lunch...

Checking back with Sorabji because it's been such a long long time...

I need to get back to work.

Torture chamber? Gimme some gore, not the Al Gore you American CUNT.

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fucking scroungy-assed Red Sox. Go Yanks.

don't get too excited motherfuckers. You're goin' down in NY.

GO SOX!!!!!!!!!!

wondering what's the deal with Millar and Mueller being pronounced Miller? Either change the spelling of your names, or live with the real pronunication you dumbfucks.

Also, digging Wilco a lot. A real lot.

Also, missing home. I travel way too fucking much.

GO SOX!!!!!

GO KERRY!!!

wicked happy.

GO 'STROS

GO CARDS!

acid flashbacks, souixse, and cheap liquor

For the first time ever, appreciating Rod Stewart's "Hot Legs."

WELL YOU CAN LOVE ME TONIGHT IF YOU WANT

YOU GOT LEGS RIGHT UP TO YOUR NECK

It is rock and roll paradise here in my kitchen tonight.

I LOVE YA HONEEEEY!!!

And I'm playing games with the veins in my right foot.

I had 3 people stick cameras in my face tonight and ask for some respect. I said "i don't do this" and there was serious selfish bullshit happiness all around. I am so fucking tired. it is luau night at Veronica's....

Is the wayd the only safe place left?

the safe places become fewer and fewer.

I quite like it under the table.

Some of the most successful people in the world are fast asleep.

trying to get the that was then and this is now sorted out....

an impossibility, i guess.
boy can i hang on to then.
boy can i totally miss now.
and yet...

nay-than

what a nice name to say.

I caught you knocking at my cellar door,I love you baby can I have some more,ohh,ohh,the damage done.

i have to remind the water to be wet, because water is nice.

waiting for the bewitching hour. The bewitching hour is 5:00 PM. That's when he can drag his kid around the neighborhood for tricks or treats. Afterwards, he can raid the boy's candy bag. He is looking forward to a large bounty this year.

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watching m*a*s*h on channel 5 overnight. on my 14 year old Magnavox 25" �

watching m*a*s*h on channel 5 overnight. on my 14 year old Magnavox 25" TV. planning to get a new 14" bedside TV/DVD.

rooting for truffles

root = fuck in new zealand and australia.

Fucking for truffles. hee.

rooting for truffles

sitting in Rockefeller Plaza, which is temporarily called Democracy Plaza. TV cameras are hovering above, like this is an NFL game. I guess the newses are hoping this lasts past tonight. strangers are asking each other "who's winning?" I'm winning, is what I say.

please mark, please! open these boards back up to me. i am trapped behind firewalls, lost in a wireless accdss point, dying a little more each day when i can't post.

i'm getting married. in may, in texas. he popped the question while we were sitting on a curb in the Crockett High School parking lot, after he let me practice riding on his motorcycle.

he said he was blown away by how fun it was for him simply to watch me ride, and the bliss pour out from my every cell. he enjoyed listening to the sound of his own notorcycle from afar.

there was something about the air that night. a certain color to the sky.

i'm having more surgery. before thanksgiving.

we're going to hawaii in decenmber

i've passed the motorcycle safety course.

i bought a triumph.

i spent the last month of my life volunteering for political non partisan groups. today i drove people to polling places.

i want to talk to you all and i can't. i'm stuck here.

i like it i'm not gonna crack

ohmygod


who is he?

Sarah -email me with anything you want to post and I'll start a thread for you if you want.

details are required.

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congrats Sarah!!! That's so cool, tell us more...

just dropping by to say that sarah rules and i am extremely happy to hear the news. i've been wondering how things were with ms. bruner. major unironic affection and congratulations to she and he.

jack,

the gig is up, love. i know who you are now.

well who the fuck is he, Sarah? Give us some truffles, goddammit.

uh-oh.

smirking. waiting to find out who i am now.

just take a guess?
Give up? Well....my dick in one hand, the other on my balls, jerkin off in my undies

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I hate it how, in movies, dead people are always breathing.

30 floors above Times Square / 42nd street. I see a McDonald's and some underwear billboards.

I've been up for 30 hours straight,sober,and I just helped deliver my very first granddaughter. She is beautiful with a capital B. Welcome to this world Kaylie Mae C.Seven pounds even, 19 1/2 inches.

happy for J. You must be so
excited. Love to you and
yours, especially the wee
one.

yay! babies! I want one!

i used to be certain i would end as a suicide. now i feel that i will descend into a more gentle madness.

re-reading
Very interesting site just received .
> pf



>http://www.sorryeverybody.com/gallery/153/

http://www.apologiesaccepted.com/

Gunther

I am currentlly watching comedy central..(south park) and looking for porn.

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I am sitting here thinking about going to sleep and never waking up again. Do you think that's possible?

none
http://dear-atwood.blogspot.com

Thinking about the Ivorian ambassador. Hoping Yushchenko wins the Ukranian elections. Getting distracted. Waiting for Mr. Mark Thomas to write something new. Seeing how close I can come to touching my eye with my finger before blinking.

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thinking about eating one of my limbs.

otherwise, trapped.

go niners.

Getting my picture taken tomorrow.

Picture will be seen by 24,000,000 people.

I'll tuck in my shirt.

Hey V!

What are you doing?

whee ruining life

Sitting in this chair trying to think of something interesting I could tell you that I'm doing.

None
http://dear-atwood.blogspot.com

listening to an erhu and violin double concerto; looking for an erhu online that I might like to buy; wondering if I should reconsider buying an erhu. would I really practice it or would it be like so many other instruments I've learned and then discarded?

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noticing that people who think they know everything chew with their mouth opened.

mouths open. god it took me ages to figure out what was wrong with that sentence. I'm losing it.

sitting here waiting for something to happen. I do not know what.

I am wondering why people do not listen.

i duno

transmogrifying.

Listening to Ron and Fez.

sending greetings

Getting ready to leave work and see the Christmas Parade.

sitting around wasting time and my life

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Hoping that typing this will lead people to click on the link to my blog.

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wondering who else does NOT have a blog.

fondling my boobs.

(boobies)

holy shit the music in here is really fucking loud

tomorrow, I stop the world from turning.

wondering if WAYD has ever gone so long without being archived?

This is the best video game I've ever played!

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questioning my philosophy...

meeting this truly amazing, drop-dead goregous woman could not have been just blind chance.

Chance is the fool's name for fate!



I am at home (also currently known as Christmas Town).

Exploring new dimensions.

...and wondering exactly what kind of secret hazing ritual one has to endure to get "authorization" to post on the BBS. Are you all Freemasons or something?

pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead. Yes, we're all Freemasons Phil. We sacrifice goats every Thursday night at the Scottish Rite Temple in Scraton, PA. Care to join us?

Not only no, but hell no.

Authorization to past? You got to bend over and take it like a man!!

your loss, Phil. We make a mean roti with it after the sacrifice, and feed it to each other bride/groom wedding cake style. The newbie gets to wear the head.

mmm, roti.

chupacabra?

mmm, chupacabra.

jittering.

Jitterblogging.

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continuing to not have a blog.

Hey, it's me!!!

Where's V???

Q: How do you make God laugh?

A: Make a plan.

Wondering why I keep getting this fucking message whenever I try to post to the BBS:

"Authentication Error

Your username/password combination was invalid, or you do not have permission to post to this topic. You may revise your username and password using the form at the bottom of this page."

wondering which boards Phil is
posting on...as I have never had
that happen.

wierd.

whatever..

spermburpingsonofaditchpig.

pondering whether or not to go to bed. He's very tired but he doesn't want to go to bed. Finally, after much debate, he decides to lay down but only for a minute. The rest is history. Or is only that he is dreaming of history? Could he be having historic dreams? Heck, I don't know but if he's going to sleep, so am I.

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no one else on earth knows how happy we are right now

Hey Mark,you rock!!!!Love and kisses and Holiday hearts,that's the way the Holidays start,this pc shit sucks.love,J

I am wearing a santa hat. on top of that I am wearing a mad hatter hat. what the fucking hell

trying to work out how many years I've spent being annoyed by the number of people who write in the third person in WAYD and smiling at the thought that it might be the third year of third person rage. But it's more like the fifth. I wonder what it would sound like to write in the fifth person. Maybe that would be to write as if you were the friend of a friend - which is always how you start talking about an urban myth. Therefore to write in the fifth person is to describe someone waking up in an ice bath without their kidneys. But that wouldn't annoy me as much as someone writing as if they're someone else.

Wishing you were awake to play with or to be played with.

I may spam WAYD cause I have never done that before and it seems like fun in this minute.

I'm tired, I've shopped too much, I've had about four hours sleep (mostly due to the pandyr waking me up at random moments within his drunkenness).

Wishing everyone at the Sorabji Asylum -- & esp. His Markness -- HAPPY HOLIDAYS!


xoxo,

- RC

the sun comes up


.

blindswine (4:27:26 AM): it's fucking weird to see records of your own ego from years ago.

blindswine (4:25:56 AM): life really should be much more simple.

blindswine (4:24:33 AM): hegh. i regret not being more compassionate.

blindswine (4:24:42 AM): FUCKNUGGET!

blindswine (4:24:46 AM): you know what that is?
blindswine (4:24:54 AM): a NUGGET of FUCK!

(4:23:50 AM):you seem a lot more peaceful now compared to then

blindswine (4:44:20 AM): what the fuck? is this some kind of cheap chinese porn show? you want me to put 25 cents into the fucking slot?

blindswine (4:28:43 AM): it's always hard to tell.

blindswine (4:35:21 AM): reading all that old shit in mangle makes me understand myself in a strange sort of way.

blindswine (4:33:58 AM): i've had a siege mentality all my life.

blindswine (4:55:26 AM): rednecks easily corrupt a man's serenity.

blindswine (4:38:59 AM): everywhere i go, i'll knock motherfuckers out with my brutal compassion./

blindswine (4:40:02 AM): like jesus in a satellite, beaming down brutal compassion from the sky-- like a bright ray of recycled hope. BEAMING!

(4:38:57 AM): so you're a republican

blindswine (4:41:58 AM): merry christmas, motherfucker.

I am tired of talking to 19 and 20 year olds who are "sick of hearing about" september 11th, "so over it" where the indonesia tsunamis are concerned, and then "running for president" on a platform of pot and ignorance.

bienchevrolet

on its way!

mk thought you would be interested in this story: "NPR : Slate's Explainer:

Blinding Pilots with Laser Beams"

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4229464

The story on NPR
Analysis Slate's Explainer: Blinding Pilots with Laser Beams


Day to Day, December 15, 2004 � The Department of Homeland Security and the FBI have warned airport officials that terrorists may try to use laser beams to blind pilots coming in for landing at airport. Slate senior editor Andy Bowers reports on whether using laser beams this way could really bring down a plane.

Happy New Year Asia!

If there's anyone left alive.

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