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I lost a significant part of my normal household income recently, because the person I lived with cares very little about anyone but himself, and after I found out he was trying to ‘get to know’ someone else, he decided to stick it to me by leaving me high and dry. His reason? Just because he wanted to be “independent”.

I’m an artist trying to branch out my own, but I’m working 2 jobs just to pay rent and utilities! I’m lucky if have any money leftover so I can eat, maybe buy a public transit pass to get to work every day (I don’t own a car). After all this I don’t have any money to run my business. I have gone to the welfare office but I don’t qualify for emergency assistance because I haven’t had anything happen to me that qualifies as an ’emergency’ yet. I need your help. I am in need of some extra cash to help me pay for groceries and transportation to continue to work so that I may build some business capital. My credit is–for lack of a better word–shot. I cannot take out a loan because I don’t own a home or have a banking account.

Let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time I met a man. We went out a couple times over the course of one weekend, and had a couple intimate encounters. After 2-1/2 weeks he fell in love with me. I was taken aback, sort of, and ‘thinking about’ that. In the meantime we seem inseperable. We do everything together. He unofficially “moved in” by leaving his clothes, toothbrush and other assorted items at my place, and always sleeps there. I meet his parents. He meets mine. He grows on me and I finally start to love him back, only ten times more that I thought I could ever love someone. He proposes to me after 6 months and a year after that we get a place together. Everything seems okay, although the safety and charm of the neighborhood we move into is highly questionable. After almost 1 year in our new place, I experience some months of irratic behavior from him and many instances where he was not returning home until the wee hours of the morning. I ask him what is wrong with him. He tells me he doesn’t want to live here anymore. I tell him I don’t want him living here, then.

I have recently lost a significant part of my income because of this a-hole’s sudden streak of ‘independence’ and can assure you that I had done nothing wrong to cause he breakup. His answers to my many inquiries as to such were simply ‘he’d changed’ and ‘didn’t want to hurt me but still loved and cared for me’, just wasn’t ‘in love’ with me any more. Which I find to be pure B.S. because if you cared about someone, you’d call home at least ONCE in a while to let them know you’re not dead in some dark alley, on a hospital gurney, or behind bars. What I found out, is that he had been persuing a woman at work.

June 01, 2004

Fuck! What is my problem??! Today was sitting there at work and I burst into tears. Damn him, having that kind of control over me.

I can’t even act normal these days. Hell, I don’t even know what ‘normal’ feels like anymore.

It just hurts that here I sit, a moping, sorry-ass shell of the person I used to be. I can’t believe it. 3 years of me and him,

[more of “Arrrgghh!”…]

May 31, 2004

I know there’s a long list out there of countless webloggers asking for donations, and I guess you could add me to that list. I am just asking for a few dollars from anyone who can spare it, to help me start my life over again.

But I am putting a different spin on the whole blog donation thing by running a giveaway contest. If you help me out you get a chance to win a prize!

May 28, 2004

Perfect.

Rain & cold forecasted all weekend, (not like I have a huge social butterfly list of activities planned) and to top it all off, I get my lovely monthly bill this morning.

I was supposed to cat-sit this weekend (highlight of my month, lemme tell ya–what a loser, huh?) anyway, I came home after 5pm tonight to find a note from the cat’s owner, saying he couldn’t fit his key under my door, so he says the building manager will look after the little furball. Hey! He said he wasn’t leaving town until after six! Whatever.

So there went my busy weekend. God forbid I’d have some kind of responsibility. I tossed the note and went into the bedroom and changed into sweats and threw my hair up into a scrunchie (fabulous invention!), breathed a huge sigh of relief to be off work for a few days and put in some quality couch time. Gotta run now, I forgot I actually do have some web site work and housecleaning to do.

May 23, 2004

With the sound of buzzing cicadas. I’m so glad I don’t leave in the eastern part of the country! These things would give me nightmares. I can’t even stand small spiders let alone a couple billion of these cicada things buzzing all around. Some people actually eat them. Ewwww!

At least they’re ewww to me. I don’t know about you. Some have compared eating these bugs to be not unlike eating shrimp, lobster, or crawfish. Yes, even though those are sea creatures they spend part of their lives as arhropods…insects.

You can have all of ’em. I hope they stay the hell away from Minnesota!

Queen For a Day or A Swan?

Remember that show Queen For A Day? Back in the 50s this show would get letters from women from all over the country to tell of how they slave all day at home and get nothing for it, or their child came down with some awful disease and died and sort of like how Oprah does, they get to come on the show and get pampered, sent off on lavish vacations and given makeovers and whatnot?

Well that’s kinda what The Swan reminded me of. I was watching it the other night (by accident of course) while trying to eat my dinner, which I couldn’t finish once I was given an eyeful of the load of fat they sucked out of one of these unfortunate creatures. I say unfortunate because, yeah, so your teeth are all messed up and you have a weak chin, a pot belly and no bustline to speak of. So why doesn’t this show do like Queen For A Day or Oprah, instead of the drastic surgery measures and crappy fake boobs? I say give these chickies a new wardrobe from Saks, tell them they’re beautiful and give them a free year’s worth of self esteem therapy. Then set them up with a new leather recliner, a box of wine, tickets for a 7-day cruise in the Bahamas, and send them on their way!

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Whois: 30 yr old, female, inspired but independent thinker, bride-to-be, entrepeneur, mover & shaker, living in Saint Paul MN. Likes reading. Fine art. The occasional b-movie. Temp by day, web & graphic designer by night. Watches the Cartoon Network, rents cheesy films, has no job and no current clientele.

Random people go to Google, type in dirty words and then add the plus ‘+’ sign to a word–anything really, ‘pics’, ‘Sinead O’Connor’, ‘ice cream’, ‘vacuum cleaner’–then wind up here. I hope they’re ALL horribly disappointed when they don’t find any ‘FREE+NUDE+PICS+DREW+CAREY’ here at this site. On where I’d whine about being a singleton and feel all alone. “How depressing,” you say! Don’t worry, it didn’t last long. Besides, it may have been more a case of horniness than loneliness. In which I go from loneliness to busy-ness in no time flat, entries ripe with lust, laughter and being left out in the cold. Gawd, I’m such a grump sometimes. Bitchy, snobby, whiny, pissing and moaning all over the place. When I was all of thirteen my mother got me a magnet that says, “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch”. It’s on my fridge to this day. Still, I manage to make lots of friends. I’m still alive even though many people would want to kill someone with a mouth like mine. Go figure. People think I’m snobby about TV. Including my sister and mom. If there is stuff on TV that is annoying or horrible, you can be sure that I’ve written about it. Which is way more fun than watching the TV. I’ve even complained about TV shows I haven’t seen, because, as a TV snob, I can do that. Family Thanksgivings round the table, Fourth of July frolicks in the outdoors, whatever. Merriment or misery, it’s recalled here. The important thing is the meaning behind the OCCASION, not the fact that we’re out of liquor or nobody bought you anything that fits your fat ass, right? When it comes to media coverage of celebrities and their lifestyles & gossip/etc., it’s like a car accident, I can’t help but watch. I’m sure it’s an obsession. Who needs enemies when you’ve got friends like Mother Nature? I love having boobs but curse the day the bra was invented, sporting a girlish figure and then watching it all go to hell after consuming too many Wavy Lays (who can eat just one?), bleeding like a stuck pig and turning into a psycho bitchfreak for 7 days a month! If that’s not horrific enough, the boyfriend calls it ‘blowjob week’. Ugh. I’m bloated. Get the fuck away from me. And other assorted womanly wonders. Stuff I wrote instead of picking my nose. Perhaps I might have been better off doing the latter. You decide. Aren’t they. Back to childhood, back to the days of wonderment, the tender ages. Fun, silly stuff. I’m not really all that smart and geeky. I just wrote about this stuff to make you think I am. He’s a piece of work some days…nonetheless, he’s mine and I’m stuck with him. Besides, he can be alarmingly cute sometimes and he loves me dearly. Ah, there’s no one else like him in the whole world! It’s is what’ll kill us eventually, so why not devote most of our lives to it? “All the live long day! Just to pass the time awaaay!” If you build it, will they come? Contrary to what some think, the web is not magic like in the movie “Field Of Dreams”. People wanted web sites. They built them. No one came. They advertised. Eventually people came. We saw. I wrote. And went. In some cases I go back, others I wished I hadn’t seen it the first time.entries

Something I made for those of you looking for an alternative ad site loserlife.

Enjoy

Okay. Just so you know, me and James are soooo over.

He’s a fucknut

I kicked him out 3 weeks ago because for a long time he was only home when it was time for him to sleep and then sometimes not at all. When he was home off of work he was an asshole. Now I find out he’s been going after this chick he works with since probably Christmas. So we’re done.

Anyway, I was cruising the personals (wow have those changed in the last 3 years) and I thought it was totally hilarious that the only people that IM’ed me were full-on freaks from countries other than USA, or else they were old. Hello! Read the listing where it says I’m looking for people between 26-36 and, um…. ENGRISH–you speak it, mofo?!

Then I go back to the home page and it says “You Have Matches!” I go through them and I almost pee my pants from laughing. Some asshole has the audacity to put as his ad title, “Who wants a mustache ride?”. Let me get in line for THAT!

The other dorkus-malorkus they want me to check out has put ‘painthuffer’ for his screen name. I don’t know what to do except laugh! Well? What can I write to him?

“Sorry…I’m only accepting inquiries from glue sniffers, dust snorters, and crotch scratchers!”

?

ha ha.

Okay…I know this is SOOOO late but I saved my logs from 2003 and finally went through them to see which search terms were the most popular. And here they are:

Most Popular Disturbing Real Search Requests for 2003

spam revenge, blog revenge, blog revenge pics

Ah, yes. I’ve always wanted to really ‘stick it’ to my blog by way of a snapshot. Actually my cell phone did once…way back when (remember those green screens?!)

8 to i3 year old girl nudists

www.shut your mouth up, shut.com, shut it

what’s the deal with britney spears’ boobs, britney boobs, britney spears naked

full house anorexia

i got two penises, man with two penises, people has two penises

crystal meth burp, hock a loogy, loogy, burp

grandma’s house hot pics, hot grandma, grandma bathroom pics

what does wack mean, wack, worldwide wack
That is the word for the sound my head makes when I pound it on my desk because the only people that come to my site are looking for undressed famous people, inebriated minors, or males with multiple genitalia.

why men look at porn when in a relationship, porn is cheating, porn cheater, men look at porn Welcome to Men 101.

The Reason Men Look At Porn When In A Relationship Is Mainly Because Men Have Looked At Porn Any Damn Way, Since The Beginning Of Time. So It Really Doesn’t Matter If The Man Is In A Relationship Or Not. But One Highly Regarded Theory Is This:

The Reason A Man Looks At Porn When In A Relationship is because the man has become comfortable within the relationship to the point of letting the woman “mother” him. Once a woman has started to take care of the man’s every need (because who the fuck else will, the bastard is lucky to be breathing every day let aloine wearing clean clothes!) Things like Wiping The Snot Off his nose, Picking Up Dirty Socks from the DINING ROOM floor, and Waking him up Every Day, the woman will verbally let the man know that This Shit Is Not Going To Go Down With Her Any More. Then the man starts to no longer see the woman as an attractive mate, rather as A Nagging Bitch Who Doesn’t Give Him Any Ass Lately and therefore the man constantly needs to whack off to images of women he would never even get the time of day from, except in an Online Chat Room. In the man’s warped sense there is Hope That He Will One Day Find A Lover As Attractive And Giving And Submissive as the porno lady and leave the one he is with. What the man doesn’t realize is that any woman, no matter how Attractive And Giving And Submissive would not Put Up With The Same Shit that his current partner nags him about, and thus won’t Give Him Any Ass either. Men may stop looking at porn in a relationship wherein the woman tosses all sense of herself to the wind and becomes an empty shell of stupidity and servitude, but men will continue to Whack Off to images of other women.

Other related recommended reading: A Good Old Fashioned Fuck

silly drunk.com, stupid drunk com, drunk chics com, drunk people
No…silly you!

gangsta bitch barbie
Oh my that was a long time ago. I’ll post the link for that later.

leon budweiser Who the fuck is Leon and why is everyone coming here looking for him and budweiser?

filandering dictionary

i’d rather go naked than wear fur i’d rather go naked than wear fur I’m very sure the above phrase is NOT one of those “magic” childhood fantasy things which bears repeating, like a wish or a positive thought. The formula of such memorable “magic” calls for phrases which are normallly bereft of words like ‘naked’, much less any hint of political staement. Not like in these examples: “I think I can, I think I can!” and “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”…

Then again, repeating “I’d rather go naked than wear fur” could be a very valid magic phrase if coming from a squirrel who is either an exhibitionist/nymphomaniac or is repenting the ultimate sin of having fur and not feahers. (?)

You decide.

matt lauer didn’t go here where in the world, where in the world is matt lauer, where did matt go in the world in 2002
No idea. I’m new here.

who invented cargo pants

Not me…but Ally Hilfiger claims her dad did.

bitchslap.net

You mean not one soul has rushed to adopt that classy domain name yet?

crap snacker, poop snack

No thanks, I’m trying to cut down.

how horny are you, are you horny

Not really, I’m afraid…now that I’ve discovered what a lazy slob my fiancee can be! [what a friggrin turnoff] Okay, okay. So there was one time.

bathroom cruising

George Michael does not live here!

portrayal of animals in hollywood films

You mean they don’t play themselves? *Gasp* Such scandal!

naked day

Janet Jackson doesn’t live here, either! …how many times do I have to tell you people?!

And neither does Sinead O’Connor, Roseanne Barr, Matchbox Twenty, Darva Conger, Sam Donaldson, or Chuck Knoblauch, for that matter. Scram! Go crawling to Celebrities Uncensored, or someplace, for that kind of crap.

31 years ago today my mother was in hard labor at St. Lukes hospital in St. Paul, MN and it was snowing outside. The doctor came in and said to her, “It’s snowing out! AND it’s April Fool’s day! You sure you want to have this baby today?” to which she replied “I don’t give a shit if it’s Halloween, GET IT OUT OF ME!”

I did eventually come out. I did it when I was darm good and ready. And I wouldn’t shut up. I still don’t do what I’m expected to and I do things only when I’m good and ready…and I haven’t shut up just yet.

Test your ‘professionalism’ While doing some job searching I ran across te following short quiz consists of 4 questions and will tell you whether you are qualified to be a “professional.” Scroll down for each answer. The questions are NOT that difficult.

Question #1: How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?

The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe,
and close the door.

This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way.

Question #2: How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?

Did you say, “Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close
the refrigerator?” (Wrong Answer)

Correct Answer: Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door.

This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions.

Question #3: The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All
the animals attend except one. Which animal does not attend? The correct answer is: The Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there. This tests your memory. OK, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance to show your true abilities.

Question #4: There is a river you must cross but it is inhabited by
crocodiles. How do you manage it?

The correct answer is: You swim across. All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting.

This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes.

I didn’t get any of these answered because I thought they were jokes so I just kept scrolling through to the answers…and then laughing out loud. Guess that makes me an ass and not a professional!

Lullaby Music Videos
Yes indeedy…VH-1 has this program that comes on after 2am and it’s called “Insomniac Music Theater”, you night owls have probably seen it many times over or at least know about it. Let me tell you that all they play is the top 10 or 20 videos that are already in heavy rotation. Guaranteed to put you back in bed, eh? First video out of the gates is…”My Immortal” by Evanessence. Yes folks, that sucker comes on and whoo doggy…puts me right to sleep in a quicky hurry! Boy, that there VH-1 sure knows a thing or two about helping people go to bed! Good God if I see that or the “Jet” video one more time I will scream. Anyway what is WITH Amy Lee lying on shit anyway…lying in a treetop, on the roof of a VW beetle, up on a scaffolding, on top of a park fountain, on a corrugated tin roof? Is she unable to walk or has she fallen? OH I get it…this is some sequel to the previous video hit, “Fallen” and she’s all scruffy lookin’ like she really fell and died? Search me. And what’s with the wrist bandages? Has she slit herself? I see wrist bandages on lots of musicians these days…I know that athletes and musicians wrap hankies or wear bands around their wrists to absorb sweat but jeez! I doubt Amy’s hands would get sweaty when she’s lying on a cold tin roof on a windy eve, looking ever so mournful as though her dog died. Has the world gone so fucking goth now, that when I wasn’t looking everyone cut their wrists up and then whoops, nevermind I’m fine!(?) Which reminds me, that guy in Maroon 5 wears them too but jeez..that “This Love” video, that’s just total porn right there if you ask me, they just added a bunch of swirling flower graphics to the video just to cover up the naughty bits. Everyone in music is getting naked, lest we forget Janet’s big bad boob “wardrobe malfunction” my ass. Britney has a bit in “Toxic” where she’s wearing nothing but tiny jewels glued to a transparent catsuit. Beyonce
bares all in her “Naughty Girl” video where she goes behind a screen and you can see her naked silhouette. What’s next, Girls Gone Wild on the local 5 o’clock news? And speaking of crappy videos, it seems to me the worse off you are in terms of speaking English correctly, the better chance your video has of being on the air. Has everyone forgotten how to talk?
There’s this one song (I think it’s by Blink 182) where they sing “something something something inside my head”, only it sounds like “inside my-yyed” and it is SOOO fucking annoying! Another annoying one is this rap video for a song called “Tipsy” and the guy is from St. Louis but he can’t speak worth a damn so he says “airreybuddy in the club gittin’ tipsy”. It wouldn’t be so bad if the stupid band would get the video right and film it in a club like the song says, not a house. Idiots. I also hate that R. Kelly and that other dude’s song where they sing about going to “my hotel”. Dude if the hotel is not owned by you, you are going to your hotel ROOM…it’s not not your hotel. Get this shit off the air already.

Oi vey.

I gotta get to bed…lots to do tomorrow.

My little sister says I’m snobby about TV. She might be right, although I only know a few people who could sit through the mindless rubbish she calls quality TV. She thinks I’m boring to watch public TV or the History Channel or when we go to the video rental store, she makes fun of my habit of choosing a tasteful or smart independent flick over a stupid Adam Sandler movie or the latest blockbuster. She will watch the movie of the week starring some has-been actress about a hospital baby-switching case or anorexia and and bawl her head off and then TAPE it so this whole process can be easily repeated. And if that’s not enough, she will pick THE lamest show on the whole TV shedule to watch.

Once upon a time when we were roommates (she was 20 and I was turning 22), I would frequently come home to find her glued to the set with ABC’s TGIF lineup of shows (you know the night they played crap like ‘Family Matters’, ‘Full House’, and ‘Step By Step’) blaring from it. I’d gleefully suggest other things to watch, “There’s a concert on xyz channel,” “Hey, ‘The Larry Sanders Show’ is on right now” or “Let’s watch the Independent Film Channel!” she was unfazed, saying she could watch whatever she wanted and it wasn’t going to be what I suggested. I moved in like a salesperson, pointing out that she was a smart girl and had better taste than that, there was quality stuff to be watched on TV! She once exlaimed almost tearfully that TGIF had nothing but “Good shows on, and I like them! Why do you think they’re STILL RUNNING, then?!” I tried to argue that “TGIF is shit and never has anything good on and only morons watch it and since the world is overpopulated with morons, that’s where the ratings factor comes in.” She shrugged and decided to walk away because she (like the rest of my family) cannot stand to be told anything, let alone have a mild, good-natured debate. I ignored her and thought well, good enough, perhaps next time she’ll check the TV guide channel first and choose something with a smidge of taste or culture or even remotely entertaining, hell…she might even enjoy it for a change.

Not more than a day later, I came home to find her on the edge of her seat, thoroughly enjoying Urkel, at the time that the show was past it’s prime, and it was the episode where they decided to have Urkel and whats-her-butt go to France. I sighed and tried to ignore this, by going into the kitchen to make dinner. The wretched Urkel giggles and snorts coming from the TV (which haunt me to this very day) made me wince, but I resolved to continue chopping the veggies. I gripped the knife, filled with so much digust my knuckles were turning white and could stand it NO FUCKING LONGER. I went in there and threatened her. I forbade her to watch this ridiculous show, screaming at the top of my lungs that “We. Have. CABLE. Which I PAY FOR!” and would stand for no more of this shit, and furthermore “You can start paying for the cable if you’re going to watch this trash or we can cut it off altogether!” There. I thought, that was that. I come home the next day and “Full House” is on. I had given up and decided she was destined to a life of crap taste in entertainment. She’s now married and has a kid (sucker!) and every now and again I go to visit her. It’s not uncommon to find she’s got “America’s Funniest Videos” on, or reruns of “Boy Meets World”.

My mom is worse, but there’s no arguing with her, either. She watches crap like, “Murder, She Wrote”, “Father Dowling Mysteries”, “Touched By An Angel”, “Judging Amy”, “Diagnosis: Murder” and just about every Danielle Steele book-turned-lame-movie or shitty, made-for-TV miniseries, including those lame-ass Hallmark movies. Bleaaaahhh.

Before I had a dialup internet connection to make my line gloriously busy, she would call at all hours and tell me that there was a special episode of “Matlock” on but she was going somewhere that night and would I tape it for her? Ack.

Now she just calls and when I’m online she leaves messages. “Hello? Pick up it’s your mother!”.

Later, when we’re together I say, “Mom, “It’s not a machine with a speaker to hear you! It’s the phone service’s digital voice messaging and I can’t hear you until I call the service to get my messages.”

“Well, no big deal, I got so-and-so to tape the show for me. Anyway, the least you can do is pick up and say hello!” Oh boy.
There’s just no telling her.

Then again she’s the one who thinks she has SuperNet.
“You’ll have to come over here some time to look at my internet.” Look at her internet. Like it’s all HERS. “Okay mom, what did you do, now?”

“Well it’s not so much what I did but what the e-mail did. You know, I go into the computer room and turn it on and then start email (which is automatically configured to dial up an online connection when it starts) and then sometimes it just takes so damned long to load (probably only cause checks her e-mail no more than twice a year!), so while it’s loading, I go into the other room and make some calls. The computer says ‘offline’ when I come back and I have to start all over again.”

She does this all the time. “Mom you can’t use the phone while you’re getting e-mail…it uses the ONE phone line while you’re online.”

“I wasn’t ON line. I was getting my e-mail. I never went ON line for anything.” She says ON line when she’s referring to browsing the web. Two words. Plus she thinks if she’s not LOOKING at a web site, well then, she’s not ON line. I have to explain that she is: “Think about it, mom–how did you think your computer’s able to get e-mails from cousin Peg who lives far away? Or any e-mails for that matter–you have to CONNECT to the internet by going online and using your phone line, which dials up your e-mail service. Just like when you switch over the phone line to use your fax machine.” Of course she would never figure this out on her own, since her comp’s so old it freezes on a simple command and her modem never sounds, because the other thing about her computer being so old is, her modem is attached to her system’s sound card and wouldn’t you know, mom never has the speakers on loud enough to hear the dialing sound!

“Oh. Well, for crying out loud, how can I expect to get much done with all that going on?”

*Sigh*

This is the reason I once tried to get her to setup a cable internet connection:

“But I don’t want cable! I can’t afford it and besides, I’m never home enough to watch normal TV, let alone to justify getting cable.”

I give up on her, too.

…career-wise. I’ll be going into more detail later. Right now I’m just killing time.

So I took Colleen’s 80’s lyrics quiz to see how well I would fare.

I figured, what the hell, I was born in ’73, grew up on this stuff but for some reason I got shitty scores on hard stuff and lots of points for stuff I thought was easy. Then she chided me for not ‘memorizing’ the Breakfast Club soundtrack! Oh well.

More later!

Some bad news. My grandmother is in hospice as of Monday. She probably will not last to the end of the week, battling lung cancer and other complications. Since I may have to go to Duluth and very soon (this weekend, maybe), I thought I’d fill you all in on this. It’ll be okay. It’s been months since everyone has known about her dying, now. Still though, she’s pulled through alot of the time when we thought the worst was about to happen. Well, I was really panicked at first ’cause earlier that day, right before it was time to close up at work, a family friend called to update me on Grandma’s condition. I all but ran home to pack and get going but my mother called to talk to me and said that from the time I got the call up ’til then, things did change for the better and I ended up not going up anyway. Mom said she wasn’t doing ‘good’ but they were just anxious to tell me I guess. I did say a couple things to Gram on the phone Tuesday night though. Probably for the last time, but that’s a good thing…I will always have good memories of her, plus she has her faith to keep her strong, so I know she’ll be okay, even in the end. On a lighter note: Well, the trip to St. Cloud was great! I got in really late last Thursday night, because the person I was traveling with had to work Friday. No biggie. I was ready to head home anyway. Plus we were exhausted and didn’t feel like staying for the awards dealie and speech after the last night’s dinner. I was kinda glad to be back. The whole trip rocked and conference itself was alright in general ’cause everybody was nice but I don’t think I could do it next year. Maybe. Anyway, our destination was about an hour and a half away and when we arrived it started raining and pretty much rained the whole time I was there, it was very sticky but not too hot, though.

At the kickoff event on Tuesday night we went to the Paramount theatre where the entertainment was great. Warren Nelson and the Blue Canvas Orchestra of Wisconsin/Minnesota fame, opened the show and The Blenders (they can SING) topped it off.
There were LOTS of people where we were staying. The next day I went exploring downtown and ended up doing some shopping and hanging around in coffee shops and bookstores while mom and her gang and the rest of the officials attending were in classes. It was cool that night ’cause we went to a dinner and they had this big band type orchestra playing and the highlight of the night (NOT) was this: they hauled the ten Miss Minnesota candidates to the conference and had them introducing themselves and talking about their candadacy and their soft non-issue-laden platforms…what fun. Did I make any personal progress? Well yes. I met alot of people. LOTS. Most of them involved in city and community work, so they little or no expertise in my line of business. I did pass my card out to some folks who asked who I was but was careful not to put them on the table I was working at, thereby advertising myself. I was there to promote Organization X, not myself. I did get five new members signed up for the group, and handed out lots of material to those who were curious but not ready to sign up yet. Later that night all the booths went down and so did I, to the cash bar before hitting the last dinner, which was more of a formal affair. Didn’t get hooked up with some rich mama’s boy mayor or anything hot like that, so no nookie points, but all’s well that ends well, I s’pose.
well gollyyy… I just snatched up an at home net job, it is writing reviews for a very up-and-coming but nonetheless, live website for travelers, businesses, tourists, etc. and it’s gonna rock my world! I am for sure that it will be a challenge at first, because it is entirely different to what I’m doing right now to make a living, but I’m kinda excited to see how well I can do at this. Yeah. How’d that happen? Well the other night I was just looking around at job websites and I saw two so far that seemed attractive. They were both no-pay jobs but I was willing to do them ’cause they small and quick projects that would add to my portfolio, which needs some fattening, I’ll admit. One was an offsite job where they wanted someone to design their graphic logo and re-do the html for the main page. Very easy. I looked at the other one after that only to find out that they are in India. Well that doesn’t make any difference if it’s offsite work. Anyway before I got the offer yesterday, I posted replies to both of those two no pay ones and about seven others I thought I could handle. I’ve got the debt repayment program working set up and working now, I can’t tell you what a blessing it is to be able to use it.

Well that’s all my news for now, since I’ve gotta get up at 5:30 to go walking, I should be hittin’ it…

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It’s all good…so far Tonite I’ve got my bags packed and I’m ready to leave town tomorrow night after work, out further west to St. Cloud to take some time off work and help out at a conference that I’ve been invited to do some work at. A client that I do a website for has asked me to help work at the booth where their group is attending the conference. They need someone to work their table so the members of the organization can attend meetings and I’ll be glad to help out and perhaps toot my own horn, since I’ve got nothing better to do lately, LOL Well I’m excited a little bit..it should be fun. They are paying my hotel fare and meals and giving me some money to work for them on Thursday during meetings and stuff. I got my business cards all ready to pick up tomorrow on my way out and everything. I’m getting a ride from an old friend so it’s cool. Been busy lately, trying to get myself put back together. Trying to get more money under my belt by looking for more work, so far I got a PT evenings job hopefully lined up to start the week I get back and also gonna start a debt repayment program so things are looking up for me. Can’t wait to be off work the rest of the week. Hey, did I tell you this page has been all over the globe? Yup. From Wisconsin to New York to Cali, Canada and even to Sweden and Malaysia. Way freaky man, how small the world is.

Well, I’ve got to get to bed if I’m gonna be up extra early to finish some chores around the house before I go. I’m leaving right after work so I won’t be back ’til Friday or Saturday. Expect a big update this weekend. Niteynite.

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Having dinner, finally. mushy mac & cheese. you should never overcook this stuff. yum. what a way to top off a non-eventful, ho-hum weekend. I’m sitting here searching the web for PT work for the millionth time. I need to make more money ’cause I’m debt. who isn’t?

Just got done listening to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” and was thinking alot about life. In addition to PT work, I am also changing full time jobs. I had two interviews while I was on vacation but that’s not enough. I need to go on more and hopefully land something, and soon. I told the people at my job about my decision to find something that’s a ‘better fit’ and I all but gave them my leave notice. Luckily, they took it well and they’re even cool with me taking time off for interviews, if I need it. Strange. I was taking a big risk in doing that. Most places might say ‘okay then, see ya around’ and then tell you to leave. I guess I should be glad but I’m not ’cause now I am still working there but everyone knows it is a joke that I do, ’cause I don’t wanna be there.

I think I’m addicted to SuperMario3 because I find myself playing it on my NES emulator at least every other night. I also have some cute little Mario figurines on my monitor, that I salvaged from my parent’s basement, before they had the garage sale this summer.

My nephew thinks he’s the shit, now that he’s in kindergarten. It’s all I ever hear about. School this, school that. Well, good for him. I never liked school. Hopefully he’ll keep that attitude up for another 12 years. He’s gonna be a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger for halloween. Ten bucks for cheap fabric and a flimsy plastic mask. Could make that at home for about $4.00. Sheesh.

Other than all that, not much newsworthy going on around here. Back to the job search.

Later

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last night I had a very strange dream.
I was sitting in a cramped, slightly run down second floor apartment somewhere and was having a conversation with Matchbox 20’s Rob Thomas. Weird. turns out it was his place. who knows when THIS was, I’m sure, some kind of joke. I really could not imagine this. I was hanging around and the band was hanging around and could see me. This particular nite I had been asked to come over and so I did. One of the band members had come over later than the rest and he was really bummy looking. I could not identify him, for some reason his likeness was blurry. He had asked Rob if he knew where the fuck his case of Corona went, ’cause apparently he had left it there previously. no one said anything. Then I woke up.

Analyze that one. ???

by the way, since I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I accidentally deleted my entry for Monday, so I located it in the archives and here it is: 10.23 Unfortunately, this throws off my calendar flow and it is now a story, not an entry. Oh well. Thanks for being human and understanding. Posted by dayleeblog |

oof. back off of vacation but feeling a bit windblown and blistered, not to mention anxious and weary at the same time. It’s late so I know I need to go to bed but I am not all that tired. Let’s see if I can post this dang thing correctly. I’ve finally gotten all this xml and homepage flipping down pat. Sheesh. The things you have to learn just to be able to post your thoughts nowadays. Haha. Well it’s even later now than it was before and I really really really have to go to bed soon. Have another job interview tomorrow (damn…today), at a printing place in Minneapolis. Will blab incessently about it later.

niteynite

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Yes, I know it’s been forever since I’ve updated. Don’t even get me started. Let’s just say that I’ve been busy doing lots of nothing. I was sitting here on Sunday night at 9:20 pm feeling terribly lucky not to have to go to work tomorrow. I am on a week’s vacation. I have no real definite plans. Most of all I plan to go into next week with some real goals and plans of actions to suit them. I need a better job. I need more money. I need to get out of debt. I need to have some fun. I need to learn more. I need to love more. I need I need I need. God, I’m so needy. Later that day… Vacation sure seems to leave me beat. I’ve been off work since Monday, and I’ve being busy! ya take time off to relax and look what happens…every time, too. well, I may have a new job up my sleeve. we’ll see what happens. The rest of this week, I have lots of errands to run. I need to renew my state i.d. and go donate plasma, take some more pc tests for my temp agency’s records and a whole bunch of other stuff. My sis and I went to the grocery store today and if that’s not a huge chore, I don’t know what is. I am willing to PAY anyone to do this for me. I hate it with a bloody passion. I am putting all my archives into blogger format now, so be patient with me. From first glance, this blogger.com seems to be helping me alot with my posts. I am the most untidy person when it comes to this crap, so let’s see how this goes.

I have a crapload of things to do and cross off my list so I have to run but I’ll be back.

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Yes, I know it’s been forever since I’ve updated. Don’t even get me started. Let’s just say that I’ve been busy doing lots of nothing. I was sitting here on Sunday night at 9:20 pm feeling terribly lucky not to have to go to work tomorrow. I am on a week’s vacation. I have no real definite plans. Most of all I plan to go into next week with some real goals and plans of actions to suit them. I need a better job. I need more money. I need to get out of debt. I need to have some fun. I need to learn more. I need to love more. I need I need I need. God, I’m so needy. Later that day… Vacation sure seems to leave me beat. I’ve been off work since Monday, and I’ve being busy! ya take time off to relax and look what happens…every time, too. well, I may have a new job up my sleeve. we’ll see what happens. The rest of this week, I have lots of errands to run. I need to renew my state i.d. and go donate plasma, take some more pc tests for my temp agency’s records and a whole bunch of other stuff. My sis and I went to the grocery store today and if that’s not a huge chore, I don’t know what is. I am willing to PAY anyone to do this for me. I hate it with a bloody passion. I am putting all my archives into blogger format now, so be patient with me. From first glance, this blogger.com seems to be helping me alot with my posts. I am the most untidy person when it comes to this crap, so let’s see how this goes.

I have a crapload of things to do and cross off my list so I have to run but I’ll be back.

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news:
I will be updating very soon, with the promise of a fresh new start and new design. If you see this as a post for 10/16/00 on a white table with a funky new blue-green background (which I made myself, thank you), then you are looking at the new site. I kinda just moved this post to the front page. www.blogger.com has made me feel good so far about posting updates, we’ll see how if I like using their templates. I still have to upload my old stuff to the new server and crap. Thanks for your patience during this aggrivating process. keep smiling or whatever.

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You are a Puerto Rican

You are a Puerto Rican

You are a Puerto Rican

Why do they keep letting this guy have roles in movies? He’s a worse actor than Daryl Hannah! I mean Daryl Hannah’s at least pretty…at best, they could just put a still picture of her on the TV once in awhile, but please don’t let her try to act.

But I digress…back to Freddy: He could never replace his dad. Ever. And how come the Scooby Doo filmmakers couldn’t get a better ‘Fred’?
Dude, Matthew Lillard would have been a much better pick for the role. Christ, even Mr. T would have been a better pick.

And then there’s Sarah Michelle Gellar, aka Buffy. Scratch that, I’ll just call her “Buffy”. Let me ask two questions: HOW did such a shitty movie as “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” get to be such a popular series? And about Buffy & Freddy Prinze, Jr: Are these two the Bobsey Twins? They have been in 3 movies together already. Are they joined at the hip? Personally, I find this to be very annoying. I realize the director of Scooby Doo wanted a ‘real-life hollywood couple’ to play Fred & Daphne but I *could not* be constantly around my fiance, although I love him to pieces, we both need space. I would think every couple on the planet does.

PS – if you like Matthew Lillard you HAVE TO see SLC Punk!! That was the first movie I ever saw him in…it’s one of my faves and it is on the list of my all-time faves, among Clerks, Fight Club, Swingers, Goodfellas, Trainspotting, and True Romance.

*Ahem*

Moving along…

ABC bleeps out ‘Jesus’!
Were you watching this when it happened? What were you thinking? It’s one of my favorite shows but alas, I missed this episode. Of course, even if I had seen the show, I would not have heard a ‘bleep’ on my TV, because apparently this censoring was only done to the West Coast feed of the show.

ABC once again proves they are feeding the overly sensitive PC freaks. Only in this case, they have not just simply been politically correct. Like Elizabeth Swasey, spokeswoman for the Media Research Center, says, “It is political correctness run amok,” ABC feeds babies, walks them hand in hand and changes their shitty diapers. Look in the Webster-Merriam for the definition of ‘babysitter’ and you’ll see their stupid logo right next to it.

Their excuse for the bleep is this: “Under the circumstances, we were concerned it would be offensive to our audience,” says ABC spokeswoman Julie Hoover. The network has no problem with Jesus Christ’s name if it is used in a “prayerful and respectful manner.”, but ABC does not allow Jesus’ name to be used in an exclamation.

Day Lee notes: Yes, Julie, perhaps most folks who watch ABC would be offended. However, the audience that watches “The View” and the audience that trusts and buys into your commie B.S. that is on other shows and in your newscasts, are two different ones.

Jeffy Falwell shit his pants when he learned about this. In a newspaper article, he wrote, “ABC’s action was wrong. What makes it worse, is that many cable television networks are habitually blasphemous,” and, “Conservative Catholics and evangelical Christians are expected to accept this double standard and keep our mouths shut.”

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Today I was looking for a copy of the Scooby Doo movie poster and bumped into It’s All A Dream.

The site: There’s an action figure theater! Wonderful concept, though I’m sure it’s been done a dozen times…

The author: Scared to death of Peeps™ marshmallow Easter Candy (them with their beedy little evil eyes) and he loves comics and traveling around with his friend, Jean Luc Picard.. Incidentally, I loved this site and will be back for sure. Go take a look!

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Was just reading an ABCNEWS.com story ‘A New ‘Forbidden Dance’ at L.A. Schools’ which talks about the ‘Crip’ walk. Apparently, it’s something that has been around for decades but has come back into vogue because kids think it’s fun to ‘clown’ doing it. Which is a good thing, I’m sure, to make fun of gangbangers..hey, it’s my second hobby, LOL

In any case, get caught doing it at Crenshaw High in South Central L.A., and you’ll get suspended. For those of you looking for a quick way out of school (even though for most of US, school is out), here’s the instruction video.

Speaking of videos, here’s my new favorite music video: http://homepage.mac.com/jcarusone/iMovieTheater2.html

I’m hungry and sort of busy doing some eBay stuff right now…so I gotta go. I’ll be back later…in the meantime, you can visit my friends over at this page.

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Watching web porn is ‘cheating’? [-Via VNUNet]
Leading US relationship advisor Dr Phillip McGraw has hit out at users of internet porn, insisting that it is cheating on their partners. McGraw, who offers advice to millions of Americans on Oprah Winfrey’s TV show, said that women should not put up with their partners looking at web porn, which he described as an addiction.

“Addicts give lame justifications for their behaviour like: ‘It’s harmless’, or ‘Everybody’s doing it’. By doing this, they ignore the effect their problem is having on the people around them,” he said. With more than 17.5 million users visiting internet porn sites from their homes every month, McGraw’s statement could result in more domestic confrontations.

“This behavior is not OK, it’s not even almost OK. This habit is a perverse and ridiculous intrusion into your relationship,” he advised partners of porn ‘addicts’. He told people not to put up with excuses such as ‘All men look at porn’, or ‘It’s just the internet’. This attitude speaks volumes about the health of the relationship, he said. A partner has to choose what’s more important to them: pornography or the relationship.

day lee notes: Dr. Phil is THE biggest asshole that ever lived if he actually takes this to heart. In my own personal experience, porn actually puts *spice* into my love life. My fiancee loves me to pieces and he’s really turned on by me. HOWEVER….I know this is really personal but *ahem*–porn actually inspires him to keep our romance exciting.

I think the people Dr. Phil is referencing here are those folk who use porn as a substitute for a great relationship…i.e. Joe Schmoe and his wife never work out their communication problems and hold grudges or something is amiss and so their sexual drive for each other is low or nill–so he uses porn and his wife cries ‘that’s cheating!’

Am I off the mark here? Men–send me some feedback on this. I’m right aren’t I? All men DO look at porn, and it IS just the internet. Dr. Phil’s got his head up his ass.

Don’t you all agree? Men, women–alike…let me know

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My friend Spike has BARBIE JELL-O!

Um okay, I’m a dork.

Seriously tho…you should go read what he’s got to say. Barrel of fun, I tell you.

Gotta get back to work…stay tuned for a HUGE update in a couple of days.

Luvs & Kisses,
-beej

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This man has two penises!

You heard me right. In one of my email newsletters yesterday, they published this:

As many people know, men tend to think that the bigger their penis is, the more masculine they are. I’m sure you’ve heard this some time or another. Well, since we deal with a lot of freaks here at the Way Weird, I met another freak this past Sunday in Boston, MA. I was scheduled to interview Charles Grampier, the only known man who can actually make a sandwich using his gluts. He cancelled on me, but told me to call his brother Randel. I met up with Randel, and the first thing he did was pull down his pants and told me to look at his penises.

During an interview, Randel said that it has always been difficult for him to meet women having a “Two headed bloodhound that craves female city meat.” Randel also stated that he wanted help finding a female who would be interested in dating him, and he wrote the following message to you ladies out there:

“Hello you sweet gals out there. I have been born with a treasure, not of gold, but of flesh. Where most men only have one single member, I have two. It is very difficult for a man with two gentle penises to find a woman that will want to date him because they think he’s a freak. I can give you women the same as a one penised man can, and obviously, even more. I also like to back pack, hike, play piano, and write poetry. If you want to date a man that will hold you when you are sad, and will drive you to work in the morning, then please contact me.”

Okay ladies, if you would like to meet Randel Grampier please go to www.twistedhumor.com and click on Way Weird so you can write to them and they’ll make this match making process a reality.

I’ll be damned. They are actually taking letters!
Okay that’s all I’ve got for now…I’ve got to get back to work. Yes, WORK.

buhh byee

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