tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80330752011-12-14T19:06:12.413-08:00The Trouble With You Is You're Rightonewetleghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11219123374203511905noreply@blogger.comBlogger1461100tag: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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I answered a question from a customer today by copyingsand pasting words from the FAQ that boss worte herself. I cc'd her on the email and I got a response from her that said, "excellent response." That made me feel nice and warm and fuzzy inside. I think I want to have something made up to put in my cube that says "what would (bos) do?" (replacing her name, of course) so when she's gone and

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write, right? haha. I have been thinking of that all day. It's been awful.Self-portrait Thursday.This is my gargoyle. He doesn't have a name, but he has lots of personality. I like his horns. I love his teeth that are definitely of the vegetarian type. Nothing but grinding there. I love his claws. Good for climbing. I really love the fact that his chain is broken but he still comes to

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My boss announced today that she is resigning. I knew it was coming but I didn't know it would be this soon.She launched the new project, staffed it, trained the staff, showed that it could make money and now she is leaving the non-profit to move back into the private sector.She will be with us through the month of July and hopefully will be able to train her successor.I don't want to train

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Have you ever had a dream where you are searching for some tiny, minute, something, but your eyes won't work right so everything looks like fish eating marshmallows or your fingers turn into worms and you can't pick anything up? I had one of those last night. I was dreaming about the Aztec calendar and trying to figure out how you read one. What day is it here? Month? Year? Maybe they kept

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Sally, I don't know if I could really go to the store and let someone measure me. Brrrr. I just imagine some lady (or worse, some hot chick) handling my boob with her cool, papery smooth hands (or worse hot, sweaty hands)while we hide behind a curtain, me naked from the waist up and her fully clothed and thinking god-knows-what and I get the same feeling I get on the ferry when I'm sober.

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The lovely Sally pointed me in the direction of Layne Bryant where I thought the size chart would be more gentle. No such luck. According to Layne, I am a 38DDD. Also known as a 38F.(Audible sobs)I like this one the rest look like maybe it's a war on breasts. Maybe boobs are the enemy and must be kept in check at any cost.Oi. I remember the first time mom took me bra shopping. Neither one

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In continuing the thread of being totally floored my measureing myself the other day, I offer you this:Saturday morning. I'm on my own for the weekend because Erik has to go out of town. When I got home last night there was a notification that a package had come for me and was at the post office.I got up early and watched Saw, which is a good movie. Plenty of blood and guts, which I love, but

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I really should start writing on a more regular basis. I don't feel like i can really open up about my job anymore so i don't have anything to rant about. Plus I actually like my job now so, there goes that.Tman called me last night. He's clean for one year now. It's been a year since he left. He is working and living in a sober house back east there in Sacramento. He says he doesn't read me

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It's confusing at best, but I did it. At 4:30 am, no less. BRA SIZE: HOW TO MEASURE BAND SIZE• Measure around your ribcage, directly under the bust.• Add 5 to this measurement to obtain your band size. (i.e.: If your ribcage measurement is 29" + (5) = 34" band size.)CUP SIZE• Measure completely around the bust at the fullest point.• Each inch of difference between this measurement and your

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Oh, so happy! It's like xmas in here or an early birthday! I just got a package in the mail from Sally she sent me a Vera Bradley Designs book cover in Elizabeth It's the yellow one should be at the top of the page. Thank you Sally!I also got another package today, an auction I won on E B A Y. Three items in Greenfield. A small purse, cosmetic case and what I have been wanting forever a

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With the new charm that Bos brought me back from E b a y L i v e!It's a tiny little silver auction paddle!Awwwwwwww.

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I re-read what I wrote in word and it's completely incomprehensible.It's now three in the morning and I'm re-writing it right here, right now.Anyway, Erik built the float and we got the costumes up and on people. All of us were in a huge warehouse with kids and people everywhere.Men and women on stilts, wearing huge feathered hair pieces and shiny, white sequined costumes. After the parade I

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I know, I know. I promised you part two of my big, fat, hippie weekend, and I have begun writing it, it's in word. It's a long story. May take three parts.Today, to keep you occupied, I have some photos! YAY!!Last night I took some pics of my room so I could show you the messy place I live in. They are sort of dark and some are blurry. I didn't reduce them so here are the thumbnails.

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co worker #2 said to me today, "if i were your boyfriend I'd smack you for talking to me the way you do"To which I replied "I don't talk to my boyfriend the way i talk to you. He's smart".

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My big, fat hippie weekend. Part One. I was nervous all week about going to this festival. I wanted to get out of town with Erik and camping sounded like the kind of fun I haven’t had in a while, but have always enjoyed in the past. He called me on Thursday and told me we were in, the tickets were paid and all we had to do was arrive. Friday, I got to work extra early so I could get out early.

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Thanks for all of your wonderful comments on the last post. You love it when I have angst, don't you? Yes, you do... whose a supportive reader? You are! Yes, you are! Who's the most bestest one? You know you are! Oh, and so smart and good looking! Sorry, the meds are still in effect. I feel goofy but not dizzy or lightheaded at all. Just silly. I feel silly. I laugh at everything.Erik

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right after i wrote this i called him and everything is status quo. He may or may not hate my pants but he does want to see me in the future. I feel much better. except my tender throat meats. they still hurt like the dwarves are tap dancing in sandpaper shoes. Grumpy is doing it double time. Enjoy my neurosis... I hate the way my mind works.Maybe it's because I'm sick and on homeopathic

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I am sick today. My sick coworker, on friday, refused to go home and so I caught his filthy germs. Now I have sore throat meats, stingy eye holes and leaky face tubes. Also Sneezy and Dopey dwarves have come to live in the 12' travel trailer that is doubling for my head today. They brought Snotty, Runny, Achey, Chilly, Crampy and Grumpy to stay, too. None of them took off their shoes. I

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Look what I did! I made a link to the store! With actual pictures. It is also self-updating so there will be new auctions listed automatically in the order ending soonest.Guess who said I was his girlfriend? No, not Tony Hawk. No, not Jack Black. Uh-uh, not even Tom Green.(That website, by the way, is absolutely fabulous. Why didn't anyone tell me about this website before?)Yes. After

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Again, it's four am and I'm not quite sure why I'm awake.Tuesday morning and the Memorial day weekend is over. Memorial day doesn't quite register as a holiday in my head, somehow. I know, thank you, veterans, for fighting. I love my freedom and love where I live. I have plenty of friends who aren't from this country and appreciate the fact that they are allowed to live here and

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Bad me. Not updating for five days. tsk, tsk.I haven't been home in the evenings much lately and a moratorium has been put on personal business on the work computer.This computer is running slower than ever. I have a million more excuses. The weather has been great and I've been running around. We went to Hayward yesterday so he could buy another car. This one is a volvo stationwagon type

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Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

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An old one. My hair will be that long again one day soon...

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well, im tryna upload some photos for y'all but it just ain't working that i can see. probably when i publish this it will be in there twice and I will look like more of an ass than usual.anyway, I was gonna sayLife is nice. I like it a lot these days.

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I think he said, “I love you” to me this morning.He was hugging me goodbye and mumbled something into my hair. The “I” was clear but the rest of it got sort of slurred into my neck. You know, how you start to say something and then sort of turn it into humming a little tune? Like that.“I luvlalalaalalaaa”HahaI say, “love you” to most all my friends. It’s getting hard not to say the words to

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I'm on vacation.Be back sometime in the future.Love, JJ

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My kick-ass new sox with the little stuffed animals on them. I got six pair with different lil animal heads on each pair. Yes, that's my leg with the wave tattoo on it and those of you who know me but haven't seen me in a while will notice that there is no longer any hair on the old calf.

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Black bean burger with LOTS of SPROUTS and ONIONS and SWISS CHEESE! By the way, the berries and cream Dr Pepper is EXCELLENT!

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Below is an accurate rendition of a note that got slid under my door today:Re: Trash and trash cans in buildingAll trash or garbage you may have must now be thrown in tiny cans provided and will now all be kept in kitchens. Any garbage that is food or un hygienic must be tied in plastic bags and sealed properly. Do NOT throw garbage in hallway space any moreAll trash is to be neatly put next

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Dick Graves Nugget. Sparks, Nevada. Get your prospector on.(I know this means nothing but he is a cutie bobble head so love him)

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Clint Eastwood is on the tv (good, bad, ugly, i think) and I'm waiting for Erik to come get me so I can stay the night in the idyllic wonderland that is Mill Valley. Whee!No, really, I enjoy it. He has cable. Jr is being a butt, but not actually hitting me as much. He is however going through an "I don't care" phase at the moment and well, I don't care. He also does NOT want me sitting

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Today is the 3rd anniversary of the death of Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes.I really liked this girl group, even though the genre is not my favorite.They were all about safe sex, sex education and sexual empowerment of women.I like those things.Jr said something to me the other day about pussy. I just had to ask, "what is pussy?" cuz I'm nosy like that.He got up and pointed at his crotchal area and said

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See that little statue of David? It's a Santini and it's going to sell for multi dollars on eVilBay. Nice penis, Dave.

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Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2006 13:51:43 -0600 Subject: urgent reply From: "greg11bill" Dear Acquaintance,Permit me to introduce myself, I am Greg Bill, head of Mortgagedepartment, Royal Bank of Scotland, Liverpool Commercial Banking Centre,1st Floor 1 Exchange Flags Liverpool L2 3XN . Only recently I discoveredthat one account belonging to Ms. Fiona Watts now DECEASED has remaineddormant for the past

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Cartoon sun found in a notebook that just ran out of blank pages yesterday. Dated July 21, 2005.

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My shirt. The whole thing reads Spawn Til You Die. Done by an artist name of Ray Troll. It's an Alaska thing.

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This is the place in MV where he will be renting an apartment

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He got accepted for an apartment in Mill Valley. Should be in by the end of the week. There are all sort of details about school and daycare, etc.We had a great weekend, went to dinner in North Beach with his family which was surprisingly nice. No fighting, food throwing or other general mayhem to report. I have to admit I was a little disappointed. I was hoping for at least a good food

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found this in my camera today.

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It was a really great orange with that kind of skin that isn't too tight. Very tasty, almost a large tangerine. Only two seeds in the whole thing.

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The best part is it was split pea soup.

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I wrote a guide for evilbay asked my boss if she thought it was ok and then submitted it. EEP!!you can click here to read it and actively judge it even! (be gentle, it's my first time)Yes, I will get compensated for my time for writing it.Bos suggested that I try to write one because of my "writing skills" and "expertise" (her words!). At first I felt sort of intimidated by the thought of it

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The following artists and songs were just played on your LAUNCHcast station. The Misfits Earth A.D. Animotion Obsession Fear I Believe I'll Have Another Beer The Wallflowers One Headlight Beastie Boys You Catch A Bad One The Vibrators Judy Says (Knock You In The Head) Squeeze Someone Else's Bell Buzzcocks I Don't Mind Tenacious D Wonderboy The

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It's self-portrait Thursday and I don't have a self-portrait. dang. I meant to make one all day and just didn't get to it. So I whipped up this really crappy cartoon in the crappy paint program that is in this crappy computer that I love with all my heart (can you believe how long I have been using this $5 computer? (Crackheads are good for something, I bought this thing off of one about 2

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It's late and I just got home.He reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago. Someone I really liked and was very sorry to lose.If this is another chance to...Better get it...If only things had...If I could have...Why didn't I...I should have said...My head is full of sentences I can't finish. Things I can't bear to say aloud. I'm very happy right now. I feel good. It scares me.I've been in

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This just cracks me up. The look on the guys face in the last couple of frames is wonderous.I don't know who it is or I would give credit. If you know, clue me, please.found it.explosm.(a link to the archives) I didn't find the ones I looked at as funny as that one, but I'm still gonna look at them all.

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This is the wallpaper I put on my work laptop that has wi-fi and can go anywhere!

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This is my charm bracelet.

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Here are a few I took Saturday at the Embarcadero. I had walked all the way from 20th and Mission to Market and Van Ness. Then I took the L Taraval to the Embarcadero and got off right by the Ferry Building.These and many more photos can be seen full size (1280x960 - 336 K) at my PhotoBucketThis is my leg, of course. I love these sox. Erik doesn't like them so much. He doesn't say anything,

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I had a great weekend. I saw Spike and Mike's Sick and Twisted Festival of Animation on Friday with Hell, went alone to the Embarcadero and took a tour of a submarine on Saturday and spent quite a few hours in the park and riding the bike on Sunday with Erik and Jr. I took over a hundred photos but haven't had time to load them so you have to wait. I'm going to copy and paste this at Diaryland

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Mini cartoon I drew this morning at work

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I sold a vest over a month ago. Beautiful, vintage Louis Feraud, leather with a sheepskin collar. Simply gorgeous.As I do with all my clothing auctions, I stated that the garment was in very good, gently used, vintage condition and could use a cleaning. The auction ended and the winning bidder paid about $112 for the vest, plus shipping, of course.When she got it she took it to have it cleaned

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My lady headsI've noticed that since I'm not seeing egg anymore my launchcast doesn't play that Frente! song anymore.

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Yes, I am. But it's 2am so I won't be writing about it at this point.Check it out. I got a comment from Ben Singer the "founder and operator" of Farmacia Remedios, my favorite store. To bad he didn't leave an addy so I could thank him for the comment and for having such a kick ass store. Thanks, Ben!

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I love the status quo. I don't want anything to change. I'd like to see him every day.I'd like to know what's going to happen. I don't ask because I know everything is sort of up in the air and whatnot.He's still looking for a place to live because they have to move by the end of April.I'm still not sure if he's reading this or not. We get along well. Nothing about him makes me insane. He's

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Crackhead Baby

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Comment moderation has been enabled. All comments will be approved by me before they are published.

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It really did snow last night. About 7pm, I think, just as I was walking out the door, it started coming down, heavy and fast. I jumped in the van and we took off into the blizzard. A few minuntes later it stopped and there was about an inch of thick, wet snow all over the ground. People were outside their houses in jeans and t-shirts having snowball fights. There was enough snow on the

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I Feel Like Onewetleg Tonight.You Can Really Taste The Onewetleg!How Do You Eat Your Onewetleg?Solutions For a Small Onewetleg.You Need A Onewetleg.I'm Not Gonna Pay A Lot For This Onewetleg.Super Onewetleg is Almost Here.Come See the Softer Side of Onewetleg.Don't Be Vague. Ask for Onewetleg.Ho Ho Ho, Green Onewetleg.Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz, Oh, What an Onewetleg it is!From Our Onewetleg to

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I am:elatedconfuseda little buzzedself-sufficientunsurelonelyhappycoldproud of myselfsmartfunnyconsiderateselfishshyadoringintoleranteasily amusedquick to angerquick to forgiveobsessiveboldworriedashamedsillyorganizedmy co worker offered to buy me a steak dinner tomorrow because I have been buying him lunch this week since he's broke (why am I always buying men things? why?)He said "let's go get

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Friday night he called me and asked if I wanted to tag along on a drive to Treasure island to pick up Jr's big brother for his weekend home visit (big bro is in the Job Corps). It was a nice drive, Treasure Island has a gorgeous view of the city. We went to this restaurant (I can't remember the name (not on Treasure Island)) and got crab sandwiches.Oh, they were good! White bread with about

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I was shopping for new merchandise for my store today and I found a beat up envelope. I could see there were some pictures inside so I pulled it out and opened it up. The first thing I saw was a picture postcard of the Bay Bridge. I thumbed through it and I saw that it was full of picture postcards, in excellent shape and all looking like they were from the fifties.I scooped them up with my

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Remember my New Year’s resolution to get my nails done at the beauty college? I went today. I was thinking of facials, and manicures and maybe a shampoo, an eyebrow waxing.I got there and settled on a manicure and eyebrow wax. Her name was Ruby. She waxed my eyebrows. Latina. I did not ask her where she was from. She was very self-confidant and did a wonderful job. When I got into her

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