tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80330752009-12-03T10:00:54.760-08:00The Trouble With You Is You're Rightonewetleghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11219123374203511905noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033075.post-1160678506626309162006-10-12T10:58:00.000-07:002006-10-12T13:27:08.666-07:00

I woke up late. 8:15. Groaned and got up. I went to the bathroom and the cleaning lady was crying in the kitchen. I mean really crying, loud audible sobs. Holding a spray bottle and kneeling infront of the kitchen window, sort of leaning out the window and sobbing. I said, "Oh, Dora, are you ok?" She sobbed affirmatively and I went on my way. When I came out she was still sobbing so I

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I woke up obscenely early this morning and decided to do a little photo essay on my Vera Bradley collection. This is a small make up case. It lives in the lower pocket of the hanging organizer. Like all these bags, it is sturdy, great for travel and holds a lot more than it looks like it would.This is the wonderful hanging organizer in Apple Green, which is my second favorite pattern. This is

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I'm trying to find the movie quote. This is the actual one from the book, although I think part of it is missing due to the ellipse in the middle there and, uhhh, there. "And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night!" . . . She lifted up her hand and

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"I still got it" dept:Today on the way back to work from the deli (tabouli salad, fruit and plain yogurt), a man said to me "Hello, Gorgeous!"OK, he was shirtless, standing in a dumpster and inhaling the contents of an aerosol can, but it still counts. "TMI" dept:The hair on my nipples grows faster than the hair on my legs. Both were removed last Thursday, but wow. What a difference a week

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That is a Mod-Glo make up mirror type thingy. It's very neat-o and works like a charm. Unfortunately it's not worth much. I found two of them, both in travel cases, two different colors. I went to the dentist today. R3 and R2 have to go. She (she! my first she dentist. She's pregnant, too) said she might be able to do a root canal on R3 but I told her to forget it. “Just forget root canals

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This is the whole article in the SF Weekly from Sept 20, 2006. This is just the part about us. Among the cluster of people of all ages on Hippie Hill who call themselves and each other "kids," there's one honest-to-God child, on a blanket with his young mother and two men. He looks to be 5 or 6 years old, a redhead in jeans and grungy sneakers, eating a cheeseburger. He plays with a small tree

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Howdy stranger.Long time. I've been missing you. Thinking about you. Feeling guilty for not answering your emails. I don't know why but I just don't feel like it anymore.It's not you. You, I'd like to hug your face off and talk for hours in our jammies with hot toddies and cookies and soft music and talk all night.It's me. ME!!I'm as lazy and as self-centered as is humanly possible.I spend

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Begin at the beginning...and go on until you come to the end: then stop.Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, 1865Chapter 12 "Alice's Evidence"

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Ach.I make more money now than I did this time last year. I make almost twice as much as I did the year before that. I talked to a friend of mine the other day and he says he still makes $10 an hour. I was thinking "damn. I can remember living on that and supporting someone else, too".Then I remembered that he has a trust fund and just got back from gallivanting across Europe and didn't feel

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Lunch hour of the beast, yet again. Some cable. I don't know. Don't ask me. That is my hand model and behind her is Ann. Well, whats left of Ann. She helps me out with pictures. I use her as a firm base for the camera. I think she would have liked it that way.

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I:switched the hard drive from my old computer into a new machine. Same brand, same age, same model, just not as used. The keyboard is smooth as silk and the screen is much brighter and clearer. It also isn't covered in stickers and grafitti (graffiti?). thanks to art for buying me the machine last year and thanks to my sweetie Erik for showing me how to do it (very simple. practically silly

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I spent far too many years wondering what this man was saying while singing this song in spanish.It's a nice sounding, sort of light ska type of song off of the 40oz to freedom album.It took me about 30 googleseconds to find this:No importa que se lleva, porque todo se quitara(it doesnt matter what you wear, because youre going to take it all off)Ay, no puedo verlo, ni el figura(but no, I cant

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I was 16 years old and I was a junkie. A recovering junkie who liked to get high. I was raised on a farm but moved to the city after dropping out of high school. Ran away is more like it.I went to live with my sister to get a job and make a life for myself. Fate had other plans for me. Fate was 28. He was my boyfriend. Fate taught me how to drive a car and how to shoot up. Fate also taught

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I'm not sure how you feel. I feel lonely a lot.Maybe you are surrounded by friends and family that make you feel welcome and loved. Maybe you have a cat or a dog or a snake or a fish or a roommate that makes you feel welcome when you come home.I don't have any of those.I have some memories of lost friends and family and pets and roommates.I have hundreds of photos that I really don't like to

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We still have no manager and things are going all right, but none of us knows what to do with the serious customer service issues.Co worker #1 had a small fit today because I asked him if he could get it together and try to figure out what to do with the guy who opened a dispute because his item did not arrive.CW#1 says "I don't know what to do, I don't know how to handle a dispute, I've never

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Poor, dear, neglected diary,Bos is gone now and I am groping around in the dark trying to complete the tasks that were left behind. No one else knows what to do either.I have some refunds to try to make, both pretty substantial ones that require detective work.The bigger boss is interviewing for the position but that doesn't mean the new person will know what to do either.I wake up happy pretty

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forces are conspiring to keep me from writing.The reading went well. Ms Shelley Jackson was very nice and I was the second word ever to get the certificate and manuscript. The story is called "Skin" appropriately enough and it's about a mythical land where skin grows over everything. Of course it's confidential and I am contractually bound not to reprint it in any way shape or form, but if you

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Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:44:53 -0700From: "Shelley Jackson" Subject: SKIN goes westDear Words, future Words, and other friends of the SKIN project: My new book HALF LIFE goes on sale on Tuesday! I'll send an official announcement in a few days, and of course I hope that you will all support your hardworking author (and the endangered cause of literary freakdom in general) by buying a copy, or

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Down the hall to the bathroom. Longtime readers will know it's always an adventure and I never know what I will find there. Once I found a wig full of vomit. Good times.The other day was just an ordinary day. Nothing exciting or out of the ordinary happened until I went to release my final pee pee of the day into the wilds of the San Francisco sewer system. I saw...This...        I ran back

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I layed down on the grass in the park and he sat next to me. He stuck his finger in the hole in my pants and tickled my tummy. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me.

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My buddy Art who lives all the way over there in Utah sent me a pizza It was very good. I had pesto, black olives and feta.What a great birthday present! My buddy Hell (whom I am not linking to in order to preserve her percieved anonymity) Got me some sox. One short pair with pink and black stripes and one Misfits pair also pink and black, these are and argyle pattern with the white Misfits

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I have been using that Veet stuff. It's really good. Better than Nair, anyway. Comes with that cool bladeless razor. It's like a squeegee for your armpits.It says on the can "do not use on breast nipples".I'm just wondering, what nipples can I use it on?I had lunch with Bos today. We went for sushi and semi-business chat. She told me some stuff that I needed to know and thanked me for all

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It only happens once every thousand...

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