wishing everyone in sorabji land a very happy new year.


being the designated driver last night ended up being really cool. i especially enjoyed it during the drive home at 3:30 a.m. seeing not less than 4 cars pulled over by the cops, lights flashing, actually seeing the drivers attempting to perform various sobriety tests. it was a relief knowing i wasn't going to have to do that, or go to jail, or kill someone or get killed. i'm going to be the dd a lot from now on.


in 2006 i resolve to figure out how to post to the bbs again. i have some words that need to be added to the "words you don't want to hear in your eulogy" thread.


hey t-bone, can you send me andrea's email again? thanks.

btw, this spring will be my 10 year anniversary here. a decade of you in my life. i'm still here. love and peace to you all.

WISHING HIS MARKNESS & ALL MY FAVORITE SORABJIANS A HAPPY & HEALTHY 2006!!

Am drinking beer in the
Hague before going
back to Amsterdam.
Hard life.

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drinking a Sam Adams Holiday Porter, and is damn glad it's Friday. Happy New Year to all --make it a good one!

listening to the smooth sounds of the recently dead lou rawls.

choking on the foil from a bottle of Negro Modelo

boogying to Curtis Mayfield
"Superfly" and being full of super
good italian food.

trying to get over!

Freddie's MUTHAFUCKING DEAD.



That's what I said.

more stoned than the most brazen heretic

Children are our future,unless we can stop them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hearing about Jesse Jackson's visit to the Dust Bowl of New Orleans

hoping that his illustriousness is having a good birthday.

happy that freedom is on the march, marching merrily along that bumpy road to freedom, freeing everyone in its all-encompassing path, and that the answer to our future energy needs can be found in switchgrass. I know this to be true because my president tells me so.

shivering and moaning in the pines. meanwhile my inner jukebox is playing "PIne Island Bayou" over and over

http://www.thegourds.com/bayou.html

digging the new Tears for Fears album, drinking a nice cup of Earl Grey, and awaiting the oncoming blizzard.

"What's that, Harry, you don't support the war in Iraq?"

KA-BLAMM0

Eating a baby.

Wondering about the Zulu warriors that are finally going to be guest of the Zulu parade Tuesday, Feb. 28th '06

hangin' out, watching P. Allen Smith's Garden Home, and wondering about celebs who insist on using an abbreviation of their first or middle names, or who use all 3 names. Do P. Allen's friend call him "P. Allen," or "Allen," or "P?" Do people call Michael J. Fox "Michael J" or just "Michael". How about Sarica Jessica Parker? Do her friend call her "Sarah Jessica" or "Sarah" or "Jessica"? Not to mention S. Epatha Merkson. And if he had just called himself Michael Fox, would he have ever become as famous? Just curious.

loving that Friday at 5:00 feeling.

digging infinity at 3 ay-em, no matter what my post time sayeth.

friggin addicted to partypoker.net.

"I've got a few minutes to kill, let me play a few hands."

Next thing I know, it's 2 hours later.

wanting a new story from Mark, if you please.

all the ones he's given already aren't enough?

http://sorabji.com/read/2005/february/long_long_walks_to_the_food_bazaar.html

David Gray's Slow Motion is fucking awesome.

I am in a high school class
where we are researching
future college/career
options. Specifically, I am
looking at colleges in
Washington (not DC) which
can offer me a Graphic
Design degree. This
computer is an Apple G4,
one in a lab of around 40.
It is 11:57 AM on 3/23/06.

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My Deviantart Account

wishing nate and dave a happy birthday

Its only March and its cold here. Almost cold enough to light our fire.

The pandyr believes the ski season will be awesome this year, and has organised his season pass, boots, bindings and even a snowboard for this season (even though last year it was all bout his snow blades).

I'm going to be a ski widow.

"secretive, reclusive, messy, disorganized, introverted, unassertive, rarely worries, dislikes large parties, does not like to fit in, does not need to control others, solitary, ambivalent about chaos, tough, leisurely, does not respect authority, not aggressive, observer, abstract, impractical, dislikes leadership, daydreamer, bizarre, does not make friends easily, not a perfectionist, suspicious, rarely irritated, strong physical instincts, unsympathetic at times, risk taker, submissive, weird, sarcastic, strange."

according to a personality test i just took.

There's a passion in being alone.
A grace in the loveless time.
There's no new cross, there is no new sign.
Only the sun and the changing tide.

I'm just placed here.
Perhaps wondering where emotions come from and why. Because they are so unexplainable.
No, I did that last night. Now I'm just content.

just sitting here staring at the screen, playing free cell, trying to calm down enough to go to bed. my car window was busted out in the church parking lot while we were singing Victoria's O Magnum Mysterium they tried to pry the cd player out but didn't succeed, they rifled through the glove compartment but didn't appear to take anything thank god the passport was still in there but I am worrying about the birth certificate, if I moved it out of there where is it now glass everywhere they helped me brush it out of the window and scrape it out of the seat the other woman whose car got the same treatment was very energetic and cool she persuaded me not to hang around for the police she wanted to get out of there i am so tired i am alone god i look awful in that passport photo

listening to a radio show about
speed reading, trying to finish a
research paper for uni, reading
and sending emails about sorabji
website, eating marmalade on rye
bread toast, trying and failing not
to think about the bullies at work

I'm working for my new packaging
and labelling project... it's calling
Cotton Warehouse... and it's
inspired to the vintage cotton
bales and from the indigo dyed
yarns that comig from the raw
cottons bales... Now, on my Nano's
it's running the last album of
Donald Fagen "Morph the Cat"
that's full of inspiration for me...

www.cristianoberto.com

adding Morph the Cat to my Amazon wishlist per Cristiano's previous post -- I've heard some of it on WFUV. Gotta love Donald Fagen.

i haven't heard any of "morph the cat", yet.

i remember buying donald fagen's "nightfly" when i was in high school. nobody else liked it, but i loved it. it was even the reason i started smoking unfiltered chesterfield kings.

my mother's birthday was back in february. as a sort of joke, i got her a copy of william shatner's cd "has been" (the one with "common people" and the duet with henry rollins on it). it turns out that she loves the cd and has been playing it for all her 60+ year old friends. apparently, they're becoming shatner groupies.

meet your fan base, shatner.

Waiting for a fucking job. Hating looking for work.

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having fun listening to WNYC "Overnight Music" now that they have a breathless classical music illiterate named Melissa Fogarty is announcing the thing. hilarious.

leaving the church and coming back to God

I am back here for the first time in about 6 years. My old posts are still here, so I am feeling nostalgic. Howdy, all.

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Hey,it's 4/20!!!! Celebrate!!!!

Thinking fond thoughts for wisper.

looking at myself in the mirror and, particle by particle, disappearing.

Hey Unidentified Person,don't worry about it.It's Captain Kirk bringing you home

hey look -- J and Czarina are back! How cool is that?

wasting my life!

wasting my life

what else? Drinking a Heineken, waiting for the wife to get home.

I am totally enthralled in sorabji.com at the moment.

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Chef Jimmies Wing Sauces and Meat Rubs

listening to Mets fans twist and burn in the wind of increasingly extravagent excuses.

Moving files on the computer. Going to the New Orleans museum of art.

hurting. a lot.
dave in denver, i don't even know you...but fuck you.
and i can't hate you.
i love you, laura.

wondering. gosh that last post was cryptic. guess if i knew, i would know.

I'm trying so goddamn hard not to be a bitch.

"As for whose duty it is, Catholic or otherwise, to [xxxxxxxxx], etiquette dictates that obligation falls to the [ooooo of wwewee], in this case [NAME]. Not to me. It was my Catholic, filial, moral, and human duty to [huge big deal which I carried out with joy]. I'm afraid this miserable excuse for an event does not qualify. I'm also afraid that you have tipped your hand and showed yourself to be malicious and vicious (hey, that rhymes!), and as such, you are not a person with which I want to communicate. Ever again. Go fuck yourself.

Cordially,

"

I am a diplomatic genius.

Eloquent and subtle. Magnanimous and discreet.

Ah!

empty and sad.

why do i have to fall for someone who's troubled and manic?

I AM EVERYWHERE

once again,

digging infinity!

Remembering a 12 year old's birthday party I saw this morning. It was at a Waffle House. Pancakes, waffles, and chocolate cake, everyone sitting at the counter, the birthday boy's mom behind the counter.

Waiting for dark.

in a video game room yelling EAT MY DICK at an arnold schwarz... piball game and also notin that Galaga was probably never meant to be a drinking game

Listening to Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which I've been doing whenever possible for the last 2 weeks... I'm watching out for myself to start saying "not best pleased" or pronouncing the word "shone" as "shon"... wondering whether I have fallen under an enchantment and whether there's any end to it in sight. On disc 17...

to the next traveler who stays in room 306 of the Comfort Inn an North Atlantic Avenue in Daytona Beach, FL: i taped a $1 bill to the inside of the top drawer in the bureau. the bureau with the TV on top of it. open the top drawer and feel around in between the 2 wood slats. the $1 bill has the URL for this web site written on the back. don't spend it all in one place.

having an "interesting" time with the woman he's crazy in love with...it's turned his normal insanity "up to eleven", as the kids might call it...

anloe_xshpaakmk_innoe_ns@pyaamh_onoo_.scpoamm

having an "interesting" time with the woman he's crazy in love with...it's turned his normal insanity "up to eleven", as the kids might call it...

anloe_xshpaakmk_innoe_ns@pyaamh_onoo_.scpoamm

Visiting an old friend. How'r you doin' sorabji.com?

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virtually bear hugging ol' Jim. I'm... doing...

wow, I haven't played on this website as much as I did today for a long time. Had a great time. Thanks for having me.

hangin' in Newark, DE. Didn't know they had casinos in Delaware. Now I do.

thinking that there aren't enough Deadliest Catch episodes -- we need even more! ARE YOU LISTENING, DISCOVERY CHANNEL? I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT ANYMORE UNLESS I WATCH 3 STRAIGHT HOURS OF MEN PULLING CRAB OVER THE SIDES AND DUMPING THEM INTO HOLDING TANKS. IF YOU CAN, PLEASE ARRANGE TO FILM A SHIP GETTING PITCHPOLED BY A 100 FOOT WAVE. THAT'D BE NICE. THANK YOU.

reading Pravda about "da bomb"

http://funreports.com/fun/15-06-2006/1384-gay_bomb-0
http://funreports.com/fun/15-06-2006/1384-gay_bomb-0

looking at pictures from a site found by typing ghost town into g _ _ g _ e.
motor bike ride through chernobyl

http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/chapter27.html
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/chapter27.html

i am now finished skipping my 20 year high school reunion

worrying about Dougie and his crab problem.........

RIP PetRock

RIP PetRock

mourning my friend Pete. AKA Petrock.

one of my bestest and dearest friends. it's a rare thing to render me speechless, but his death has done so.

Here's my favorite sorabji thread from ages ago:

http://www.sorabji.com/m/messages/702/1271.html

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trying to get my son to go to bed. He wants to play a game, no, he wants to show me a game but I keep telling him that it's bedtime and I need to go to bed because I have to work tomorrow. Now he's watching me write and said, "I read what you said." Ha! I didn't say it! I wrote it! He thinks he's sooooo smart! Okay, so he is.

Absolute Robeo

asserting that Robeo sucks. not like it's not common knowledge.

here's Jim's favorite sorabji thread from when: http://www.sorabji.com/m/messages/702/1271.html


RIP PetRock

well, feeling the loss of Petrock even though I only played scrabble with him a couple of times...

and trying to remember the sign I saw on the street behind my hotel.
Oriental Spa. Bang Kok. Sauna. Whirlpool. BODY RUB. I took a mental snapshot (always better than what a camera can get) of two happy go lucky drunk white college age guys dancing in front of that doorway (which had an OPEN sign) and eventually trying to go in. Fortunately for them, probably, it wasn't open. Then they got mixed up in fresh waves of streetgoers including some young girls...
On corner of Iberville and Dorsiere St.

killing time in the seventies...

wasted, but still trying to find my way home.

good fucking luck to you shit-sucking bastards. one of these days your juice is gonna be shut off...

live well.

all power to the ancients!

much love.

horsefucking your mother.

in the cunt.

so piss off.

wondering why Jesus would want to fornicate like a horse with my mother. She's been dead now for 30 years. Oh well. To each his own.

AbsoluteRobeo

horsefucking el roboto in the cornmuffin.

with pleasure butter.

and cream cheese accoutrements.

and radish roses.

ahh, radish roses.

noting that it's more like this

Robeo is:

a spamming dipshit attention-craving dullard trying to siphon hits from a creative site that actually attracts web traffic and thereby justify his delusions

horsefucking jack.

in his knowledgebrain.

because it is so smooth and delicious.

horsefucking jesus holmes.

goddamnit children.

horsefucking Barbara Walters in the ass with a giant strap-on at this very moment on live TV!

horsefucking V with the business end of a 34" un-lubed Louisville Slugger, live on TV! Then she's scripted to pull out and clock him in the teeth with it, live on TV!

jack is pretty kind of alright

groovin' to Norah Jones.

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thinking about that random Sorabji page from several years ago that I landed on yesterday, where he talks about not caring about being husband material and about suddenly bursting into tears. I'm not bursting into tears but am actually suddenly feeling good after days of feeling like I was covered in emotional putty. There was a neat piano improv off that page too (the only sound file that worked) - just banging chords, but in a special way that expressed so much...

on a bus in manhattan, I am noticing that I just referred to a tourist -- a tourist from Hyannis Port -- as a "foreigner."

thinking that perhaps Jack needs anger management.

Absolute Robeo

bumping bullshit

wondering why it's still 4:20.

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Ella is digesting Chinese food, ignoring the phone, and listening to an episode of "Law and Order".

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I have a boyfriend.

This is a new experience for me. Usually when I am dating someone, they are just "the person I am dating", and only in hindsight will I admit that they were a boyfriend.

It feels weird to be saying "This is my boyfriend."

I'm not sure how long it will last.

Hi guys.

yaygee @ gmail.com

smiling. smiling a lot.

he has a countdown on his blog for when he will kiss me next.

goddam hot geeks. they drive me crazy with their tech-fu.

TRADE A-ROD FOR THE DEVIL RAYS.

smiling less, after the weekend.

I may be in this for the wrong reasons.

trapped at home on vacation, having the house vinyl sided. It really sucks, but I prefer to be here while the contractors are doing the work so nothing gets sloughed over, and keeping the dog from having a heart attack with all the banging etc.

in heaven. Listening to Emmylou Harris' "Even Cowgirls Get The Blues," with backing by Dolly Parton and Linda Ronstadt. Was to be part of their original attempt at a Trio album in the late 1970s, but the project stalled and this track was rescued for Emmylou's Blue Kentucky Girl album.

*swoon*

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last mon. I was in Las Vegas and saw this show http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/love/intro/intro.htm It rocked,hotter than hell.

I also saw a show tonight.

Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
"One for every year he's away", she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
'til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...

Couldn't get half these lyrics when he sang 'em, so I had to look them up.

Gne is going to cut my grass with an electric weed eater . . The grASS is higher than her cause she's a hurricane Katrina victim.

I am DeKnees,
the other battery operated one poofed out,

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its my birfday.

hoppy birfday moonit!!

Nelly, are you telling us you saw
Tom Waits???

I bought 5 ticket to see the Wiggles a few months ago,took my little buddy,her mom, dad,and grandpa and me.Tickets came to $125.00 for five,but after f#%kin ticket master added on their charges it was $178.90.That is just not right.I saw Led Zepplin for 5 bucks,really!Anyway,Greg ,the head Wiggle has got a big old beer gut now,he use to be quite fit.

That sucks J. I recently learned more than I ever wanted to about kids' shows when my sister brought her 2 year old out last week. The Doodlebops, Dora the Explora, Baby Einstein etc. My nephew was like a tornado on crack. It seems so quiet here now. Happy belated bday, moonit!

offering condolences.

sad.....

got home last night from four days in the woods with no internet, no electricty, no flush toilets, no running water at all; dreaming of email, sorabji and boingboing.

lappy is plugged in but the power light ain't on. play with the power cord a bit, the light blinks a couple times and goes out. find a good cord position and tape it down. turn the l-tizzy on. log into email and it stops taking juice from the power cord. click on an email and it powers down from low battery.

this morning i rode crosstown to replace the power cord (i was convinced it was the power cord) and talk to cute nerdy computer repair salesboy. rode home. plugged in the laptop, hopeful, only to turn it on and see the battery light and watch the screen slowly die.

shit.

packed the computer away, rode crosstown again and talked to another nerdy (not quite so cute) repair salesboy. it's salvageable, but expensive. nearly $150 to repair a computer i've been thinking about replacing later this year.

so i had them transfer the brains to a little silver box and the first, cuter salesboy inspects the dead case with interest... a project. he gives me a card and i ride crosstown again to practice.

i miss you, my little laptop, goodbye.

dreaming about pruney fingers and chapped lips from late night lip locking and finger fucking marathons.

forming mental images of Nate's last posting.

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keeping myself from posting mean things.

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pondering the monkeycage.

haven't been by there since i was a kid. when i was 16, i had a key to a duplex in the complex that the university used as a ghetto for grad students. the key opened the door to a home nobody wanted--it was right next to the cage and the monkeys would scream and fight with each other all night long. back then we used to use it as a place to get drunk and laid. i didn't get laid much, but i spent a lot of time laying seeds that would grow into later life dysfunction.

i went to india in 1991 and made faces at the free monkeys by the river. they all united and threw rocks at us until we ran for shelter. i jumped in a rickshaw, bleeding and shocked by how organized those little motherfuckers were-- those monkeys WERE NOT HAVING IT.

i'd like to capture a free alpha monkey, throw him in with the caged monkeys, then see if he can unite them into an organized revolt.

i'm a cynic, so i don't have much hope for monkey insurgency. but god damn if everybody doesn't need a free monkey to come stir shit up once in a while.

Some days I feel like I don't exist in any real and tangible way. I am trying to quit smoking, but the cigarettes ease me out of the paralysis of the panic attacks enough to allow me to deal with the depression. I don't smoke as much as I used to; I can go days without smoking. But something triggers a panic attack and I think "Oh, god, the only thing real about my life is that I'm going to die and between now and then I can't stand to feel like this." And then I run to the nearest convenience store and purchase some ritualistic soothing.
I came back here because it's like family; it's comfortable, and familiar, and the comfort itself reenforces my continuinity through space and time, makes me feel anchored, like I'm not floating away.
I am sad Droopy's taking a pass right now, but I haven't been posting because I don't know what to say. I am making all of these big changes in my life and they're NECESSARY because I felt like I was in a waking dream - the one where I'm asking for help but the phone doesn't work or I can't speak - but GOD do they scare the living shit out of me, make me doubt myself in fundamental ways, make me second guess every process I have which passes for judgment.
The single thing these boards have done to help is let me know other people are having life level shit go down and they're having to work through it daily without having answers. Patrick's custody battle is sickening, but elevating because he's dealing with it even though it must suck at a profound level I can't even imagine. Nate's biochemistry is sabotaging him and he's negotiating how he wants to go through his life with options I can't conceive having to select from.
For the record, I didn't ever have the merest jot or tittle of desire for Cyst. In fact, I had the opposite of that.

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the abyss.

Drinking a diet coke and packing. I just did 2 of the small uhaul boxes worth of cds, then I remembered I don't have a stereo. The temptation to take all of my stuff - like ALL of my stuff - to used record and book and clothing stores and see if I can get cash for my memories and sentiment is almost overwhelming. I donated all of my academic books except for the ones I've actually cracked since I dropped out of grad. school to the library. I thought I was a pretentious fuck for dragging them around from pillar to post, then I remembered that I've always just been to lazy and bibliophilic to want to give up books. The romance novels fell by the wayside this winter, when I realized I'd finally lost the taste for them. Library. The academic books are of more recent standing than the romance novels, so they got to stay until winnowing time. Side chaff - a double nickels reference. I am keeping the fucking cds. I am ditching the shoes I don't wear. Yes, they're pretty. Yes, I bought them because they were pretty. I don't want to drown in things I don't need, and I fear that I've accumulated so many of them. I am going to smoke a cigarette, and then I am going to recommit once again to not buying another pack and hope it takes and hope that the part of me that wants to quit is up to doing battle with the part of me that just wants to wring any pleasure I can out of any moment I can as a respite and a surcease from feeling so fucking out of my mind. I tried posting a new thread a couple of days ago, and the boards told me to enter my uid and pwd which of course I ain't be havin'. I know I will get through this - this feeling is actually familiar because it's exactly what happened when I went to grad. school and in about 6 months I was over the worst of it. I call it a feeling, but it's a pack of feelings which hunt my well-being like raptors - the one trilling over there to the left is NOT the one that's going to hamstring me in the second. It just wants my attention and it means me no good at all. I like coming here and spying on everyone else. I will take part in the discussion, too: Karla called it like she sees it. dave expressed how I feel about it pretty succinctly. But I have logorrhea so I'll put it into my own words: don't delude yourselves that there's no fucking groupthink going on here. There was groupthink going on here when I was active in the late 90s. It's not a fucking search for the fundamental truths which power the universe, though, it's part cocktail party and part potluck. I am guilty of both flaming n00bs viciously and pulling a 180 and saying why can't we all just get along, why can't we all just be nice. These contradictory impulses manifest themselves in my lived existence (as opposed to the one expressed in text) as well. I'll talk to anyone who sticks around and says something I want to respond to. Have a thick skin or get out of my fucking face - this is the internet, not your goddamned mommy. I'm up here baring my own soul to shreds and if one of these people mocks me about it I might go cry in the bathroom or call one of my friends and talk it through - but I damned well wouldn't cry on the boards. Of course, I wouldn't have to. Someone would jump that person's shit for daring to fuck with poor, fragile, recently returned Margret. I'd feel the warmth of affirmation suffuse me at the same time I thought about what a fucking tool I am, what a desperate screaming chimp. Stick around and they'll bathe you in the warmth of affirmation, too - it doesn't make the howling simian go away but it calms that simian down enough to turn the light of reason on her problems - just like this fucking cigarette.

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'For the record, I didn't ever have the merest jot or tittle of desire for Cyst. In fact, I had the opposite of that.'


Weird, I thought I was the only one who felt that way.

Fighting the urge to be catty, but not noble enough not to mention it.

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Fighting the urge to be catty, but not noble enough not to mention it.

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I love my new mp3 player. Why did I not get one years ago?

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Feeling betrayed. Lost.

Drinking tea and getting ready to go into the financial district for some meeting or another. I should look Nate up.

Fuck.

Feeling butt hurt and pissed off at my husband..... Damn him.

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Getting my caring face out of my pocket.

Mark,that was a wonderful tribute to your dad.I saw your baby book and your parents loved you so much,I feel your pain.Your dad lives on in you and your sister,and your nephew. Love,J

When the trade towers were hit, I was walking to school. I found out in homeroom that the towers were hit. I remember fearing for my Uncles life, because I was only in 7th grade, and all I knew was that he worked in New York. By third period, we were able to watch it in the Coach's office, and I got to see the visual of it falling. After that, I went home and listened to the radio about the people who survived, and watched the news.

yep

Remembering life before 9/11. Remembering liberty before George W. Bush. Must I surrender fantasies of getting even one of those back?

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thinking i need to slow things down with that cute little cocoa-butta sista i've been hanging out with and go back to new york to find myself a west-indian woman who can truly cook my curry.

i'm getting too old to let lust and emotion screw me around. southern sugared rice and redbeans just aren't doing it for me...

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Crushing on Tina Majorino in the aftermath of Napoleon Dynamite. Sympathetically clicking my way through obsessive fan websites.

If Tina Majorino and Alyson Hannigan were to make out, or even just stand in the same room, would their bonding form a creature of pure sexy geekery that would consume the earth with it's awesomeness? Perhaps, but it would be worth it.

I fear my susceptibility to the hollywood fantasy of the geeky it-girl places me firmly in the sweet spot of a demographic well understood by marketing analysts.

looking forward to eating Indian mangoes.

I've got your Indian mangoes right here.

hoping Dani will e-mail me. I screwed up my AOL buddylist and lost your ID. ACK!

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Jim's 360 View of our Crazy World

spent the day driving my car around new york city. i am starting to see the potential therewith. i never thought of this as a driving town. driving and automobile transportation are monied luxuries. or are they? if you are like me you have places to go, people to see, hearts to break...

remembering how exhilirating it was driving my car into New York City, down those wide streets with the taxicabs honking at me, map in my lap...

What is it with the emergency lanes? Who, and when, isn't supposed to drive in them?

grunties.

a bit grizzled

becoming addicted to sudoku. Bought a book of puzzles at B&N this weekend, and haven't stopped since.

Also bought Garrison Keillor's new compilation of poetry. Here's a cute one to start the day:

Carnation Milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand--
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.

-Anonymous

maturating

returning home from fishing empty handed. Guess if you caught everytime you went, they'd call it catching instead of fishing, n'est-ce pas?

returning home from fishing non-empty-handed. 1 bass, 1 blue, on a yellow & red popper. Nice to get the smell of skunk off me. Woohoo!

Disappointed to see Christopher Walken getting laughs out of an idea i've championed for years and years. Humans should have tails. Don't get me started. He adds some funny actor-specific flourishes, but that is *my* damn routine. My life is wasted if the humans-should-have-tails movement does not originate with me.

Juice Newton

IF YOU HAVE TEARS, PREPARE TO SHED THEM NOW.

pooping

Digesting some dim sum, looking at tattoo portfolios, and thinking I should probably go to bed.

THE BEST SYSTEM IN THE WORLD IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!! IF IT AIN'T BROKE, DON'T FIX IT !!
GADGETS ARE SACRED -GIMMICKS ARE FRUIT OF CIVILIZATION- CONTRAPTIONS ARE THE GREATEST ASSET TO MAN'S CULTURE !!
THERE'S A LOT WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE UNKNOWN !!
IT'S AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO GOOD, BUT A GOOD WIND BLOWS SOME GOOD !!!
LIFE IS THE COMBINATION AND UNION OF SPIRIT AND MATTER !!!
FIRST THERE IS A MOUNTAIN , THEN THERE IS NO MOUNTAIN , THEN THERE IS !!!
BUTTER ALWAYS LOOKS THE BEST WHEN IT IS THE SHADE OF THE RIGHT COLOR !!!

wishing Celie a happy 87th birthday.

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A looksee into Jim's World

watching it rain.

Making Jimbabe's wish come true...here I am honey!
I'm in NY until this Friday. Having a great time with the family and friends. My Nephew is amazing.

My e-mail is danettekelly at yahoo.com

My AIM s/n is danigirlflorida1

Yahoo s/n is danigirl28

Sorry you jacked up your shit. It sucks when you lose all your contact info.

Talk to you soon Lover Lips!

Some people come here to sit and think,
Some people come here to shit and stink.
I come here to scratch my balls and read the writings on the wall.

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Snail

testing posting from my treo.

Pretending he's some sort of freelance philosopher / poet.

"Monsters taste better when eaten from the inside"

moving along.

like in taking a hiatus from this place, or leaving forever, or literally moving along somewhere in a bus or a train or a taxi and posting via broadband?

God damn you, Jack. What is with you people and your "I'm moving on now" drama? JEESH!!!

whoa, there.


did i say i was "moving on" in a dramatic fashion?


i was merely moving this board along from a bullshit robeo-like post.


now i'm doing something else.


jesus, agatha. you and your dramatic outbursts!

remembering the business man i saw closing the deal at the window seat of a McDonalds in Buttfuck, Florida. overlooking the parking lot. he pointed at the paperwork and said "I'm not braggin', but this is a good deal."
chowing on a Big Mac

Ummm, sorry about that. I'm glad you're not going anywhere, Jack. I have some abandonment issues.

you don't have to worry about me declaring that i'm leaving, agatha.



when i leave/abandon, i don't give warning.

That's not helping matters any, Mr. Jack.

wishing the happy few a Happy St. Crispin's day.

damn, Tower Records is shutting down its stores? I should go scour the one out in Massapequa.

actually went to the Tower in Mineola at lunchtime. You were right, there were no bargains there.

relieved to have Danipoo's contact info again. :)

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you..
YOU FAT DISGUSTING BASTARD
YOU FUCKING HORRIBLE LEECH
YOU COCKSUCKING BITCH
YOU BLOODLESS LIZARD
YOU CHEAP WHORE

FUCK YOU, NEW YORK.

FUCK YOU.

"AHHH DAAA BAAA PUNK WOCK!!!!"

Just letting that word resonate...
I always said that the worst thing you could call somebody was "stupid"
Sorabji.com just called me that.
Why do I keep coming here?

crossing my fingers and taking a deep breath.

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aloysius in the middle

Scratchin'!

Celebrating!

well, in my mind. Kind of hard to celebrate and work at the same time.

Savoring my luck in finding myself on the "Unofficial Hahvahd Tour" yesterday

http://www.harv.unofficialtours.com/

celebrating. Go Bucks! Anybody see before the start of the game, the Script Ohio? Methinks there's hardly anything cooler, still get goosebumps when I see it. Maybe you have to be from Ohio to appreciate though. I was at a game where they had all the alumni bands, and did 4 of them at once.

I am worrying about the man I love, he is in the hospital. They put two stints in his heart. He is the most beautiful monster, I hope they make him as strong as he wants to be.

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I am dreading going to the job tomorrow. I have worked there two months, and have nothing in common with the people I work with. They are humorless, cold, boring people that have large sticks up their ass.

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I'm multi-tasking to the extreme from working on homework, watching a show, listening to music, and talking on the phone...all the while, dreaming about my crush, and typing online.

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Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving!

listening to tune, and feelin happy

missin chongotron

hiding out from the real world

hiding out from the real world

hiding out from the real world

praying for Peter Pumpkinhead

Thinking about breaking up with my long term girlfriend

searching for "sorabji" on Ask Ms. Dewey and getting her response. "Of all the searches in the University, that was definitely one of them"

http://msdewey.com/

fingers too well trained.

make that Universe.

bikinis should only be atolls not worn.

More wisdom soonest.

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really, really, really wanting to call mark count macula. wishing it was only because of women.

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looking for dave's e-mail address.

i need a guinea pig with good ears.

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trying to get the Christmas mellow thing going. like in have a merry, everyone. but, I am a little too hung over from the marathon House watching party last night... anyway, hoping Mark is having a merry something or other

JAMES BROWN WILL NEVER DIE.

tired of hearing this word "suicided." i never heard that word until recently, now it seems like i'm hearing it every damn day.

Back to work. Bah humbug. Sitting in my cubicle waiting for the phone to ring. Getting text messages from my co-worker two cubicles away. Wondering what to order for lunch. Listening to my stomach make noises. Not wanting to take my decorations down just yet. {{{yawn}}}

Uploading jazz onto her mp3 player, eating ice cream to soothe her sore throat, loathing the fact that she caught mono just in time for the holidays.

listening to my annoying roomate
play the same offspring song over
and over again, secretly wishing
he'd move out so i wouldn't have
to listen to him snore everynight...

hung over.
hung out to dry.
hung like a horse.
hung like saddam hussein.

running too fast on empty.
running scared, swinging fists like mad with both eyes shut wide.
soft-boiled egg with hard shell but all runny on the inside.

i feel like a thug who needs a hug.

james brown was a great,

great


man.