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I doooon’t wanna work! I just wanna bang on de drum all day… Happiness is ___________. (fill in the blank here) Sometimes I wonder about people… Just something I’ve been thinking about for awhile, that’s all. Do you find yourself wondering the same thing? I mean, we’re all here for one thing and that is to live and prosper and be happy, right? But I have DAYS, you know, where I feel like “What is there for me to be happy about?” I mean, I find that alot of people in this world seem happy but after all is said and done, and they go home each night, these people are the ones who call their relatives or go to www.soandso.com and go into the bulletin boards and newsgroups and bitch and moan and bawl about their personal problems. First sunshine, then rain. Who are they kidding? I for one, would like to know. How is this possible? Or even healthy? I don’t take this approach or condone it. I mean, let’s say that I’m in this mood where I’m not exactly counting my blessings and feeling like ‘it’s all good’, right? But on the other hand, I’m not excactly bitter for any specific reason. In this case, you would NOT see me smiling all day to beat the band when I’m not happy, but I also don’t bite everyone’s heads off if I ain’t. So how do you find a balance? I just try to remain calm and nonchalant whenever possible.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making any sense here. Maybe I should get back to work.

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Seems like just yesterday I started my job. Now I look back and I see that it’s been two years and too long. I’ve been saying these things to myself for awhile now but last Thursday I had resolved that no matter what (well, almost) I would get a different job. I’ve had only two interviews and have been to three temporary work agencies. Until I find something suitable, I’ll tempwork in the meantime and see what else breaks through.
On a lighter, furrier note: Tonight I had a mouse in the house! Just what I need…even spiders give me the willies, so you can imagine I was a bit stirred up, to say the very least. My sister and I were sitting and chatting at my desk, she was in the middle of typing out an email to a friend an that’s when she flinched. I saw her look to her left very quickly and then she turned her head back forward and made a quick little facial expression like she saw a ghost. I grabbed her arm and demanded to know if she had seen something and she casually denied it (afterward, she admits she only said so because she didn’t want me to think she was flippin’ out) and then I said “Is it a mouse?” to which she said “No, it’s nothing”. She changed her mind not two seconds later because there he was, just a baby, looking up at us and chewing on something. I let out a couple of ‘eek’ sounds and we left pretty quickly in search of her hubby. HE’D get it for us! Little did we expect him to be sitting on the couch in his skivees, watching a tape of Thursday’s WWF show. Reluctant, I managed to crawl back home and call the caretaker, who was over a few minutes later and was plenty eager to catch the dirty varmit. And so he did. Now I can rest.

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Tonite I am finally able to relax. Although there is so much bad stuff going on with people in my life I do feel a bit guilty about coming home and just chillin’. I’m gonna unload Thursday night on ya ’cause after my update I went and watched ER, even though I hardly ever watch that show, I just did. It had me bawling when the little girls’ mother died. Big deal. People die on that show every week, don’t they? Then I called Shan’s house to find out how her hospital visit the other night went. She wasn’t home. Her brother’s fiancee answered the phone and told me that she was in the hospital again and wasn’t going to tell me why. When I told her that my sister and I were the ones who brought her in on Wednesday night for the back pains, she thought about it for a second, and then said that Shan was in the hospital for something else. She had a nervous breakdown and was going to be there for awhile. I told her thank you and hung up. A breakdown? Surprised? You bet. But she had good reason, I’m sure! This girl has been dealt a shitty hand, let me tell you. I can’t even go into details right now about her if you don’t already know. I was very upset at learning this. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I think now that mostly I was sad and confused, to say the least. Then after that, I talked to my mom. She said she had to go to a funeral for a man who was kind of young to have died of lung cancer, which is what my grandmother is dying of. She’s got maybe until July, so the doctors say, which brings me to recap the weekend.
On Friday I went down to Waterville, Minn., to my parent’s travel trailer they’ve got set up at a summer resort . Stayed there Friday and Saturday all day and it was a bit chillier than normal. I did get to visit alot with my folks and their friends that were there for the weekend. Then on Sunday morning, we went up to visit Grandma and my aunt and uncle, who planned for our surprise visit and lunch for Mother’s Day. From the last few times I visited Grandma, I have to say that she looks fabulous and I don’t believe it when they tell me she’s not going to be around much longer. All this talk about death and cancer and whatnot has got me sad lately and I don’t know what to think. On a different subject, I know that I’m staying at my current job for now, but I’m keeping my options open. There is a position available at a bank downtown and I’ve got an interview on Friday with the VP. She seems nice and I’ve been told by an insider (who is also a friend) that it is a pleasant place to work and I know there will be more money (what could that hurt?) so I am hoping to get it, just for a change of scenery. I’ll let you know more later. Tomorrow I’m having friends over for a birthday dinner and then Thursday I need to go shopping and visit with my sis, it’s been awhile.

Well it’s getting late once again and I’ve got to get to bed but I’ll be back later.

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The kitties next door are in love with me. They can see me from their perch and follow me with their heads as I move from one room to another in my apartment…it is so endearing. They’re windowsill hunters, too. They sit and watch all the birds and squirrels and bugs with such a fierce interest that they almost seem like they’re gonna go after one. hello old friend…it’s been awhile On Wednesday night I went with a friend to dinner at the Chart House restaurant in Lakeville since she had an extra seat available. Very good chicken. Pretty good salad. Unfortunately, it meant I didn’t get home until late because we had to stop at her parents’ house for something. Man, I haven’t been HOME enough ALL WEEK and it’s only gonna be worse ’cause I am going out of town all this weekend and won’t be home ’til Sunday. To top that off, I had my alarm clock set incorrectly and kept waking up later than usual and had no time for a shower two days in a row. Gross, I know, but whaddya gonna do? (I’m making a mental note right now to pack a bar of soap, some shampoo and a towel to leave in my desk at work, since there’s showers in the basement at the office building for people who jog or bike to work). This week, Monday night I had to go run errands and didn’t get home until late and then Tuesday night I went to Shan’s house. Turns out that she had to go into the hospital for back pains. After her car accident this winter, the doc had to runs some tests and that included a CAT scan and a spinal tap, one side effect being terrible back pain afterward. Let me tell you that you NEVER want to have one of those done. When I was nine, I was in the hospital for a week with a bout of near meningitis and I had to endure one of those and had pain for days afterward. The kind of pain you don’t forget. Anyway I like to AT LEAST get online to update my journal and read my email so you can imagine how geeked I was tonite to finally sit down and surf for an hour or so. bug soup: One night that I WAS home though, for a little while at least, was Tuesday. I did get home kind of early for dinner at least. It was 8:30 and I decided to make spaghetti. I put on a pot of water to boil and figured it had been awhile since I changed the bulb in the range hood above the stove. Well you know there is a white plastic guard over the light bulb there on most of those? I knew it was there but I always could reach the bulb underneath. All the other times, I never moved the guard and always just changed the bulb. Well that night I saw that there was a small place where the guard could be disconnected and hang from a little hinge. I grabbed the guard and pulled it from the slot and let the guard drop so that I could change the bulb. It was cool, ’cause I always thought that the way I always used to do it was kinda hard. When I was done I snapped the guard back into place and went about my business. It wasn’t long before I saw the tiny old, dried up carcasses of a few small dead flies and gnats floating at the top of the almost boiling water in my beloved clean pot! I guess they had been lying in that damned lightbulb guard I never flipped back before, ISH! Ohmygosh, I never scrubbed a pot as hard or for as long! Did I tell you about my adventure at the public library? Yeah, well that was the night I went to dinner with my friend Cheryl after work. Well, I get off around five and she had some stuff to finish up and was staying at her job until six so that left me with an hour to kill downtown. I figured since I already had two books checked out. I just finished one, and hadn’t started the other one yet but it was a hard find so since they were due soon I was gonna go renew them, and perhaps update my journal on the web in their computer lab. Since I haven’t been to this branch in about three years, I was unaware of their new hours. Turned out the were about to close and I all but got roughed up when I waltzed in the door to hang out and check out the computer lab. The LIBRARY! of all places! The security guard was right inside the door and informed me that they were closing in five minutes. me: “Five minutes? Jeez…I haven’t been here in awhile. Darn. I wanted to hang out a little. You guys used to be open until six. I had no idea. Mister Security Guard: “Yes, we close at five-thirty.” “Oh, okay, well can I at least go in and renew these books?” says I. Mister Security Guard: “Sure. Hey, you could have done that over the phone, you know.” me: “Yeah, I know, I’ve done it before but like I said I didn’t know about the hours being different and I planned on staying for a while.” Mister Security Guard: “Yeah, you can do that now. Just call the main number and ask.” me: “I know. Like I said, I hadn’t been here in awhile.” The woman at the book return and checkout counter hears us talking, and I’m sure she’s heard our conversation. She looks just like Marian the Librarian from Music Man, only with an attitude and somewhat more of a 90’s hairdo and attire. I have to supress a giggle. I ask her from where the guard and I are standing if she can renew the books for me. Marian Librarian: “Alright, just step right over here and I can help you.” me: “Here’s my card, I know they’re not due until the 22nd but I figured since I was coming by already…” Marian: “Yes, well do you use the renewal over the phone option? You could have just done that, you know.” me: “Yes, but I was just over there telling you guys that I was unaware of the closing time tonight.” Marian: “Oh. You were? Well. Fine. (all snotty like)” Good Lord. I wanted badly to pound her face in, but I kept myself in check. She knew, AND she heard me. She just wanted to take her shitty day out on ME. Well I ain’t havin’ it. Bitch.

Well it’s getting late so I’ll git goin and see if I can manage one more day this week. I’ll be back next week with more…

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Cinco de Mayo Tonight after some dinner and an episode of “Providence” (*don’t ask my why I watched it…I don’t even like it that much), I move with my book to the frontmost part of the livingroom, (which I call the ‘front porch’, probably because it used to be one) and read for what seems to be a long time. It is an unusually humid and warm night for this time of year which makes me only wonder with dread what July will bring. I detest hot, sticky weather and am determined that when I can afford to, I will eventually live someplace where it never gets warmer than 70 and so far I like the idea of cool, grey London, rainy Seattle and San Francisco, with it’s cool bay winds, although I know San Fran can get warm too. I have been to the latter (it was in May about ten years ago) but have never visited the other two. Anyway, the whole rest of the house is very warm and still and so there I sit, gradually becoming aware of feeling a little sweaty, and of how dark it is getting, since I keep tilting my book more toward the fading light. Later tonite I’m supposedly going to meet up with Cheryl, and her friend Tiesha and we don’t exactly have any plans, or money, for that matter, and it’s not really for sure whether we’re getting together but she said she’d call around 7-ish. Well it’s way past ish now and I got up from my book perch to step outside where I hope to cool off a bit. I saunter out onto the atrium, barefoot, armed with my cordless phone and I fight with a light wind out of nowhere, to light a cigarette. I smoke for a few minutes but I don’t stay for long because soon I am afraid someone will lock the front door on me before I can come back in. I go back in and read some more of my Laurie Fox novel, of which I can’t seem to get enough. I am now hell-bound to get my hands on and read everything of hers if it kills me. I am inspired by her characters, although they are based people from her real life, I am in love with them and their plights. Is plights a word? I don’t know. My God, I just now notice all the traffic and wonder where the hell it is coming from but then I realize that I am very near the ‘West Suh-IIDE’, where, as you may or may not know, many of St. Paul’s Mexican-Americans reside, who, I’m sure are all out galavanting and whoo hoo-ing, full of cerveza and bad intentions. Perhaps if my plans fall through, I will ride the bus down there and see what kind of trouble I can get into. Haha…I kill me. As IF. Like I’m some kind of puta on a mission. Damn. I don’t have much else to share tonite but perhaps I will en la manana. I suppose I’d better get offline now, before Cheryl pulls up (I hope) and tosses a brick into my window w/a note attached that says ‘get OFFLINE!’ Stranger things have happened.

“..and it’s too late baby, now its too late/though we really did try to make it/something inside has died/and I can’t hide and I can’t fake it” -Carole King

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Already sunday night….I hate that.

Hey, one of my icq pals just told me Robert Downey, Jr. was arrested again…damn him. Had I met him a decade ago, this never woulda happened. Yes I’m THAT good. I can rehabilitate anyone and anything. I grow on people. I have ways of changing their lives. I taught Tony Robbins all he knows, man…

Just updated my wish list. I’m sure you’re all running to your wallets right now! BUM RUSH!

Good golly it’s late already… I’m probably going to go to bed early.

nite nite

3:32pm I missed the bus.

Oh well. guess I’ll be late for work today.

I am pretty close to just calling in. haven’t decided on that quite yet. I DO need to eat something yet today, however, which will make me even later, should I decide to go to work. coffee was of highest priority this morning and then I got a bit distracted doing other things. back later, taters

4:48pm

Guess what? I didn’t go to work. are you surprised? instead I decided to eat something and surf some more, a thing I’m very good at. I could sit here and read stuff all day. today was very productive in this respect since I visited alot of noteworthy sites:

Laughing:

spike’s sandbox is worth looking at.

Also go look at ++diarrheah britannica++. it’s like buttah, baby.

Listening & looking

check out my girl krys’s musicblog. we both have bad (we think it’s good) taste in music so if you don’t like it, TOO BAD!

Learning

I have been fiddling around with Flash. hope I can master it, so’s I can keep up with the Joneses of the web design world and mostly ’cause it’s fun.

Searching

octopus is a fun and easy to use tool that works on multiple browsers. I found some goofy search results when I entered my name! anyway, try it out and never go to one search engine site again.

Writers/bloggers/diarists, unite!

go get your post on in the bulletin board at Diarist.net, dammit! I’m there as Bbojojo. say ‘hi’ when you see me, or something.

This is kinda fun…index your weblog according to your’s or your weblog’s overall personality type. perhaps yet another good way to find other people like you. look here for more on where to index yours.

Haha. I’m not a self-proclaimed writer but I find myself writing shit all the time. today, someone who knows this but decided I was special enough (awww, how sweet) just invited me to join theTypewriters.com. I dunno much about it, hafta go visit it yet. I’ll keep you posted on it though.

By the way

I hate writing code. I dream it, type it, and find I have to use it regularly. however, when it comes to ASP and XML/javaScript, I find I have a bit of difficulty. Today a 16-yr old was teasing me about it, so now I have to master it to prove that I can! Right now I’m looking to create an ASP based script to generate a hit counter and site statistics function. This is probably not going to be easy for me to do but I chose this as the first project because I find the demand for this type of function has grown. If anyone out there has any pointers or resources on this topic, let me know and I’ll give you a prize or something. Maybe I’ll put you on my christmas shopping list.

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7:25pm

Go, Go, Go to http://www.davidgagne.net Read all about it. I luv it, I luv it, I luv it. want to spread it on a cracker. just like I told him so.

home for the holiday. yippee. oh, but wait. I gotta upgrade my IE to 5.5. God forbid I crash something or my java doesn’t work JUST RIGHT, while on this oh holy happy one-day sabbatical (yes, I have to work Friday, Saturday AND Sunday). I’m hoping to spread myself really thin and have to end up at Workaholics Anonymous meetings, drinking perrier with a twist and chainsmoking while rubbing elbows with uppitty businesswomen slash Girl Scout leaders slash PTA chair type soccer moms, and dads who engage in brow-beating their kids to overachieve but are at the office 18 hours a day.

but hark! look what I’m faced with when I’m done downloading the upgrade and ready to install!

look at what I get when I go to look for tech support! Bill’s gay-ass ‘oh, hi, I put my pants on one leg at a time, too you know’ page. fuck me.

going to mom’s house now, for the festivities. hoo. rah.

Willard Scott and Katie Couric are going to be way too perky for me, bright and early tomorrow, ’cause I plan on being hung over with a capital ‘H’….it’s just been THAT kind of week. Week? LOL it’s not even over yet. Speaking of drinks…best place to search for cocktail and beverage recipes is here.

I’m out.nite-nite
12:17am

Click on the monkey and WIN!

who gives a shit anymore?

Not me.

the who cares haiku: can’t laugh. hell, can’t smile why even bother at all

it is just useless

bed is where i really want to be. i’ll send a postcard…

toodles

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Made a $250 commissioned sale tonight…only my second one in six days but good enough, for now.

Something old but funny to read.

off to bed!

nite-nite

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Hey there cats & kittens…
happy sunday. vikings won again, whoo hoo!

today it’s been snowing all day here in St. Paul. i just got back from lunching with mom and getting some grocery shopping done. plus I’ve got LOADS of laundry to wash but I’ll be back soon. in the meantime, here is something to show your 13 year old daughters…

later, taters

howdy, folks before I go on and on and on, I just wanna say that it is DRAFTY in this mofer tonight….

*teeth chattering*

got home from job #2 late, as usual. didn’t make any sales, but then again, I can’t sell a plastic baggie to a dude walking his dog in the park. I am never sleepy when I get home and have the tendancy to sit on the phone or surf the net while catching a rebroadcast of the Daily Show so’s I can keep up with the news and whatnot.

things to ponder:

Bill Shatner spouting lyrics to cheesy long-forgotten Dionne Warwick songs in a lounge singer style manner, with a unwittingly pitied house band behind him, does not a good tv commerical make. if I see another one i WILL hurl. This is just as obnoxious, if not more, than the one with the kid who burps the alphabet, for god knows what product/service they are advertising. I have forgotten already.

also, what’s happened to customer service? do not, I repeat, do NOT go to Qwest.com if you are considering switching phone companies or DSL providers. if there is a prize for a marathon RUN-A-ROUND, these people won it. In a time span of seven minutes I went from dialing the phone to LOST in the GD woods.

Initially I was greeted by the usual BS automated menu system, at which I was given several prompts, none of which really suited my call. This is where you have to decide just WHICH messed up department you need to speak to, depending on the nature of your call. You always think, “…well no, I should really press ‘4’ because I want to get a credit on my account since I never use this, but then again, I need to go to ‘8’ because I returned the equipment and need to get credit for that also.” So while you’re thinking these things you are like, “Well I don’t want to get the wrong department and get a pissed off person and then really get screwed…” so you just pick one. Three minutes later you get a LIVE PERSON *gasp!* who gives you a different 800 number to call. You’re almost gracious and are lead into believing you have gotten ‘the HOOK UP’ or something, LOL. After speaking with *gasp!* anothe LIVE PERSON, you are then given anothe phone number, which is totally different but you think, “well, they know what they are doing, right?” Some couple minutes later you find you have called 4 different phone numbers, 2 of which are the same, and you are somehow BACK to the main number you called in the first place. ARRRGGGGGHHHH! Smoke break! Do you scream or just cry? I nearly did both. Finally I was put through to the right person and had my problem solved. Or so I thought. They had billed me for DSL I don’t even use. They said they’d adjust my account and note it in the system. Today I get a disconnection notice. Go friggin’ figure.

did you know that N’Sync is STILL the #1 most searched-for item in the category of ‘music’ in the internet search engines? True. Saw it at mamma.com.

Last, but certainly NOT least, the BIGGEST thing to ponder remains: Who the HELL let the dogs out??!!!

noteworthy (or not) sites I caught tonight:

Cartoon Chicks I Wanna Nail I read everything on this site and all I can say is M-kay. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

quoteland.com will fulfill your every quotation need, from Mae West to Woody Allen to Willie Shakespeare. Knock thyself out, knave.

We’re Hosed This guy’s actually kinda funny but his recipes are the best thing on the site, IMHO*

badassmofo.com has all your latest news about bad ass mo fo’s, I guess…funny stuff anyway. Something to read while freezing to death over here.

And then there’s killyourtv.com, which lately features nuttin’ but people pissing and moaning about the election, but give it a couple days…still something else to read. a bit of fun.

Of course anyone who’s a fan of South Park has been to Mr. Hat’s Hellhole but just in case you haven’t yet, here it is. Screw you guys, I’m going to bed.

nitey nite.

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my mood earlier this evening allowed me to be uninhibited enough to post this. I took the pics a couple nights ago, to test the lighting in my office since I got a different lamp in here. hey! chapstick weather is just around the corner. these will be reminders of how nice my lips CAN be. btw: these are au naturel…I don’t DO makeup unless I’ve got a damned good reason.

got so much going on right now, but I’ll be sure to update later.

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WILD THING

you make my heart SING

You make EVERrrr-thaang

grooooovvvvy

where did that come from?

*looks around the room*

my life sucks. I need a new one

maybe these guys will buy me one.

anybody got any offers?

I’ve already checked the junk mail and the classifieds.

I think I just need somebody to love.

*gasp*

oh NO. did I say that? wtf is wrong with me?

tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode, my heart will be guest-starring.

PS: this is utterly, repugnantly repulsive

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Kind of a crazy weekend!
more about that later.

I gotta get me one of these!

hey, check this out: http://www.wiggeroftheweek.com & http://www.bonkeyoftheweek.com how sad is this, I ask?

How to Hide The Fact That You’re Mr. T From Your Co-workers is a link I saw at http://www.wannabegirl.org, so I do not take credit in finding it. Nonetheless it’s entertaining.

well hell, as much as I’d like to sit here and post more fun and games, I really need to get to bed.

nite nite

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7:11pm it is cold here in my apartment.

I’m pissed ’cause I asked the landlord to look into it on thursday. crap.

I need to go to the store and get cigarettes.

not that this people needs any more hits or anything, but go check this out http://iam.bmezine.com

It’s pretty interesting, to say the least

back later buhh byee

4:00pm

boo!

hey guess what…it’s a little after 3pm and I have only been up for a while. I went to bed about 3:30am last night and slept IN….like you wouldn’t believe. my eyes fluttered open this morning and I looked at my alarm clock. 7:22am. SHIT! that’s the time my bus arrives to take me to work. crap crap crap. I must’ve sworn about a dozen times, peeled my clothes off and all but ran to the bathroom so I could get in the shower. late is okay, I’ll just call in and tell the guys at the office that I overslept. in the bathroom, I sat there for a second and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and then it occured to me…it’s saturday, WHOO HOO!!!!!!!! back to bed, with a capital B. ahhh…it don’t get no betta den dat.

Then the weirdest dream came to me as I lay there and slept the morning and the early afternoon away. it was very bizarre. I was taken back to a time before my own, sometime back in the 1930’s. I was in some sort of museum, it was very gray and old and I dunno, kind of like a morbid feel to the whole place, as though I were at some sort of old Polish Holocaust museum. like I said, it was very bizarre. in the dream I was being ushered around this strange place. I cannot recall any of the scenes up until the room I describe below. I also cannot place who it was that was guiding me, nor the words they said. unlike what happened in real life, in my dream I am told that my grandfather’s parents, at the time when they were young adults, were in two separate car accidents, both occuring the same day, and all their belongings were put into this room sized glass case. it was made to resemble an apartment they shared (I don’t this was the case in real life). the glass case ‘room’ was separated into two distinct sides, not necessarily divided rooms, though. one side was supposed to represent my grandfather’s mother’s side and the other, his father’s. here is the most strange thing of all that stuck out in the dream: among all their belongings, in the front-most part of the display case (room) were two gurneys, one on each side of the room. on the left gurney, wrapped in a wool blanket, not unlike those gray, itchy, standard army issue style ones, was the dead body of a woman, supposedly my grandfather’s mother. her body looked like it was retreived from the accident scene only moments or hours before, and there were no obvious signs of broken bones, no disfigurement, not even a scratch on her face. on the right gurney wrapped in the same kind of blanket, was the body of a man who I guess was supposed to be my grandfather’s father, his body bent out of shape from a car wreck, and most of his face missing. all I remember after that was that somehow I was allowed into the case, where I inspected their belongings with the curiousity of a snoop. I read handwritten notes, sifted through junk in a dresser drawer, touched their clothing and shoes. saw old toiletries and personal things. at one time I remember picking up a can and I shook out some ladies’ perfurmed talcum powder into my palm and put it on my neck. that was when I woke up around 1pm and to this moment it is all very vivid in my mind. bizarre!

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election day.

cold rainy icky day. survived it though.

went and did my civic duty. lah-di-frickin’ dah.

go see this cool free stuff site: http://slimgirl.kinktastic.nu

back later, taters…

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Hey there, hi there, ho there.

Well today it is as rainy as ever. this morning I woke up at 7 and got ready to go out and my friend and I went to the post office ’cause they had a job ad posted in the paper for holiday work. when we got there they said there was no such thing. what a waste of my morning.

Last night we left the gym and had dinner. she makes good meatloaf. we rented ‘Being John Malkovich” and I enjoyed it quite a bit. I’ll have to get myself a copy for the tape collection. I need to see the end again because it was a bit confusing.

Well I’ve got to run back out into the rain again because I have an appointment at 1pm in downtown minneapolis and if I don’t hurry I’ll be late.

Back later.

10:23 pm

okay, I lied. I have ONE animated graphic on my site. But who could resist my lil Mario, dancin’?!

gosh, I guess I’m a little bit more chipper tonight than I was earlier. I’m sure it took a couple hours for me to thaw out. you didn’t wanna mess with me earlier. even though I took the day off I found it was very hard to relax today. after I went back out this morning around 11:30 I got very wet and cold and couldn’t get it out of my system until after dinner tonite. I went out to another temp agency (I should be the temp agency poster child, for chrissakes) and did all their friggin’ paper work, testing and whatnot and then missed my bus.

so all day I was nasty to anyone who got in my way. It’s kinda weird how little things can change your mood for the rest of the day. good thing I’m feeling better now. anyway this possible position I’m checking into at this agency is for some admin asst. work at a prestigious post secondary educational institution in downtown Minneapolis and I’m far too excited. I know I need to squelch that because I’ve been there and done that before, only to be let down. shit hurts I guess. gotta pick my ass up, brush it off and start anew. whatever.

even though it’s late I am nowhere near tired and I would like to skip out on job du jour tomorrow. it ain’t happenin’, so I’m gonna hafta get myself ready for bed and face the music. yummy. I can’t wait for dessert.

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today I am beat. last night a girl I work with and I decided to go out for drinks and see what else we could get into and we didn’t get home until 4am. I woke up around 9am to tell her she had better get ready to go home ’cause she had to go to church. I only got about 4 hours sleep. that’s when you start to feel your age. sheesh.

Radio free virgin player sucks, for the most part, and although the track assortment is aplenty, and the sound is cd-quality, the interruptions due to connection buffering seems non-stop so the playback is not that pleasant.

hey, when you were kids, have any of you ever seen this film back in school? I remember it fondly and I want a copy (it’s out of print right now).

well I’m about to go pack a bag. going to go to the gym w/Cheir and have dinner. I’m off work tomorrow so I’ll probably stay overnight.

PS – I had a sexual dream about another female the other night….what the hell is that about?

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Uff da.

It was after nine when I got home tonight. I had been out since 6:30 this morning and was ON all day. Sometimes I get tired of being ON all day. Sometimes I just wanna go home and sit on the couch and scratch my butt in front of MTV.

So tonite after working nine hours I have to take a side trip out to Minneapolis for a PT job interview. Late getting there. Met with Joe. W. Corporate. Met with Miss Mary So-and-So. Got lost leaving interview. Walked 6 blocks to assumed bus stop. No posted sign. Kept walking. Maybe they moved it. Walked total of ten blocks out of way to new bus stop (detoured due to construction). Wasted 25 minutes–easy, waiting for bus to St. Paul. Got very very windblown. Got bored. Got tired. One can only shift into so many different positions while standing, waiting for a bus. Came to conclusion that riding the bus in Minneapolis is like Christmas. It comes once a year. Got to downtown St. Paul in the rain. Waited for bus number 2 in cold glass shelter, poring through City Pages for more job opportunity, simultaneously trying to avoid the personals and ‘massage’ service ads (they’re in the back but so are the classifieds and one can easily run smack into them) which are so sleazy that even they would shock a Lake Street prostitute. Got off at mini mart, formerly owned by sister’s best friend’s uncle’s second wife, now owned by two very sexy but very stupid and shady young Lebanese men. Bought pizza, carton of milk, loaf of bread. Walked home. Was assaulted by overabundance of mail (crap) practically falling out of box. Threw new crap onto table, on top of 6 days’ worth of previously received crap. Put pizza in oven. Picked up phone and checked voicemail. Skipped 4 messages (crap) and ignored older crap still sitting there waiting to be deleted. Hung up. Sat down at table. Looked through crap. Burnt pizza. Picked off some of the pepperoni off the top and ate it. Threw the rest away. Pondered what to do next. Looked through college course guide and junkmail and bills. Almost did the dishes. Almost got a pen to write down the college info. Went into the livingroom, sat down on couch and proceeded to scratch my butt in front of MTV.

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you remember me mentioning the twenty-something guy in my building that no one ever sees hide nor hair of?? well I saw him down in the basement tonight, just as I was getting into the laundry room, he was leaving. I doubt he saw me, so it was nearly impossible to utter a ‘hello’ to him unless I walked out of my way to bump into him. I had to wash three huge loads of clothes tonight, always one of colors, one of darks, and one of whites. Lucky for me, I was able to do all the sorting, loading, and running back and forth to change loads between commercials while watching t.v. tonight. I DID watch NBC’s coverage of Golden Globes, and pre-show. I don’t ordinarily care for this type of ‘entertainment’ but I insist on keeping abreast of this sort of stuff. I was not surprised at all to see HBO’s The Sopranos get the award for best drama, nor was I shocked to see that American Beauty got Best Picture in the Drama category. I have heard nothing but good things about both of these from people I know who have good taste in movies and t.v. and was so glad to see Denzel Washington win for his potrayal of Rubin Carter in The Hurricane that I whooped out loud. I did, I did. I guess I just love me some Denzel. this book I picked up from the library is slow going. I don’t know why. The story is hard to follow. I like the stories and flashbacks but it’s not really gripping me enough to the point where I can keep track of all the characters and whatnot. Maybe it’s not as great a book as I had hoped. I did, after all, pick it up at a discount store. maybe it’s just me. more than likely, it’s the latter. sometimes I just don’t give books the chance they deserve. Like years ago, I gave up reading Tom Clancy’s The Hunt For Red October (which people say was a great book) because there was just too much submarine terminology and military references that baffled me, I couldn’t understand how laymen could even keep up. If there is a story to be told, I would prefer the author just gets down to business and tell it. I am less likely to dismiss a book because it’s not ‘believeable enough’ to read, like so many people who stop reading it or get disappointed because they know for a fact that the safety door on a military submarine is blue and is located at the rear, not the front of the sub. I can and DO appreciate the author who does her research and gets enough info or else has EXPERIENCED the story, in order to let the reader know about where the story takes place but I am way more interested in the story and the characters than I am of their geographical and material surroundings. anyway!

is a list of the supposed ‘100 Worst Songs of All Time’ (that were on the music charts). well I suppose SOME of those, I could’ve done without, but there are alot of songs on there that I happen to like!! does that mean I have bad taste or perhaps that I just like to reminisce a little?? some people.
well, I have lots more to talk about but alas, my eyelids are getting heavy and I really shant delay my beauty sleep any further or I’ll turn into a monster by morning.

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Everyone knows I like to observe people, and imagine my delight when I moved this summer to a different town, and into a turn-of-the century (20th) apartment building chock full of very DIFFERENT people. The lady downstairs vacuums every day, I dunno if she’s got a big dog or what…there’s always weird cooking smells at dinner time and she didn’t take her Christmas wreath down from her door until today. The guy next door to me is always clearing his throat and then hums as if he’s checking to see if his voice is raspy or something, and very loudly, too. I hadn’t had him figured out until just the other day. He is either very forgetful or suffers from a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, & I think this is so because once he’s ready for work every day (which I think he gets ready very early, when I’m still sleeping), it takes him 40 minutes to get out the door in the morning. He goes out and scrapes the snow off his car (which most Minnesotans do in the wintertime, so I have dismissed this–it’s normal), then he goes back upstairs, where he makes a whole lot of rattling noises and more throat-clearing. He comes out into the hall with his coat, hat, briefcase and his cooler, I think one of those Igloo Playmate ones, puts them down on the floor in the hallway and then goes back inside to fuss around some more. This is all going on from the time I get out of bed at 6:30 until the time I am out of the shower at 6:45, and the only reason I know about all this going on is because this building’s walls aren’t very thick and in the a.m. it’s very still and quiet around here except for him. By 7:10 I am dressed, the coffee is made, my hair blow-dried and I’m getting my shoes on when I hear him still checking things around his apartment. I know this because he goes out the door about 5 or 6 times muttering to himself to check the lights again, check etc., etc., and finally he gets his coat and hat on and goes down to start the car. He comes back up to grab his stuff and I hear him tell himself to double check that the space heater is off; etc. I am going out the door a couple minutes later and he is just finalizing everything and is usually coming out behind me. I may be wrong about him, perhaps he is just used to a certain routine in the morning. Nontheless, I find it strange, and sort of amusing. The twenty-something guy w/the receding hairline and entire wardrobe consisting of flannel shirts and sweatpants goes unseen for days and even a week at a time, only known to go out into the world when the weather is nice. Perhaps he’s a writer with either a block or a hot story in his head or his pc and he cannot escape from the bowels of his apartment. Perhaps its none of my business… The guy in the apartment whose windows are right across mine has a variety of home exercise equipment and books in his front room and he goes to bed very early because I once was playing an mp3 on my computer speakers (my computer desk is in my bedroom) and it wasn’t yet 9:00 and he knocked on the one wall that we share (I presume that is his bedroom) and lately I see his lights off early too. I have never seen this person in the laundry room or getting the mail, but he could work evenings or something like that. The lady on the same floor, down two units from me lives with her daughter who’s about fourteen and they are always doing laundry. I have alot of clothing and towels/linens but these people, for just two of them, are REALLY laundry monsters. Then there’s this guy (who I know but have not met yet, he is buddies w/my brother in-law) that lives across the other side of my unit in the adjoining building, is a front man for a band that always plays at a certain local live music hangout (which I’m not naming because that would be rude) and just moved to the complex in November. He has his keyboard in the dining room and is NEVER home unless it is late late late on a weeknight. I think they have nightly gigs at that place ’cause when he is home he’s on the computer or is probably gone to bed.

NOTE: I am by no means, a voyeur or peep freak. I just see these things going on (very easily I might add) and I am simply observing the things I see and sharing them. Also, I understand how people w/obsessive-compulsive disorder live and have to deal w/this, and I am not making fun, so please do not email and tell me what a horrible person you think I am.

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Friday: Just because it’s the last day of the week that I have to work doesn’t mean it’s gonna ba a good one… Saturday: Bye, bye, Miss American Pie I love Saturdays, yes I do! too bad they don’t last too long. Got out of bed late today, because I was up until 3 a.m. editing a site that I maintain for a non-profit organization. I am sooooo bad at javascript. Let me tell you…I’m gonna have to take a course or something. I thought I mastered it last summer on my own by reading up on it, but I proved myself wrong that night. So much technology to master, so little time. Technology doesn’t seem to phaze todays kids, have you noticed? I bet some have never even used a record player or better yet, an eight track or one of those console RCA tv’s without a remote control. Today I wish I was a kid again, playing outside forever, even in the snow, in summers riding my bike, doing things my parents wished I hadn’t, like helping some older kids build tree forts in the woods beyond our backyard. Kids these days have no imagination when it comes to playing. They have all these video games, and the internet. The internet isn’t meant for kids, anyway, I think. We had such fun when I was a kid, even when we were with our parents. Back then we went to drive-in movies, roller rinks, garage sales and flea markets. I loved the flea markets the most, because here were all these people, putting out their personal stuff, for people to rummage through. Their most precious junk….Elvis paintings, Roy Rogers lunchboxes, movie posters, mason jars and china and kewpie dolls, and my sister and I took it all in, eyes big as plates, wondering how people could just toss their treasures to the wind and wondering how much further to walk through these roads and fields in the blazing August sun before we could get to the next port-a-potty or soda wagon. Sometimes we had fun just staring in wonder and amazement at the people who decided to entertain the crowds with their talents. I can still see and hear the man playing the guitar with the Willie Nelson-inspired straps, singing that song by Don McLean. You know the one…It’s like, eleven minutes long and I think when they play it on the radio it means the DJ is sitting on ‘the throne’ or else the next one hasn’t shown up yet for his shift. Sunday:

I got an ad in the mail yesterday for the Literary Guild and was leafing through it today when I realized I’m way behind the times when it comes to books. The last new one I read was one by J. Grisham, who I like but I notice today he’s got two hardcovers already out that I missed. I’m gonna have to update my collection. Here are the books I’ve read in 1999
Time for me to hit the sack.

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Considering a career as a stuntwoman? Nay. Note to self: best way to start a week is by NOT running to the bus stop in such a manner that you slip on the ice and fall right on your hands and knees, to result in scraped and hacked up & bleeding kneecaps and skinned palms and a re-twisted ankle (yes, that’s right…third time’s the charm) Twisted it the 1st time back in ’91 while I was in tech school. It happened when I walked down a flight of stone steps outside of the campus security building, and I figured the second to last step as the last. Hey, as a child, I was always told to carry my head high. The second time was just this last spring, again, walking to the bus stop, only the sidewalk crack was to blame. This time was the kicker though, ’cause my reason for skipping into a jog around the corner was because in the dark not-quite light of the a.m. I saw the lights of a bus as it barreled toward the end of the block. Now you’d think I’d have taken a better look, but no…ran anyway. When I fell, I had the wind knocked out of me literally. And I didn’t just fall down on the sidewalk, it was that awful old black asphalt pavement that sort of falling apart and all gravely (which added to the fun of cleaning up my hands and knees when I arrived at work). That bus, by golly, was not a metro transit one, but a *gulp* school bus. God, I don’t think I ever knew a bigger klutz, let alone a blinder one. When I get home tonite I can’t find the darned air cast I used last time, so right now I’m all ace-bandaged up and have my leg propped up on a stool, my ankle resting on top of a package of frozen peas. I don’t have a fancy ice pack to use, but now I’m gonna invest in one. Never know when the klutz in me is gonna come out again (o: Remember When? Of course you do. Back in the late 70’s when I was in grade school (and some of you were, too) we HAD to wear the collars on our polo shirts UP, HAD to have the beaded safety pins on our shoelaces, HAD to have that ‘Simon’ game. Of course we also had to have the big ol ‘Unbreakable’ comb w/the large handle in our back jeans pocket to feather our hair with, & those jeans had better have some kind of roller disco or rainbow embroidery on the pocket. We HAD to play the ‘Mickey Mouse Disco’ and ‘Free to Be, You And Me’ records, and speaking of records, as a kid, one of our favorite things was to have a vast collection of 45’s that my sis & I hoarded from garage sales…we were just happy to play records on our Smurf record player so we had cool music to rollerskate to in our basement. Everything from ‘Queen’ to Sean Cassidy and lest we forget the Beach Boys. We also had that song ‘Popcorn’ by Hot Butter and a few choice oldies including ‘Sugar Sugar’ by the Archies. Oh, and my sister had the Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Brite doll-inspired rollerskates and mine were silver and had the stripes that resembled ‘Tiger’ brand tennis shoes. You guys remember the old Tiger’s tennies? They were big w/us ten year olds before Adidas and Nike. haha…we were big dorks. I’m an avid ICQ-er and I can tell you that over the last couple years I have had some very interesting chats, but none as funny as the one I’m about to relay here. The person I’m chatting with is a buddy of mine who likes to look through the online personals ads at mostly reading them for entertainment value. Tonight he found one of them pretty intriguing and I told him to go for it, and he said he thought she was a hooker, the way she sounded! So now he wonders if women really do have intuition and thinks now I’m a bad judge of character.

TTFN

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Happy New Year–hmmmpff! This weekend started out about as unpredictable as ever, with me at work on Friday, feeling the heat–yes, Friday, the day NO ONE ELSE seemed to be working and NO vendor or outside client could be reached by phone, making things all the more fun for me, in the office, doin’ tha job thang. When year end comes to our office, we have only until noon to get whatever purchases made by the company processed and into accounting. Which means every buyer and manager is running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and everything is urgent. My job this day was to match that urgency and help put out whatever little fire has started by tossing my whole schedule out the window, along with my hopes of going to use the restroom and going to the cafeteria to obtain some caffeine and sugar before eight o’clock. This day, I knew, would have required LOTS of coffee and at least some apple jacks or a donut or two. Nope. Barely got my coat hung and my boots off before someone’s pecking at my cubicle like a bird looking for worms, requesting I log onto the network to see if our team’s purchasing software application will work for me, since no one else could get it up and running. I log on, and nay, I have no access due to a loading error. So guess what I get to do? Type up the last page of a rush P.O. in Word, and RIGHT NOW. Then there were multiples of other tasks to be performed, not scheduled by me, and ON THE DOUBLE. Repeat above until lunch–oops, no lunch break for me! Finally at 4:45 it’s time to put the ‘ol boots and coat back on and go home. Somehow I figured I’d just as soon never showed up. Not just because I was busier than a one-armed paper hanger, but because I’ve come to realize that in all my career as an office worker, I have NEVER worked with the biggest bunch of snots as I have at Company X. No one said I have to accept it, nor do I feel like I ever will. Right now I just have to stick it out until something better comes along. I don’t have the courage to get a new job just yet because I am considering a career change. I’ll go more into detail about this later… Millenium Compliant, Indeed After the BALL dropped last night, did you all notice the tv news anchors making the announcements about how everything went without a glitch, as far as the year 2000 rollover was concerned? Well, DUH…we’ve expected this for simply weeks, now, haven’t we? I mean, come on..our local phone, gas, electric companies, what-have-you all did their press release ditties about how everything was to go as planned, and there was nary a thing to worry about. Ya didn’t see me going home from my New Year’s Eve party checking the VCR and the toilet and water taps when I walked in the door, didja? No. Everthing here is y2-OK. So just shut up about it already, will ya? Christmas Reflections Not that I ever have been or will be a religious freak of any sort, my parents have, every year put a lighted nativity scene in their front yard in addition to lighting the house and yard with strings of lights. This is their contribution to the community and is plenty festive. Ever since they’ve had an empty nest, they’ve lighted up the house and yard even more elaborately each year. This year, sometime right before Christmas Eve, someone hijacked the manger and stole the baby Jesus right out from underneath Mary and Joseph’s noses. I was outside after dinner enjoying the unseasonably balmy evening when I noticed it was missing. Whoever he/she/they were, they reached up under the cradle and plucked the bulb and string right out of Jesus’s backside and made off with him, leaving the bare lit bulb lying in the snow. What a shame that someone would do something so low. Well, whatever intentions they had to try and ruin our Christmas, it’s too bad for them that our family had a great holiday in spite of this petty crime.

I have lots more to talk about, but I need to go to bed soon.

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Ha ha…the end of March. I am NOT working and glad of it. I will not be stopped from having a mentally relaxing and perhaps somewhat productive day off! You couldn’t if ya tried…All I remember was being able to do some laundry, pay some bills and take a little break. I took a bus ride to the bank and stopped off for some breakfast and John Grisham’s latest hardcover accompanied me. So far it is okay, it’s reading along nicely. Oh, hey, I forgot to comment on the Oscars…oh well, hardly a huge deal this year. I was taping them when they were on Sunday nite ’cause I had some work to do. I watched part of the awards on Monday nite and then caught the rest of them this morning. It was a bit annoying all week to have had to cover my ears and hum loudly whenever someone around me was talking about them. I kinda had some predictions but of course I always like to be a little surprised. Although this year was a bit different as far as surprises go. Of course Kevin Spacey would get the pick for best lead male actor. Kinda crappy since I was rooting for Denzel. I am in love with Denzel. Who wouldn’t be? I like everything he does and would always pick him so I was sort of biased this year as far as that category goes.

Last night one of my girlfriends and I went out galavanting. We decided to go to this a cute little bar down the street from where she lives downtown, I guess some guy who used to play for the Chicago Bears owns it, which I guess would explain why the place was decked out in navy blue and orange, LOL…Anyway, aside from slingin’ back a few bottles o’ beer and shooting three games of pool w/these two guys who would have rather played with us than wait all night for us to finish, we had a few laughs and of course I was the first one to go ask the bartender for a towel. For some reason I am always spilling beer! hahah…whoever goes to the bars w/me would know this and of course it’s sort of a tradition. Then we ended up at the Radisson hotel bar where we grubbed on buffalo wings and then it was time for me to go home, thank God ’cause the girls working the bar must have had about enough of us making snide comments in the general direction of the t.v. (Who Wants To Be a Millionaire was on) and of course you all know I love Regis Philbin about as much I love having to go to the dentist!
Well, I see that its getting late and I still have some work to do and people to chat up.

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Monday has come and gone. Dilemmas have been fretted about and resolved. The sun has risen and set… and I am STILL without a job that I like AND the cajones to go out and get a better one! That’s right, folks, the era of the independent but utterly squeamish and softhearted single white female is here! …is it a bird? It’s a PLANE! …no!! It’s–it’s Stupid Chick! What on God’s green earth has come over me? Well, for one thing, money. Yes, the green stuff. The thing that makes the world go ’round. The paper that American dreams are based on. The CA$H I simply DON’T have. This, I have figured, is what I NEED. It’s been decided, as of about a month ago, that I was going to start to get my skills noticed by coming out with an idea for a business–a plan, if you will, to do more than just toot my own horn. To find and establish my market, or at least a customer base of some kind. Let me tell you business is TOUGH. You wanna try to get customers? Word of mouth is simply one of the best ways, in my area of business, to do just that. If you don’t have a customer base, who can testify to your product’s or service’s quality and worth, and how in the heck are you gonna be able to prove yourself? It’s very hard, because in this business, the work I’m offering to do for a fee can be done by people themselves. There’s no value added to offering a service or product that people can already do themselves. It’s not like I can’t FIND a market, there is a market for my business, although small, and with a shell that’s tougher to crack than a tortise’s–But nonetheless, I am currently trying to tap into it. How do I know about this market? Well, there are people (small business owners, mom & pop business operators and others who, yeah, if they sat down and thought about it, they could handle doing this task, why in heck should they PAY someone to do it for them…on the flip side of that, there are still people who would rather have it done professionally and are willing to pay reasonably for that service. However, without some major moolah, I don’t know how I can pull this off. Without it, I have to do all this ‘word of mouth’ stuff until I turn blue in the face and believe me, blue is not my color. I’m an Autumn. But I digress. Back to where I was. Oh, yeah. I was just saying that there were people who are in need of my services, but unfortunately, most of these people are just the sort that would put me out of business. They are the ones who go out of their way to hire someone with a ‘degree in this or that or some such thing’ and don’t even give us people (some of whom are just naturally talented, and don’t need any framed certificate adorning our walls to make us feel good about ourselves in order to succeed. O.K. This is where I get on my soapbox and go off on what seems to be a day-long tangent. See, I think it’s just the opposite. Alright. In the last few years, all the way up to now, even, this is a common scenario: An employer is looking for someone to fill a job involving alot of creativity, given the choice between hiring the college grad w/the degree or the high school and/or trade school grad w/NO degree but w/work experience in that field, I bet you nine times our of ten, the employer will choose the college grad. Why? They go on the pure rationale that a person w/a degree in that field is automatically expected to be the better candidate, as opposed to one without the credentials. The one that doesn’t get the interview may have a better a handle on the job. Some or even lots of experience. But no credentials. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not biasing against the person with the degree, and not to say that a degree or schooling is a waste of time, or money, even. But that just goes to show you how these days, the hiring criteria used by employers nowadays just seems to largely benefit only those that have the advantage of a higher education under their belts. Perhaps I’m a little bit wrong. I don’t have the statistics right on hand here, but I read somewhere about all kinds of successful people, some long dead and some still around, that did not go after a secondary education, ended up being just as successful or even more so, as those who did. Unfortunately, not only did these people find themselves having to bust their asses getting to where they are now, but they faced the same questions I am asking right here. I am only justifying the nature of this ‘rooting for the underdog’, as it were, by saying that perhaps it’s more rewarding for those of us have-nots, that do end up getting the job, because it proves that in some cases, a degree is not all that necessary. Especially if the so-called ‘less qualified candidate’ in question has a good work history and no evidence of being a slacker of some sort, and can also prove their worth. Just how they can prove it, however, is another dilemma, if this continues to be a major practice in the job market today. Somebody back me up, here, dangit! Does anyone else agree with me that now, more than ever, freelancers, self-starters, entrepeneurs, volunteers, artists, writers and creative contributers of all sorts hang in the balance, hoping for the ideal gig? Perhaps you are a person in this same hiring trap. All because of what is being termed credentialism, and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. I believe it was Amy Lindgren of the St. Paul Pioneer Press, who said just what I’ve said here, although I think she puts it more accurately: “My argument isn’t against education. I believe deeply in the value of both liberal arts programs and technical training, for any person of any age. What I don’t believe in is the blind adherence to the idea that the training or education automatically qualifies a person to perform a particular job, and that those without the training could not do the job adequately. And frankly, I find it disturbing that the people who push the training the most are those who have it and those who sell it. A few years ago one of the professional associations in my field of career counseling made a strong lobbying effort at the Minnesota Legislature to institute certification of career counselors, which would require a masters degree and several steps to achieve. In my arguments (I was the only person to testify against such certification), I pointed out the dangers of such a move: We lock out good and talented people, we contribute to an unnecessary escalation of credentialism, and we eventually limit the availability of career counselors to the general public.”

Well said, Ms. Lindgren…want to hear more? Please reference her article here .
That’s all the wind I’ve got left on this topic…and for those of you who may be career counselors, trainers or those of you who work in human resources departments, Please keep this in mind when you are looking for that special someone to fill your next opening

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This weekend went by sooooooo fast….especially since last nite I consumed more tequila than was necessary. I can’t wait for the Oscars, although I will admit I’m not as excited to see them as I had been in years past. I’m not looking forward to working on Monday, nor am I looking forward to these colder temps they say are coming this way. March always comes in like a lion, I suppose.
Well, I’m keeping it short just for today, back later for sure.

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Wednesday. Worst day at work. Just plain crazy. Should rename that joint to “The Zoo”. Why is it that the day you are determined to stay on schedule and be extra productive, people seem to know? I must have gotten at least six calls that I could have easily just bounced into my voice mail, to get to later, by the touch of a button, but NOOOOOO. Today is the day my phone isn’t acting right. I dialed a number for a vendor in Minneapolis and was told by a recording that “The number, xyz-xyzz has been disconnected or is not in service” Eh? The number that the recorded chick gave me isn’t EVEN THE NUMBER I DIALED!! mmmkay. Time to stop what I’m doing for another interruption. Well, at least I got a new phone out of the deal. Looking back, I laugh at myself ’cause it wasn’t really that bad a day, after all, it did go along pretty quickly, and that’s all that really matters.

I am sooooo sleepy even as I type this, and although I had lots planned to share tonite, I’m gonna have to hit the hay. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning plus I haven’t packed my lunch or planned an outfit for tomorrow, either. I sure as heck am not gonna go do that now, since I’m in no condition to, so I will do that junk in the a.m. Oh, meohmy…. It’s waaaaaay past my bedtime.

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yeah, well I’m in debt again…whaddya gonna do, right? I mean is there anyone who isn’t a little bit in the hole? I found out one of my girlfriends was having a birthday party a couple of weeks ago and didn’t get invited. Oh well…I guess there was nothing to be done about it. Truthfully, I was going to go crash it and be all “Hi, remember me? How is the party going, yeah the one you didn’t invite me to…yeah um, anyway I just came by to get get my vacumn cleaner back and the ten bucks you owe me. Color me bitter, I guess… More to come later, but for now I’m hittin’ the sack. BJ

An interesting note: www.fugly.net posts photos of what you might call unattractive people and make fun of the personal website made by the person in the photo. I’m sure that if we didn’t live in such a shallow society that bases alot on personal appearance, this site could be would be even more appealing for the writer’s content alone and w/o ridiculing these nnocent people. I do not condone this kind of behavior on the net, but I look for the good stuff in ALL people. Taking that into account, usually this person has some funny observations, so go ahead and read that sucker”

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Uff Da
Well gosh darnit, I had a whole page of details about my adventures with my hand surgery and I went and typed right over it without saving. That was pretty dumb. All I can say now is here are the pics from the day they took the stitches out. Here is all the ick, for your enjoyment. peace & Froot Loops bj Le Quip Du Jour:

“Two wrongs are only the beginning.”

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The Academy Awards’ ceremony was definitely a sight this year, (a very LONG sight, longest in history–but that’s another story) and three black actors very worthy of their salt, came to be history makers. You already know that Sidney Portier was awarded for lifetime achievement by the Academy for years of work in such films as Lillies In The Field, To Sir With Love, and A Raisin In The Sun, among many others. Mr. Portier is, to me, one of the most courageous, talented, and handsome, of all black actors in history. He had begun his career after WWII, when there was no such thing as a leading black man in films, behind or in front of the camera.

Denzel Washington won for Best Actor in a Leading Role for his character acting in Training Day, which I had not seen but heard it was definitely Denzel Washington’s best job at portraying someone besides himself (LOL). I say this because almost everything I’ve seen him do previously is pretty much Denzel acting as Denzel. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike the man. I think he’s a very handsome, intelligent, and warm gentleman, but he did his best (IMO) in the movie Glory, The Bone Collector, and in most of Malcom X.

Then Halle Berry was awarded the Oscar for Best Actress in a Leading Role for her work in Monster’s Ball, which I plan to see when it comes out in rentals. I first fell in love with her back in 1993, shortly after her big breakout in Boomerang. It was where she played the role of ‘Queen’ in the TV mini-series Queen. This was based on Alex Haley’s sequel novel to Roots, also of the same name (the story of his mother’s side of the family). Anyway, as much as I adore Halle Berry, I give more of a nod of approval to the way Misters Washington and Portier acknowledged receipt of their awards. Both men not only expressed their thanks toward those who helped them succeed in their work, but also pointed out that they were most grateful because of the fact that the award was given to them based on their talent and acting merit, and didn’t really play on the minority winner aspect. I do applaud Halle very much on her win, and still adore her, but I did find a part of her speech somewhat humorous. It was that, among those black actresses she listed, who have come before her but never won the highest honors, she did not include Whoopi Goldberg. Did Miss Goldberg NOT work hard in her role in the Oscar-nominated movie The Color Purple? She did indeed. I’m not sure whether Miss Berry’s aim was intended to include ONLY those black actresses nominated in the past for Best Actress (Cicely Tyson for Sounder, and Diana Ross for Lady Sings the Blues, both in 1972), or just all black actresses. In my opinion, The Color Purple still stands as Whoopi’s only real credit to her true acting ability and I also think she is a good host and comic, altough she wasn’t ever nominated by the Academy. Even so, I myself would have DEFINITELY gave a nod to Whoopi, simply because it would have shown good taste, being that she was standing in the same room.

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Last week’s TIME Magazine’s TIME for Kids has put forth an entire article about the one thing that they deem to be ‘too much’ for children to have to see in the entertainment industry (Movies, tv, etc). It’s not gratuitous sexual scenes, not blatently violent acts, no, not even racism. It’s SMOKING. It’s obviously a high occurrence, given the statistics that smoking by one of any main characters in films is currently about 77% where back in 1970 it was about 29%. However, I didn’t see many main characters lighting up on any family movies or movies geared to children/teen audiences, did you? Most of the movies that have characters who are smoking cigarettes feature content which is USUALLY entirely meant for a mature audience, containing mature subject material. Am I right, or am I right? So what, there’s alot of smoking in Snatch, Save The Last Dance, and Charlie’s Angels and perhaps other newer releases to the theater. But what the heck are kids doing watching movies like that anyway They were all not meant for younger viewers, certainly teenagers, but haven’t teens been smoking a whole damned lot REGARDLESS of Hollywood actors smoking or not? Yes. And in addition to that, I’d like to point out that of ALL THE THINGS they could be waving their fingers at like violence, etc., that I mentioned above, they picked actors smoking in movies to tbe the most harmful to kids.

Rob Reiner, activist extraordinaire, and maker of flimsy, pussified movies such as ‘The Story of Us’ and ‘Parenthood’, is also the co-founder of Castle Rock Entertainment. According to the TIME For Kids article, he blames smoking in films on “cigarette-addicted actors who can’t leave their butts behind and directors who don’t care about the social implications.” Reiner is hoping to put yet another notch in his activism belt by saying that smoking in films is more harmful to kids than language. He’s putting forth a new policy at Castle Rock: Directors wanting to have smoking characters onscreen need his approval first. Other views on this by his peers agree that it would be more appropriate to just apply R-ratings to movies that depict actors smoking. Reiner also says “If your movie has curse words, you get rated R,” says Reiner. “But that’s a lot less harmful to a kid.”

Says WHO? What’s wrong with the contributors of this magazine and Rob Reiner, to be saying such a thing? I would rather have my kids see a film which contains cigarette smokers than swearwords, sex, and violence, if given the choice. This brings me to ask, is it the media’s place to tell our kids what to see and what not to see in theaters? Aren’t our parents in society nowadays smart enough to tell their kids that yes, Brad Pitt is a man who smokes, but it is unhealthy and in our family we urge each other not to? Yes, I bring up the media, I do not just mean Hollywood (which mostly strikes a liberal pose). I’m talking about folks like TIME Magazine and cable news networks like CNN. It seems–from my point of view–that they are constantly trying to ‘babysit’–as it were–our country’s children and parents, trying to be the authority on the difference between right and wrong. Read this article very carefully. It’s summarizing point makes me laugh…”On bedrock issues of economic power, what passes for liberal-conservative debate in news media is usually a series of disputes over how to fine-tune the status quo. In the process, the myth of [the liberal media] serves as a smokescreen for realities of corporate media.”

What do you think about it?

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I switched my hours at work to part-time so my honey and I have more time to devote to our business. So far, so good. Only I was late today (oops). Bu I managed to make a few good sales leads, YAY!

I’m out for now, on my way to play catch up with some of my fave sites, Later, taters…

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Hoo boy, I know I know…Haven’t been by in awhile. I’m trying my best to fix my blog archive problem I’ve been having since the damned blog was started. So much for my silly bravado way back when.

You are Spaceman Spiff! Zounds! You are the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, the engaging explorer ensconsed in an unending universe of exotic and evil extraterrestrials! You’re brave, but you should give that dictionary a rest. Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!

Um…okay…James took the “Which Calvin Are You?” quiz above and JUST KNEW he was gonna be rated as Spaceman Spiff. Link from Ellis. I dunno, Methinks this guy takes too many damned quizzes. Maybe it’s because they’re everywhere and unavoidable! They’re all over the place and there’s nothing I can do about it. Damn.

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“Dammitdammitdammit” Um…yeah. O.K. So I HAVEN’T exactly been right ON TOP of STUFF lately…haha. I’ll get over it. Uh huh. Been on vacation since Monday, so yeah, I’ve been laggin’ in the ‘daily update’ department. Big deal. Still haven’t got around to getting my halloween costume together. Been busy doing a whole lot of nothing. Haha..but guess what? Even though it only took me forever to upload those snapshots from my slow camera to my slower yet computer (’cause I was too damn lazy to go buy new batteries) I did get them all uploaded from the cam today and want to show them off…nothing fancy you realize…just little odd shots from around my neighborhood. I’ll post a link for them later.

have to go to the store now, and buy batteries…LOL!

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On my way home from the bus stop tonite I retrieve my camera from Sandy’s with the intention of getting some good fall color shots, but alas, peak time around here was early last week and now it’s all brown and dusty looking in South St. Paul. Looks like it’s real close to winter for sure. So instead I decide to get some pics of odd things around town, including a nice shot of the sunset and view of the full moon. It was taken at the top of the stairs that climb the hill overlooking the warehouse district just at the end of my block.
posting them later, but for now, I’m calling it a day.

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Tonite I went to my sisters and drank too much Tequiza (that’s goooood stuff, btw) smoked too much, missed the new ‘Friends’ episode while we discussed our plans for Halloween and then forgot my digicam and my blessed book Angela’s Ashes there, which by the way, is a VERY GOOD read, I highly recommend it to everyone. Even if you are not a book buyer you can get your hot ‘lil hands on a copy, it’s in the libraries, now. My sis & her hubby and all our pals are invited to a bash being thrown for Halloween and we yakked about this. My sis wants to go as a she-devil, and Tony wants to go the lazy ‘skeleton t-shirt’ route, or just do the scary mask thing, but we aren’t havin’ it and we’ll fix him up good. My little nephew is gonna be a spider, and I have come up with the idea of being a load of laundry. It’s too cute, I can’t explain how it’s gonna work, but maybe I’ll post pics later. Basically the nite went o.k. but in general I was feelin’ a bit past a little sickly in the a.m. and the last place I wanted to be was at work but I found myself there, anyway.

Well now it’s time to get my silly ass to bed and I will post what happened on Friday (which is today, btw) later

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Great. Just great. Thanks, Mister Bus Driver. I just waited, like, 15 minutes at the bus stop tonite, just to have the bus roll right by me. Didn’tcha see me wave? No, SIR. AM I at the bus stop? uh huh….then why am I still standing here? Oh yippee Christmas Day, Now I get to pound the sidewalk all the way home…and it’s not enough that I’m about 8 or more blocks from home, but to add to that, I have just bought some groceries and have that bag besides the one I toted to work today. So I got my Jane Fonda done for the day, that’s for sure. Then I get upstairs all hot and achy and sweaty from lumbering all the way home and up the stairs with the extra 25 pounds to hear the phone ringing as I’m putting the key into the lock. Lashonda or whoever from Sears wants to know when I’m making my next payment and I want to tell her to take their payment and put it where the Pope don’t rollerskate, because I just mailed the payment on Monday, but I stifle the urge. Somehow I survived, cooled off, managed dinner and mail and all that happy stuff and made dessert for a luncheon tomorrow and now here I sit, happy as pie, only now I have to finish some work on my computer. *gags* I’m sure you’ve heard enough!

later, taters

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I noticed the words today as I waited for the bus: “Avangelica Apostolica. De La Fa En Cristo Jesus.” Weird. There’s this sign in front of a church that’s next to my bus stop, and when I moved here in July, it read “Evangelical Apostelistic Assembly of Jesus Christ” Oh well…I knew it had a mostly Hispanic congregation but was unsure of the reason why they waited ’til now to redo the sign. Maybe the congregation is getting a little too varied to suit the clergy and perhaps it is a small subtle way of saying “Hey, dammit, if you can’t understand this sign, then don’t attend this church” But I know most churches will welcome anyone who wishes to attend. Hmmm…maybe everyone WASN’T that welcome here…haha. Ironic. What is the old saying…”God works in mysterious ways”? He sure does. Crap. Maybe I’m just a silly ‘ol mean chick and I need to chill out and stop thinking like that and who in their right mind would do such a mean thing…I need a vacation. Good thing I’m taking the last week of this month off to do whatever I darned well please.

Soooo damned cold up in this joint. Had to wear an extra sweater while scrolling thru emails tonite. big day tomorrow, gonna get movin’

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Chilly Willy would be havin’ a hey day… Today it rained all afternoon and got down to like, 38 by rush hour. Such a cold, damp, icky day, and while walking home from the bus I had the urge to run upstairs and throw on a heavy sweater and make a pot of cocoa. BRRRR! News, Schmews Heard Paul Reuben’s gonna open a restaurant…God help us all. Wonder what it’s gonna be like, what kinda place? A ‘peep-show’ theme maybe? Perhaps an adult theatre ambience? Wonder if they’ll relay the old “Thank you, come again” to their exiting customers? Wonder what the name’ll be. “Play with Your Pee-Wee’s House”? Ha. I kill me. I’m so mean and spiteful. Tee-Vee Commercials that BOTHER me: of course, all the cleverly decked out mod kids in the GAP ads, all so thin with their gaunt faces barely moving as they sing so eerily the choruses of songs we’d forgotten, and now we will forget for sure and forever, and I really HATE those damn commercials… Burger King has some bad ones too, the worst out of my list of nasties…The one where the two guys arm-wrestle for money but ya can’t look at the burger they placed on the table or ya lose, and the guy that loses is all poopy ’cause the winner was wearing a “Whopper Patch”…oh, and that airplane one where the flight attendant is running through her safety schpeel and mentions the fact that there’s some kind sandwich in the seatback pouches in front of every person and all of a sudden the passengers are all lunging at each others throats, fighting like wild dogs after the sandwiches.

Find meself clickin’ the ‘ol clickar the millisecond these puppies flash on the boob tube or else I’ll wind up with me arse in the lunatic asylum…please excuse me..I’m reading Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt for the 2nd time and I can’t seem to put it down, and I also find I’m nearly bursting out my words with the manner of a poor old mad Irish woman…

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Friday big deal…looked forward to it all week, and for what? haha..whattaDAY it was. Awful busy day @ the job, went home and did absolutely nothing noteworthy or constructive. Just hung out and spent some time on the phone. Saturday Today I decided to stay sleeping until 11:00 since it was soooo cold outside of the comfort of my bed. Made coffee, watched QVC (have you noticed the entertainment value? LOL), Read the mail, went for a walk and spent the rest of the day in sweats and a ponytail. Sorted clothes and put the summer ones away. Made some phone calls. Spent quality time on the net, looking for lord knows what, but ended up dozin’ off by 1:30 a.m. Sunday

Was bound and determined to take care of some important things today. Who says Sunday is the day of rest? haha. Washed dishes (since I live alone, I can get away w/doing them like, only every three days, LOL). Grocery shopping. Scrubbed the bathroom, including the toidy and the floor. Laundry. Paid the bills. Swept the kitchen. Took out the trash. Oh joy. Finally got some me-time in around midnight tonite and now *yAWn* I’m gonna hit the ‘ol hay. Hard.

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Things that go bump in the night… Tonight as I walk home from my sister’s place I am sort of spooked (she lives less than two blocks away,and my building shares the same alley that her & her hubby’s rented duplex is on). I moved from the East Side of St. Paul to South St. Paul and even though my new neighborhood is at LEAST a hundred years old and it is DEFINITELY safer than my old one (TRUST me, I used live in the Ghet-TOHH), I’m very aware of myself, so solitary and yet feeling so strange as I’m walking up the sidewalk leading back to my apartment, just trying not to walk through too many of the leaves that had been blown everywhere and are now lying all over the place. I must’ve subconsiously did that in order to not attract too much attention… Maybe I was just a little paranoid and I guess maybe because it was close to ten and maybe also because the street I live on could do with a bit more lighting, or maybe because when I rounded the corner, a cat leaped from out of nowhere and ran off in a hurry, which startled me a tad. Plus I felt like every car that drove by was occupied by a freak at the wheel which was not hard to imagine, since almost every car’s headlights nearly blind you during your journey and you hope the driving stranger isn’t some ‘Buffalo Bill’-type serial killer…jeez, It just gives me that feeling of being afraid I’d get caught dead in my tracks by those car headlights, like a damned deer in the woods, haha.

Soooo glad it’s gonna be Friday tomorrow, and I’ll not waste a minute being loudly joyous about it, so whoever decides that my bitching about it not being Friday yet makes me a big ‘ol dork; they can bite me, ’cause I just don’t give a rip…I just demand my weekend. The kind of week it’s been so far, I’m determined that if tomorrow was Tuesday, I was gonna call in sick or dead or something…it sometimes just gets to be too much. Gosh darnit, it’s WAAAYY past my bedtime…gotta run.

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Things that deeply trouble me 1) “Party Of Five”-isn’t it more like eight, now? And why are they all sleeping together? hmmm…nevermind, I dooonnn wanna know. 2) That damned Levi’s commerical with the invisible couple–no comment. 3) People who send me URLs through my icq about some goofy thing or another…mostly AOHellers, the poor things…they have no clue. 4) The time I waste in the morning to blow-dry hair, find the right pair of shoes to go with such and such, make lunch and coffee, etc., etc., when I’d rather be sitting at the table reading the paper or listening to the jocks on my favorite radio station’s morning show make jokes and snide comments about everyone on earth. 5) Having to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:00 a.m., when it’s still DARK outside, and now that I mention it, I actually didn’t mind getting up that early when summer’s equinox was still in effect. It’s a scientific fact that the light seeps through your eyes while you’re asleep and gradually you get used to it and wake up more readily than you would in the dark winter morn. ‘Course even in the summer I’d just as soon wake up at the crack of dawn, stuff the crack and go back to sleep. Ha ha. 6) How ’bout that governor of ours!! and how ’bout them MN Twins! And how ’bout them VIKES!!! ….*busts out in a HUGE laugh* yeah right!! Just thought It’d be interesting to hear SOMEONE say those things… Well, kidlets…got a bunch of mails yet to get through, So I’ll be back later. nighty-night,

bj

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Good God almighty, why does it have to be Monday??!! Yadda yadda yadda…do you ever want to say that to someone on the phone when they drone on andon AND ON and you are just like…eyes rolled into the back of your head, nodding your head and your mouth agape, wondering why in heck there is no one there to save you from this torment by ringing your doorbell or telling you to get off the phone so they can use it? O.K., was just wondering. ‘Cause there ARE days…and last nite was it for me…one of my girlfriends was telling me this story for like, the FIFTH time and well, I had just had ENOUGH! OK, gonna quit blabbing about it now…

So how was your Monday? huh? didja enjoy yourself? or would you have sooner been in bed or in your coziest chair, reading the latest literary find from the bookstore/library? Me too. And of course, my weekend went by in the blink of an eye…oh, how sickly poetic that was back Gonna pay off my damned AmEx card bill tomorrow. YAY! Ever since I bought that Kenmore air conditioner from Sears this July, I somehow got underneath all the statements and rather than pay them, I just kept getting them lost in the shuffle of junk that is the Dayton’s shopping bag of stuff that serves as a neat AND functional doorstop for the kitchen swinging door. …that bag of stuff is the result of a long, drawn out processing of mine. I am one of those people who, upon retrieving my mail, I plop the stuff down on the dining room table where it sits ’til the weekend when I have time to at least sit and pore through it. Then when I DO read the crap, I just sort of lay it all in a trashy pile on the end table in the living room. I sometimes pull the important stuff out and just fold it up and put it in my bag that I bring to work, and deal with it during lunch or the commute downtown. Then when people come over or when I just can’t seem to place anything else on the table, I shove the stuff into that bag. —I found some cool stuff in there the other day. An eyeglass case I thought I’d lost. A Subway club card full and ready to redeem for a free samwich…an old cd I accused someone of stealing, some cool blue-colored post it notes on a pad and a half pack of gum. I put all my lost-and found treasures into my junk drawer where they will get shuffled yet some more amongst the pile of rubble already in there and any other junk I might add to it in the coming months. …what’s in YOUR junk drawer? Tell me at bbojojo99@yahoo.com and be HONEST well, that’s all for now…waaaay past mah bedtime, dammit.

’til Tuesday, bj

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Sunday, Bloody Sunday Here I sit, displacing my anger by cursing out loud in the general direction of my WS-ftp program, when it doesn’t even deserve it. I am mad because a certain ‘online community’ I belong to is having problems with their server or something ’cause for some reason I can’t upload CRAP to my directory there. So I had the pleasure of editing online, which I hate, would prefer to use my notepad or better yet, my Dreamweaver 3, but NO… Anyway, you don’t need to hear all this. What a HEADACHE I had this morning. Just now recovering, slowly but surely. Do you have a radio on at night while you sleep? I do, just a boombox I’ve only had since the 5th grade, it sits on my nightstand and puts strange things in my head while I R.E.M. myself into dreamland. This a.m. I rose to go to the bathroom, feeling curiously pissed off and betrayed by a bank I don’t even belong to. Then I find out the early early a.m. local radio talkshow was just getting over, the topic being something about bank customer service. “Ha ha” I think and almost say outloud as I stumble into the bathroom. Flashback: I woke up at 8:30 this morning, with grandiouse plans of housecleaning and enjoying myself in general on a Sunday, but since I had this tremendous headache I decided to swallow a couple of ibuprofen and went back to the bed. Didn’t get out of it again until noon today. Showered and put a towel on.

…and now here I am, eating Voortman’s Tea Ring cookies for my breakfast and plotting a trip to the drugstore. I love drugstores. Walgreen’s is my favorite, but there isn’t one in my neighborhood. Only one I go to is downtown, a few blocks from my job. Got these cookies there on Friday. Two 1 lb. packs for a dollar. CanNOT beat that with a stick. Voortman’s Cookies. Best thing to come out of Canada since

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Ho Hum with a capital ‘H’ Well today I got up outta bed around 11:15 ’cause I hadn’t been able to sleep all nite…then I burned some bacon and toast and drank cold coffee from the pot I made yesterday. Watched the tape of the SNL 25th anniversary show (finally) and one of my favorite movies, “Corina Corina” on TNT. Haven’t retreived the mail, let alone gotten dressed yet. Then I decided today was the day I was gonna start a journal and post it online. Don’t ask me why ’cause right now I don’t even know, myself. I just felt like it was something I needed to do. Boy have I got guts. I gotta go, I but I will be back later. bj This page brought to you by ‘Gangsta Bitch Barbie’™

(which I read somewhere is also now the name of a band, go figure)

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I left my conscience like a crying child Locked the door behind me put the pain on file

Broken like a window I see my blindness now

and I need love Not some sentimental prison I need God Not the political church I need fire To melt the frozen sea inside me

I need love

Driving into town tired and depressed Like a flare the streetlight bursts into an s.o.s. Peace comes to my rescue I don’t know what it means

I need love

Already sunday night….I hate that.

Hey, one of my icq pals just told me Robert Downey, Jr. was arrested again…damn him. Had I met him a decade ago, this never woulda happened. Yes I’m THAT good. I can rehabilitate anyone and anything. I grow on people. I have ways of changing their lives. I taught Tony Robbins all he knows, man…

Just setup my wish list. I’m sure you’re all running to your wallets right now! BUM RUSH!

I missed the bus.
Oh well. guess I’ll be late for work today.

I am pretty close to just calling in. haven’t decided on that quite yet. I DO need to eat something yet today, however, which will make me even later, should I decide to go to work. coffee was of highest priority this morning and then I got a bit distracted doing other things. back later, taters

Guess what? I didn’t go to work. Are you surprised? Instead I decided to eat something and surf some more, a thing I’m very good at. I could sit here and read stuff all day. Today was very productive in this respect since I visited alot of noteworthy sites:

Laughing:
spike’s sandbox is worth looking at.

Also go look at ++diarrheah itannica++. It’s like buttah, baby.

Listening & looking
Check out my girl krys’s musicblog. We both have bad (we think it’s good) taste in music so if you don’t like it, TOO BAD!

Hacking
I recommend Securify, Inc.’s Packetstorm to keep a est of the latest security issues. The link above will take you to the newest files and/or news update .txt files.

Learning
I have been fiddling around with Flash. hope I can master it, so’s I can keep up with the Joneses of the web design world and mostly ’cause it’s fun.

Searching
octopus is a fun and easy to use tool that works on multiple owsers. I found some goofy search results when I entered my name! anyway, try it out and never go to one search engine site again.

Writers/bloggers/diarists, unite!
go get your post on in the bulletin board at Diarist.net, dammit! I’m there as Bbojojo. say ‘hi’ when you see me, or something.

This is kinda fun…index your weblog according to your’s or your weblog’s overall personality type. perhaps yet another good way to find other people like you. look here for more on where to index yours.

Haha. I’m not a self-proclaimed writer but I find myself writing shit all the time. today, someone who knows this but decided I was special enough (awww, how sweet) just invited me to join theTypewriters.com. I dunno much about it, hafta go visit it yet. I’ll keep you posted on it though.

By the way
I hate writing code. I dream it, type it, and find I have to use it regularly. however, when it comes to ASP and XML/javaScript, I find I have a bit of difficulty. today a 16-yr old was teasing me about it, so now I have to master it to prove that I can! Right now I’m looking to create an ASP based script to generate a hit counter and site statistics function. this is probably not going to be easy for me to do but I chose this as the first project because I find the demand for this type of function has grown. if anyone out there has any pointers or resources on this topic, let me know and I’ll give you a prize or something. maybe I’ll put you on my Christmas shopping list.

Go to http://www.davidgagne.net Read all about it. I luv it, I luv it, I luv it. Want to spread it on a cracker. Just like I told him so.

I don’t mind being home during the holidays, getting ready to go to mom’s soon.

Oh, but wait. I gotta upgrade my IE to 5.5. God forbid I crash something or my java doesn’t work JUST RIGHT, while on this oh holy happy one-day sabbatical (yes, I have to work Friday, Saturday AND Sunday). I’m hoping to spread myself really thin and have to end up at Workaholics Anonymous meetings, drinking perrier with a twist and chainsmoking while rubbing elbows with uppitty businesswomen slash Girl Scout leaders slash PTA chair type soccer moms, and dads who engage in ow-beating their kids to overachieve but are at the office 18 hours a day.

But hark! look what I’m faced with when I’m done downloading the upgrade and ready to install! Look at what I get when I go to look for tech support! Bill’s gay-ass ‘oh, Hi, I put my pants on one leg at a time too, you know’ page. Fuck me.

Going to mom’s house now, for the festivities. Hoo. Rah. Willard Scott and Katie Couric are going to be way too perky for me, bright and early tomorrow, ’cause I plan on being hung over with a capital ‘H’….it’s just been THAT kind of week. Week? LOL it’s not even over yet.
Speaking of drinks…best place to search for cocktail and beverage recipes is here. I’m out. Nite-nite

Vikings won again, whoo hoo!

Today it’s been snowing all day here in St. Paul. I went out to lunch with mom today and got some grocery shopping done. Plus I’ve got LOADS of laundry to wash but I’ll be doing that tomorrow. In the meantime, here is something to show your 13 year old daughters…

and something old but funny to read.

Later, taters

PS – Made a $250 commissioned sale tonight…only my second one in six days but good enough, for now.

Off to bed!

On my winamp playlist right now:

Etta James – At Last Doris Troy – Just One Look Jimmy Soul – If You Wanna Be Happy Positive K – I Got A Man Sixpence None The Richer (Here On Earth – Soundtrack) – I Need Love Gladys Knight & The Pipps – Heard It Through The Grapevine

Ahhh…good to be home. Worked 4 hours at job numero dos today. Then I went and dontated plasma and ran some errands and bumped into an old friend along the way. Finally on my way home, I picked up some Chinese takeout.

If you can’t already tell by the ICQ indicator, I AM online. Do something different. Beep me. I love to talk to people.

Before I go on and on and on, I just wanna say that it is DRAFTY in this mofer tonight…. *teeth chattering*

Got home from job #2 late, as usual. didn’t make any sales, but then again, I can’t sell a plastic baggie to a dude walking his dog in the park. I am never sleepy when I get home and have the tendancy to sit on the phone or surf the net while catching a rebroadcast of the Daily Show so’s I can keep up with the news and whatnot.

Things to ponder:

Bill Shatner spouting lyrics to cheesy long-forgotten Dionne Warwick songs in a lounge singer style manner, with a unwittingly pitied house band behind him, does not a good tv commerical make. If I see another one i WILL hurl. This is just as obnoxious, if not more, than the one with the kid who burps the alphabet, for god knows what product/service they are advertising. I have forgotten already.

Also, what’s happened to customer service? do not, I repeat, do NOT go to Qwest.com if you are considering switching phone companies or DSL providers. if there is a prize for a marathon RUN-A-ROUND, these people won it. In a time span of seven minutes I went from dialing the phone to LOST in the goddamned woods. Initially I was greeted by the usual BS automated menu system, at which I was given several prompts, none of which really suited my call.

This is where you have to decide just WHICH messed up department you need to speak to, depending on the nature of your call. You always think, “…well no, I should really press ‘4’ because I want to get a credit on my account since I never use this, but then again, I need to go to ‘8’ because I returned the equi ent and need to get credit for that also.” So while you’re thinking these things you are like, “Well I don’t want to get the wrong department and get a pissed off person and then really get screwed…” so you just pick one.

Three minutes later you get a LIVE PERSON *gasp!* who gives you a different 800 number to call. You’re almost gracious and are lead into believing you have gotten ‘the HOOK UP’ or something, LOL. After speaking with *gasp!* anothe LIVE PERSON, you are then given anothe phone number, which is totally different but you think, “well, they know what they are doing, right?” Some eternities later you find you have called 4 different phone numbers, 2 of which are the same, and you are somehow BACK to the main number you called in the first place.

ARRRGGGGGHHHH! Smoke break!

Do you scream or just cry?

I nearly did both. Finally I was put through to the right person and had my problem solved. Or so I thought. They had billed me for DSL I don’t even use. They said they’d adjust my account and note it in the system. Today I get a disconnection notice. Go friggin’ figure.

Did you know that N’Sync is STILL the #1 most searched-for item in the category of ‘music’ in the internet search engines? True. Saw it at mamma.com.

Last, but certainly NOT least, the BIGGEST thing to ponder remains: Who the HELL let the dogs out??!!!

Noteworthy (or not) sites I caught tonight:

Cartoon Chicks I Wanna Nail I read everything on this site and all I can say is M-kay. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

quoteland.com will fulfill your every quotation need, from Mae West to Woody Allen to Willie Shakespeare. Knock thyself out, knave.

We’re Hosed This guy’s actually kinda funny but his recipes are the best thing on the site, IMHO*

badassmofo.com has all your latest news about bad ass mo fo’s, I guess…funny stuff anyway. Something to read while freezing to death over here.

And then there’s killyourtv.com, which lately features nuttin’ but people pissing and moaning about the election, but give it a couple days…still something else to read. a bit of fun.

Of course anyone who’s a fan of South Park has been to Mr. Hat’s Hellhole but just in case you haven’t yet, here it is. Screw you guys, I’m going to bed.
nitey nite.

My mood earlier this evening allowed me to be uninhibited enough to post this. I took the pics a couple nights ago, to test the lighting in my office since I got a different lamp in here. Hey! Chapstick weather is just around the corner. These will be reminders of how nice my lips CAN be. BTW: this is me au naturel…I don’t do makeup unless I’ve got a damned good reason.

Got so much going on right now, but I’ll be sure to update later.

WILD THING

You make my HEART SING

You make EVVV-rray-thang

grooooovvvvy Where did that come from?

*looks around the room*

Ack. My life sucks. I need a new one
Maybe these guys will buy me one.

Anybody got any offers?
I’ve already checked the junk mail and the classifieds.
I think I just need somebody to love.

*gasp*

oh NO. Did I say that? wtf is wrong with me? Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode, my heart will be guest-starring.

PS: this is utterly, repugnantly repulsive

It

is

cold

here in my apartment. I’m pissed ’cause I asked the landlord to look into it on Thursday. crap. I need to go to the store and get cigarettes.

Not that this people needs any more hits or anything, but go check this out http://iam.bmezine.com

It’s pretty interesting, to say the least

back later, buhh byee

Boo!

Hey guess what…it’s a little after 3 and I have only been up for a while. I went to bed about 3:30am last night and slept IN….like you wouldn’t believe. My eyes fluttered open this morning and I looked at my alarm clock. 7:22am. SHIT! That’s the time my bus arrives to take me to work. Crap crap crap. I must’ve sworn about a dozen times, peeled my clothes off and all but ran to the bathroom so I could get in the shower. Late is okay, I’ll just call in and tell the guys at the office that I overslept. In the bathroom, I stood there for a second and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and then it occured to me…it’s saturday, WHOO HOO!!!!!!!! Back to bed, with a capital B. Aahhh…it don’t get no betta den dat.

Then the weirdest dream came to me as I lay there and slept the morning and the early afternoon away. it was very bizarre. I was taken back to a time before my own, sometime back in the 1930’s. I was in some sort of museum, it was very gray and old and I dunno, kind of like a morbid feel to the whole place, as though I were at some sort of old creepy museum. Like I said, it was very bizarre. in the dream I was being ushered around this strange place. I cannot recall any of the scenes up until the room I describe below. I also cannot place who it was that was guiding me, nor the words they said. Unlike what happened in real life, in my dream I am told that my grandfather’s parents, at the time when they were young adults, were in two separate car accidents, both occuring the same day, and all their belongings were put into this room sized glass case. it was made to resemble an apartment they shared (I don’t this was the case in real life). The glass case ‘room’ was separated into two distinct sides, not necessarily divided rooms, though. One side was supposed to represent my grandfather’s mother’s side and the other, his father’s. here is the most strange thing of all that stuck out in the dream: among all their belongings, in the front-most part of the display case (room) were two gurneys, one on each side of the room. on the left gurney, wrapped in a wool blanket, not unlike those gray, itchy, standard army issue style ones, was the dead body of a woman, supposedly my grandfather’s mother. her body looked like it was retreived from the accident scene only moments or hours before, and there were no obvious signs of oken bones, no disfigurement, not even a scratch on her face. on the right gurney wrapped in the same kind of blanket, was the body of a man who I guess was supposed to be my grandfather’s father, his body bent out of shape from a car wreck, and most of his face missing. All I remember after that was that somehow I was allowed into the case, where I inspected their belongings with the curiousity of a snoop. I read handwritten notes, sifted through junk in a dresser drawer, touched their clothing and shoes. saw old toiletries and personal things. at one time I remember picking up a can and I shook out some ladies’ perfurmed talcum powder into my palm and put it on my neck. That was when I woke up around 1 and to this moment it is all very vivid in my mind. Bizarre!

Now this only tells me one of a few things. Either there is something tragic in my mother’s family that is unresolved, or perhaps I myself need to learn more about my family history, or else I have just had a very strange and morbid dream, and it just happened to turn out like this.

Election day haikus

It’s election day. A cold rainy icky day.

I Survived it though.

okay, I lied. I have ONE animated graphic on my site. But who could resist my lil Mario, dancin’? I think I’m in love.

Gosh, I guess I’m a little bit more chipper tonight than I was earlier. I’m sure it took a couple hours for me to thaw out. You didn’t wanna mess with me earlier. Even though I took the day off I found it was very hard to relax today. After I went back out this morning around 11:30 I got very wet and cold and couldn’t get it out of my system until after dinner tonite. I went out to another temp agency (I should be the temp agency poster child, for chrissakes) and did all their friggin’ paper work, testing and whatnot and then missed my bus. > so all day I was nasty to anyone who got in my way. It’s kinda weird how little things can change your mood for the rest of the day. good thing I’m feeling better now. anyway this possible position I’m checking into at this agency is for some admin asst. work at a prestigious post secondary educational institution in downtown Minneapolis and I’m far too excited. I know I need to squelch that because I’ve been there and done that before, only to be let down. shit hurts I guess. gotta pick my ass up, ush it off and start anew. whatever.

Even though it’s late I am nowhere near tired and I would like to skip out on job du jour tomorrow. It ain’t happenin’, so I’m gonna hafta get myself ready for bed and face the music.

Today I am beat. last night a girl I work with and I decided to go out for drinks and see what else we could get into and we didn’t get home until 4am. I woke up around 9am to tell her she had better get ready to go home ’cause she had to go to church. I only got about 4 hours sleep. That’s just about when you start to feel your age.

Sheesh.

Radio free virgin player sucks, for the most part, and although the track assortment is aplenty, and the sound is cd-quality, the interruptions due to connection buffering seems non-stop so the playback is not that pleasant.

Hey, when you were kids, have any of you ever seen this film back in school? I remember it fondly and I want a copy (it’s out of print right now).

Well I’m about to go to bed.

PS – I had a sexual dream about a female the other night….what the hell is that about?

Uff da.

It was after nine when I got home tonight. I had been out since 6:30 this morning and was ON all day. Sometimes I get tired of being ON all day. Sometimes I just wanna go home and sit on the couch and scratch my butt in front of MTV.

So tonite after working nine hours I have to take a side trip out to Minneapolis for a PT job interview.

Late getting there. Met with Joe. W. Corporate and Miss Mary So-and-So. Got lost leaving interview. Walked 6 blocks to assumed bus stop. No posted sign. Kept walking. Maybe they moved it. Walked total of ten blocks out of way to new bus stop (detoured due to construction).

Wasted 25 minutes–easy, waiting for bus to St. Paul. Got very very windblown. Got bored. Got tired. One can only shift into so many different positions while standing, waiting for a bus. Came to conclusion that riding the bus in Minneapolis is like Christmas. It comes once a year.

Got to downtown St. Paul in the rain. Waited for bus number 2 in cold glass shelter, poring through City Pages for more job opportunity, simultaneously trying to avoid the personals and ‘massage’ service ads (they’re in the back but so are the classifieds and one can easily run smack into them) which are so sleazy that even they would shock a Lake Street prostitute. Got off at mini mart, formerly owned by sister’s best friend’s uncle’s second wife, now owned by two very sexy but very stupid and shady young Lebanese men. Bought pizza, carton of milk, loaf of ead. Walked home. Was assaulted by overabundance of mail (crap) practically falling out of box. Threw new crap onto table, on top of 6 days’ worth of previously received crap. Put pizza in oven. Picked up phone and checked voicemail. Skipped 4 messages (crap) and ignored older crap still sitting there waiting to be deleted. Hung up. Sat down at table. Looked through crap. Burnt pizza. Picked off some of the pepperoni off the top and ate it. Threw the rest away. Pondered what to do next. Looked through college course guide and junkmail and bills. Almost did the dishes. Almost got a pen to write down the college info. Went into the livingroom, sat down on couch and proceeded to scratch my butt in front of MTV.

Am considering changing name of site to
weak lee, as was suggested by smart, charming, ism boy from down under. Ha.

Today I went to a barbeque at my friend’s house in Woodbury. She and her folks, brother and sister were all there and she had invited a friend who had worked with her a few years back. We got to enjoy the weather and each other, especially when we were cracking on one another. I got to hear the story of her brother being attacked by a squirrel a couple of years ago, which answered my question as to why they were always giving him shit about squirrels. It was pretty damn funny and I haven’t eaten that much in one sitting since Christmas. Uff da. I didn’t really intend to drink anything since I had had plenty the night before, but I did have a beer and a Captain Organ and Coke (yes, Captain Organ, it was a joke because someone had said ‘Morgan’ only with food in her mouth) We all agreed that sounded like a porn star name. Got home about 10:30 now I don’t feel like I will stay up very long because I am exhausted.

I’ve been extremely busy and today I’m very very very tired. More later. For now, just some miscellany:

What is the height of conceit?
Having an orgasm and calling out your own name.

Women work all the time.
Men have to put up signs when they work.

Just for fun, I’m posting this.

If you haven’t already guessed by now, I’m obsessed with things that celebrities do. I collect photos, movies, etc, plus I like reading quotations from famous people. And these quotes are funny because they all fall under the heading of “I Wish I Hadn’t Said That”

“Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?” –H.M. Warner, Warner others, 1927.

“I’m just glad it’ll be Clark Gable who’s falling on his face and not Gary Cooper.” –Gary Cooper on his decision not to take the leading role in “Gone With The Wind.”

“We don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.” –Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962.

Does that make you feel better? See? It’s not just you.

JOKE ALERT A ten year old boy was failing math. His parents tried everything from tutors to hypnosis, but to no avail. Finally, at the insistence

of a family friend, they decided to enroll their son in a private Catholic school.

After the first day, the boy’s parents were surprised when he walked in after school with a stern, focused and very determined expression on his face,

and went right past them straight to his room, where he quietly closed the door.

For nearly two hours he toiled away in his room – with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, went straight back to his room, closed the door, and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime. This pattern

continued ceaselessly until it was time for the first quarter report card.

The boy walked in with his report card – unopened – laid it on the dinner table and went straight to his room. Cautiously, his mother opened it, and to her amazement, she saw a ight red “A” under the subject of MATH. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son’s room, thrilled at his remarkable

progress.

“Was it the nuns that did it?”, the father asked. The boy only shook his head and said, “No.” “Was it the one-on-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring?” “No.” “The textbooks? The teachers? The curriculum?” “Nope,” said the son. “On that first day, when I walked in the front door and saw that guy they

nailed to the ‘plus’ sign, I just knew they meant business!”

I went with a friend from work to her place to eat and maybe go out and do something fun.

When I got there I spied a bookshelf holding a collection of all the great teen-angst movies from the 80’s. I was like, “Wow you have all these rockin videos? Sixteen Candles was like, my fave!” and she was all, “Noooo…! Those are my roommates…she’s into all that trash.” I was somewhat insulted but knew better, since this was a chick who I’d guessed was a bit more classy than to have enjoyed something like that since they were kinda before her time, like I did when I was younger. We cooked a spaghetti dinner and bitched about work (yay…someone to bitch about work with) and then decided to plop in a video. Of ALL the videos she had, we wound up watching “The Princess Bride”, which she said she had seen like, 40 times. Indeed it’s very clever and waay funny, but I guess 40 times for me? No. That would be about the time that a little voice goes off in my head that says, “YOU NEED TO GET OUT MORE AND BE WITH THE REAL PEOPLE OUTSIDE!!”

After about the 12th time she exclaimed how cute, hot, gorgeous, etc., that she thought Cary Elwes was, I thought to myself, “Ah-ha, no wonder she wasn’t all that into ‘The Breakfast Club’…She’s one of THOSE chicks that’s all into the medevil stuff and folklore and witches and probably played D&D while chugging cheap beer with her college roommates on Friday nights!”

Once the movie was about over, she looked over to where I was sitting and nearly yelled over to me. I must not have heard her the first time, turns out she caught me nodding off a bit. Ha ha. Then she was like, when this is over, do you need a ride home? I was kinda embarassed, and I knew I needed to quickly cook up an excuse. So I feigned exhaustion from a stressful day at work.

During the ride home we chatted a bit about her ex-boyfriend and my recent dating adventures. I could really tell from the things she said, that she was really still pining after this ex of hers and then started gushing about the Rennaissance Festival coming in the fall. She really is into that stuff and it’s all good but I don’t know anyone who, like, brings that stuff home, and performs plays over entire weekends with other medieval people and whatnot. When I told her cheerily that me and the other gals at work would LOVE to help find her man she was kind of disgusted at the notion and so I backed off. OKAY, so it was more like “Gurrrl, we got to getchoo a man so you can git SUM booty!” Then as we’re pulling up to my apartment I asked her something about her plans for another Friday or Saturday night in the future and I recall her saying she would be busy…

…something about a medieval play retreat over an entire weekend with other medieval people.

Gawd, I’m good.

“To those of you who received honors, awards and distinctions, I say, well done. And to the C students, I say, you too can be president of the United States.”

– PRESIDENT BUSH, to Yale’s graduates.

What happens when a president gets elected in a year with a 0 in the end?

1840: William Henry Harrison, Died in Office 1860: Abraham Lincoln, Assassinated 1880: James A. Garfield, Assassinated 1900: William McKinley, Assassinated 1920: Warren G. Harding, Died in Office 1940: Franklin D. Roosevelt, Died in Office 1960: John F. Kennedy, Assassinated 1980: Ronald Reagan, Survived Assassination Attempt

2000: ????

Visne scire quod credam? Credo Elvem ipsum etiam vivere.
(You know what I think? I think Elvis is alive.)

It seemed like a good idea at the time A class of elementary students wanted to make a planter to take home and wanted to have a plant that was easy to take care of in it so it was decided to use cactus plants. The students planted the cactus seeds in the planters and they grew nicely but unfortunately were not allowed to take them home. The cactus plants were removed and a small ivy replaced them and the

children were then allowed to take them home. Click here to see why.

even babies have bad days

Funny quote for the day

“Aren’t you going to TONGUE KISS HIM? Why not?”

“Well, maybe a little tongue, not porno tongue…church tongue.”
-from The Wedding Singer. Today I’m feeling a bit better. Just a bit though. Friday I stayed home from work again and my boss called at 1. I was online reading email and the answering machine got it. Anyway she was ‘just calling to find out how you’re doing, you still need to call us and check in to let us know if you’re coming in or not’ well, fuck…isn’t that pretty plain that I’m not coming in, if you

hadn’t heard from me by 1 o’clock?

I’ve noticed that it hurts to raise my left eyebrow, even just a little movement. It isn’t like a pinch or slight twinge. It’s like someone with stack-heel shoes has just stomped on my fucking forehead and held it there for an eternity. Now it’s Saturday and it’s just roasting out. So I’ve decided to

stay in, sit in my pajamas all day, drink coffee, watch The Big Lebowski for the

12th time, avoid cleaning house, have anxious thoughts about what to do with the last $240.00 in my bank account (I need to make a $224.00 payment to my credit consolidation company by Monday, but I also need to buy toilet paper among other things–groceries and I also need to buy a bus pass for the month-$57.00), and find weird things to post here. Fuck it. I should have just gone to the bar.

font size=”+1″>a name=”yahooclub”>Do you uh…Yahoo!/font size>

I am a member of a few Yahoo! clubs. Taking advantage of the information provided to me as a club member, I’ve ventured to the Yahoo! Clubs main page to see just what kinds of STRANGE clubs there are out there. These are actual clubs that I’ve found, that ACTUAL people belong to and post ACTUAL messages to. Please be warned that some of this content is ADULT. So don’t come crying to me about your kids getting porn from ME. Club name:

Breast feed while you baby sit

Club founder’s message on homepage says: “Breast feed the baby you baby sit (wet-nurse)” [Hey…isn’t that the baby’s mother’s job? I cannot believe there is an entire ONLINE CLUB devoted to this shit. -b]

Club name: Lipstick Blowjobs

font color=”black”>Club founder’s message on homepage says:/font color> Dedicated to women wearing heavy lipstick, giving blowjobs, and leaving lipstick marks/rings on their prey! [Um. that’s just gross. Club founder is same person

as the one who runs Teen Face Shots club mentioned below. This person is a fucking pedophile if you ask me. Also runs site called High School Cheerleaders, which has a bunch of links on the bottom pointing other sites full of 14 year olds: “Drunkchix”, “Teeny legs”, “Scandy girls” (what’s Scandy?), “Cutie Butts”, “Daily Bra”, “Cleavage Girls”, “Girls with Glasses”, and last but not least “Girls With Braces”. Is that NOT an obvious clue as to the magnitude of

this person’s pediphilio-perviness??! I don’t care if this person finds me and gives me a hard time, either. I’ll call the authorities you big pervie pervmeister perv. PERV! -b]

Club name: Online Job

Club founder’s message on homepage says:

Get you online job !!! Just join and make $2.00 a hour.

[Needless to say there is but 1 member. I suppose it WOULD be worth joining, seeing as I currently don’t make any money while surfing the net. At least I could get $2.00 ‘a hour’ -b]

Club name: Teen Face Shots

Club founder’s message on homepage says: Send head pics only of 9-18 y/o girls in makeup. Casual, formal, or other attire O.K. Please, no magazine or modeling pics, only personal scans. Also upload lip prints (lipstick kisses on paper) with a shot of the girl. Softcore only, follow guidelines or pics will be deleted! [Another sly way to get photos of young girls, perv! 9 year olds with make-up? Come on. That’s not normal and we all know it. PERV! -b]

Club name: Holy Grail Quoter Club

Club founder’s message on homepage says: A place to Quote Holy Grail “Where’d you get the coconut?” “We found it!” “Found it? In Mercia? The coconut’s tropical!” “What?” “Well, this is a Temperate Zone! You can’t find tropical plants here!” “The swallow may fly south for warmer clims in winter, yet these are not strangers in our land?” “Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?!” Want to see more? Come on in and see! [Unfortunately for me, I can’t join! I’d be a better candidate for membership if I could remember more from the movie than just: “Hey, you’ve got no arms!” “ach…it’s just a flesh wound!” -b] Club name:

id love to take you up the arse

Club founder’s message on homepage says: Nothing Founded: October 02, 1999 Members: 7 [Given the lack of info provided by the club homepage, it’s hard to say whether this club’s members are meant to be straight or homosexual. In any case, it’s a yawner so far, even though its had 2,081 pageviews. I’d have avoided posting about it altogether, but it’s title is quite unique and well I just love any use of the word ‘arse’, especially in Yahoo! Clubs, as in the case of the club entitled

Father Jack’s Arse Biscuits. Ha. I have yet to investigate that one-b]

Club name:

Burger King Employees Fight Back

Club founder’s message on homepage says: Welcome BK employees & ex employees this is your site to discuss the corruption that has made your job suck. The lies, the scams, the setups, and most of all those ‘bonuses’ that never come on your anniversary and especially the district managers who get paid for making new rules to make our job more of a a living fucking hell…Especially ______ & _______, they really both can fucking die for all i care. And dont forget about lazy ass managers like _____. >

Founded: February 02, 1999 Members: 15

[Awww, poor babies! They have no idea what a REAL JOB is like, until they have to join the rest of the adult working world. Then come tell me how much fun you’re having, trying to get a decent wage and competing with pretty college-degree-wielding, well- ed, jet-setting, young ‘enterprising’ people who never really worked a day in their life and have everything handed to them on a silver platter. I really, really hope that those poor managers mentioned above have read this club members’ messages and have a good laugh. If anything, those folks are really the ones to be pitied. I bet they have their OWN Yahoo! club. “The Plight Of Burger King Managers, Having To Deal With Whiny Pre-pubescent Eminem Fans Who Lack Work Ethic Not To Mention Taste In Music” -b] Speaking of Yahooligans Yesterday a friend and I were discussing Yahoo chat and the goofy emotes and smiley icons it has for you to use. Out of the emotes, it has one called ‘crash’ and if you double click it, the chat window makes the user “…crash through a ick wall and yell ‘Hey, KOOL-AID!”

Kinda dumb huh? Well, not all the people I talk to on Yahoo are American so they’re like, what the hell is Kool-aid? So for you, my readers, I am here to provide a public service. history of Kool-Aid Man and other fun facts.

That’s where Yahoo got that shit from. As for the smileys, one of our favorites is the img src=”http://static.userland.com/weblogsCom/gems/dayleeweblogscom/talk2th_hand.jpg”> icon. I say it means ‘talk to the hand’ lol. Other people say it means ‘stop’. So, being that the people at Yahoo! are as silly as they are, coming up with

that Kool-Aid thing and all, I wouldn’t be surprised if img src=”http://static.userland.com/weblogsCom/gems/dayleeweblogscom/talk2th_hand.jpg”> DOES mean ‘talk to the hand’!

img src=”http://static.userland.com/weblogsCom/gems/dayleeweblogscom/dancing_paul.JPG” width=”75″ height=”55″ border=”0″ alt=”bust a move”> >
dancingpaul.com
is extremely funny…

IMDB HATES me–I tried to register with their site so I could get movie & film updates and like FOUR times, it sent me this link so I could do so. I wanted to go there so I could comment on the film that was made about webloggers who fall in love. I can’t help but wonder if that’s why Melanie Griffith get her own blog and domain?? Is it because of the new movie she and whats-his-face are doing? Fuck I gotta get that link…just had it the other day…

President Bush was in St. Paul yesterday, to address the public regarding his new energy plan. I’m sorry, but as much as I was able to sit there and applaud his motives and ideas, it was sooo annoying because the man kept saying Nook-ya-ler, instead of nuclear!! Fuck. It was enough for me to develop a headache on top of the one I already had.

The free stuff page has been updated!

No more Victoria’s Secret Perfume! At least not at www.victoriassecret.com….I had to order it from a reseller. Ha. $21 per unit as opposed to manufacturer’s retail price of $66! Saved a bundle…got three bottles. Now I feel like Elaine from Seinfeld, when they took the Today sponge off the market, LOL.

SQ = stupidity quotient

HOW DO THESE PEOPLE SURVIVE? Recently, when I went to McDonald’s I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen nuggets. “We don’t have half dozen nuggets”, said the teenager at the counter. “You don’t?” I replied. “We only have six, nine, or twelve,” was the reply. “So I can’t order a half-dozen nuggets, but I can order six?” “That’s right.” So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets. A couple of months ago I was checking out at the local grocery store with just a few items and the lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those “Dividers” that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our things so they wouldn’t get mixed. After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the “Divider” looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it. Not finding the bar code she said to me “Do you know how much this is?” and I said to her “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t think I’ll buy that today”. She said “OK” and I paid her for the things and left. She had no clue to what had just happened…..

Sign in a gas station: Coke — 49 cents. Two for a dollar.

IDIOTS ARE EASY TO PLEASE:
A friend of mine was sitting in my science class, when the teacher commented that the next day would be the shortest day of the year. Her lab partner became visibly excited, cheering and clapping. She explained to her that the amount of daylight changes, not the actual amount of time. Needless to say, she was very disappointed.

This time last year. Ugh. Yes. I know that it’s Thursday. Let me just tell you I’ve been through hell in the last day. Tuesday night I had knocked myself silly. How? Well, by falling down a huge flight of cement stairs and hitting my head. Very graceful, I know. *Ahem* Anyway, that’s all over with and I’m recovering. Ice. Rest (ha) and Tylenol every four hours. See account of this on tuesday’s update, below.

Recap!

Monday
alcohol units u>0/u>, cigarettes u>11/u>, hours of sleep u>5/u>, interruptions at work by horny Yahooligans armed with Messenger u>3/u>, Days ’til my high school’s 10-year class reunion 12. I think I’ll survive, which is v.g. indeed.

Survive. now there’s a word you hear in every damned thing in the media these days. who gives a fuck about the survivors anymore? Me? God no. Tina Wesson fainted? good for her. it’s probably the only unrehearsed thing any cast member had gotten to do thus far. so I hear. yes, Dateline has gotten their dirty little paws into the whole controversy about the show’s producers, and I caught the story on um…Sunday night? Who can remember. I’m blaming the bump on the noggin. Anyway as I was saying, survivor this, survivor that. Destiny’s Child capitalizing on it, Hollywood Squares featuring past cast members, etc., etc. Have had enough. I don’t need to turn on the telly to see a survivor. I am one. doh. yeah i just slapped myself on the back but well it’s about time. I’ve had a brush with death and hell, I’m going to start appreciating things more. ha. I say this at least once a year, like some sorry New Year’s Resolution, but still…this time it means something.

Waiting for bus after work, it was 100 (not kidding) degrees outside, I decide to pop into Dayton’s and use the ladies’. There was one other person in there but I didn’t care, I was just glad to be in the air-conditioning. I finished and was washing up when this woman turns to look at me and says “You know, you are very beautiful.” I was like, M-KAY, this lady is wacked ’cause I’m no supermodel. I’m not even what people consider ‘pretty’ by modern standards. I’m no wallflower though, or a plain Jane on the other hand, so I politely said “Well, thank you.” and smiled, and was looking frantically for the paper towel dispenser and then she says “…and I ain’t tryin’ ta git witchoo or nuttin’ like dat. Ah’m jes the kinda person who tellin’ it like it is. And I think you are beautiful.” Okay. Must hustle. “Thanks, thanks very much” I gush, and all but run out of the bathroom and practically tear out of the store. Waiting at bus stop again, I’m thinking, Okay. Analyze that one. So she thought I was beautiful. Well, then I must be. Whatever! She was creepy. Am still just okay looking. Weirdo. Who does she think she is, putting shit like this on me to deal with??! Got on bus and went home to forget all about it. And did. Or so I thought. grrr.

Tuesday

Had to get up extra early to run a special errand this day. Two weeks ago I got a cryptic voicemail from a gentleman calling from New York, asking me to return his call, to his law office in Moriah. Who knows? I called him back and it turns out this check(?) that I wrote back in August 2000 to a client of theirs (some terrible mini mart, all I can remember is they didn’t have the cigarettes I wanted, and no Frapuccino!) had been returned to them, and was not paid by my bank (whoops!). I never receieved any notice as such or at least haven’t received any for some time now. They wanted $145 by noon (two weeks ago) or else they were seeking court and fees in upwards of $1200 or more (?). In any case, I managed to sweet-talk the lawyer into waiting for the 15th so I could pay it then. Here it is. May 15th. Western Union, here I come…it was already 88 degrees and it wasn’t even 8:30 yet! I was all grouchy from the heat and the inconvenience of it all before I even got there. (had to walk to the end of the block and around the corner to use the ATM and I was going to be late for work, you’d think they’d HAVE an ATM in a Western Union but ahh…no.) I got up to the counter and started filling out the slip that said ‘To Send Money’ and was nearly done when I heard another man at the counter, who was asking the clerk to help him fill out his slip, “I can’t write or read,” he said. I felt bad and tried to not be in such a bitchy mood after that and as I’m finishing filling out my slip, the man who couldn’t write was finished at the counter and came over near me. He stood right behind me (I’m not kidding, this guy was all up on me…hello, Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder???!!) and saw the frustration in my face. He began telling me he thought I should go ask the guy at the counter for help, since he had, and was done already! “Maybe you wouldn’t have trouble if you ask for help, you should go do it..” he kept telling me this about 4 times and I just shook my head and politely told him I was doing fine and as he persisted I signed the slip, turned to him and said tersely “I’m FINE. Would you please leave me alone and mind your business? Thank you.” He was all “Oh, fine, whatever, just trying to help,” etc., etc., and I walked up to the guy behind the window to turn in my slip. After a few minutes of waiting he finally stamped my paper and I gave him $172.00 and some odd cents. “Why so much?” I asked…I only was paying $145.00! He said that to add the three extra lines (account no., reference no., and contact telephone no.) were additional. Well, crap, that’s what the lawyer told me to put on there! Turns out what I should have had done was a ‘quick collect’ payment which is different altogether and SHOULD have only cost me $145.00. The clerk quickly figured this out, transfered my info from the 1st form onto the correct one, gave me back the cash difference in fees, and sent the wire transfer and I was on my way. Turns out the guy who couldn’t write was smarter than me. Ack. Another lesson learned. Got back on the bus and sat down. Right behind (bloody hell) lady from the Daytons bathroom. Who knew? I was in a TOTALLY different part of town. Totally different time of day. Shit. She was creepy. Now she is mumbling to herself. I cough (first time I have ever cursed my smoking habit). She turns just enough to see me out of the corner of her eye. Does a slow-long double take. “Aren’t you the lady I met the other night?” says she. “uh yeah.” She kinda winks at me and then goes back to mumbling to herself and I jump to a different seat. Three blocks before my stop this huge woman (I’m talking HUGE) gets out of her seat, a few rows up from Creepy Mumbling Dayton’s Bathroom Lady. Huge woman is thudding down the aisle meanwhile shaking the entire bus and Creepy Mumbling Daytons Bathroom Lady waves to the HUGE woman (who’s just about broke the stairs and poured herself out the bus door) and says “Oh hey, have a nice day, sexy, beautfil lady!” to the huge woman. Am sinking into seat and can’t help but wonder wonder wonder. Head spinning. WTF?! Who is this lady, really? A missionary? Is there some sort of project, some sick mission where she and her other Creepy Mumbling Dayton’s People to go around telling ugly, semi-ugly chubby and/or grossly overweight women how beautiful they are? Some sick, sick mission? Fuck if I know. Was 5 minutes late for work. Am so beautiful, though! ha. right. and broke now too. Fucking lawyers.

Worked all day! The supervisor was out sick Thursday and Friday and so I was hit hard with alot of responsibilties while she was out. Needless to say it was crazy crazy both days and therefore Tuesday a.m. I was slowly but surely catching up. It was pleasant enough until I had all of a sudden been slammed with a last minute project from someone else and I was pissed because I was very very very busy this day (but so far managing) and was sent the following e-mail from the supervisor:

Bobbi Jo:

Please put 100% of your efforts towards accomplishing this project.

Ignore the emails. Phone calls and greeting visitors should be your only other concern until this project is completed.

Please email me when it is completed (posted by the mailroom and in the buckets, ready for pickup).

Thanks!

-J

How how how? I’m in the middle of another one right now, Yahooligans won’t leave my messenger alone, people keep coming in the door, yikes! shit. then this message just threw me into the worst of moods. ha. just for that I finished it in two hours. double ha. Survived once again, and even stayed the extra 20 minutes to help a client. Got ready to go and called in a takeout order from the Vietnamese place downstairs. That’s when it happened.

Was digging through by totebag looking for something and going around the corner to take the stairs. I was not looking where I was going. I had done this routine a hundred times before. Same hallway, same steps, same rooting-through-bag action. Then before I knew it, I had tumbled from the first step to the last. All 15 of them. cement. hard. ouch. I fell end-over-end down them and I nearly died. Really. The property manager’s office is next door and the manager heard me howling. She told me not to move. All I remember from that moment was asking her “Who’s yelling? That sounds horrible!” She said “That’s you, darling, now stay still, I’ve called you an ambulance.”

I was told I had a bump on my head the size of a tennis ball and I don’t recall if I had blanked out at all, from the time she was talking to me until the time the ambulance had come. Anyway it was all very scary. When the ambulance came the paramedics were very serious I was scared to death. Before long they whisked me away and I was in ambulance with a neck cuff on and an IV and o2. They took me to emergency. I’ll be damned…those paramedic staff know their cell phones! They asked me if there was someone to contact and I was nodding and howling, because talking made everything hurt. Trying to tell them yes but–the number was in my cell phone–it’s my sis or my mom, their names are… Before I knew it they had whipped my phone out of my bag, found the numbers in my phone and were talking to my sis and mom. I don’t even remember the IV hurting (this, from a girl who, back when she was small, once had to be held down by 6 nurses to have a needle). In the E.R. they eventually took off the neck cuff and then the doctor on call examined me. After they determined I was o.k. except for the fact that my forehead was swollen and I had some minor and major abrasions (rug burns and gashes on my elbows, lower back and shins) and before I knew it I was staying at mom’s for the night. The swelling went down drastically in a matter of a few hours and I have only had mild headaches every now and then, in addition to that alot of stiffness from the fall, and I’m not really supposed to stoop down for anything, although today I did while doing some laundry. Afterward I was very very dizzy. That happened after I wokeup from a nap today too. Dizziness isn’t usually a bad thing to experience but both of these tiny episodes were enough to bring tears to my eyes. I’m feeling much better now and taking it very very very easy. I am up late, yeah but I’m not planning to go to work til probably Friday or perhaps not till Monday. In any case, they’re not worried about when I show up. They’re just glad I’m fine, of course. And as my friend Mary and now several others have insisted, I have checked into my rights for worker’s comp and the only thing I need to worry about is that I need to be following up with the property mgr’s ins. co. to be sure a report was filed. I’m sure the woman from the property managers office that sat with me ’til the paramedics came had taken care of that by now but i’ll double check. Anyway I’m just glad to be home and taking it slow.

Thanks to everyone for all your kind words and notes. I appreciate it very much. going to go get some more rest now.

Update: new emails, 62; calories, 2031 (v. bad); calls from prospective new boy, 0; cigarettes, 16.

Want to hastily highlight and delete entire in-box, being mostly unsolicited crap, but know better, as waiting on status for a Victoria’s Secret order (bath gel and lotion, not underwear, pervies! Not THIS on order, anyway). Also waiting to hear back from girl friend on her new job. Want to go out and have a few amaretto sours and cosmopolitans and flirt fiercely and smoke alot and be taken home by some alarmingly cute man-child with large brain and sexual appetite to match. Grit teeth, as realize am actually spending another evening alone, frightfully bored out of mind, more likely to wind up spinster, getting pissed on Bacardi Diet Cokes and chatting in Yahoo! chatroom with unattractive, lying, fat, 45 year old person called “Brad”, who tells me how great I am and trying like mad to get into my cyber-pants. Double UGH.

On bright side, forgot I have tube of cookie dough in fridge! Hurrah! Also today I managed to get two VIP passes for Tuesday evening at First Ave. Anyone want to go with me?

Crap on a cracker.

Am surely going to be eaten out of house and home by bugs.

Can’t have windows up to enjoy nice day because insects and vermin of all sorts have invaded better part of Twin City metro since it is summer soon, dammit. Yes, I have screens on my windows but the frames are warped just the slightest bit, allowing every damned bug and his grandmother and all his cronies to infest this 84-year old building.

The worst of it is that I don’t have anyone in here to kill these bugs! Seems silly doesn’t it? I don’t have the gall to. I gotta get a man to do it for me. That’s another mountain yet to climb. So far all I’m attracting are these bugs.

Am going to go plant my ass down on the sofa and watch HGTV and hope I don’t cry when i see all these chicks with nice houses and great, bug-killing husbands.

Have not ventured out-of-doors nearly entire weekend, with exception of few hours on Saturday. Can feel muscles beginning to atrophy already. In retrospect, I’ve gotten LOTS done around the house. Laundry, tidying up, plus the site has had a design re-haul. can’t see it? just hit refresh. looks half-decent in netscape too (I’m using v. 4.77). Thanks sammy, for your help! also, once again I have enabled the ‘search this site’ (or the web) functions, via the ultra-classy search engine.

Was up til 4am doing nothing too important, went to bed and got up about noon.

Get home very late, proceed to sit down at kitchen table to fill out self-review. Performance review at job is 2 Wednesday, and self portion due by noon.

Had almost no trouble with first four pages, as were all questions on how I felt my job’s tasks were handled, each answer to be rated from 1 to 5, 1=poor, 2=needs improvement, 3=average, 4=above average, 5=outstanding. Rated self on almost all duties as 3 or 4.

Got to page 5. Was bewildered, as page 5 entirely essay questions asking for self-thoughts on strengths I possess in the job, changes to be made in job, what do I dislike about job,

like, etc.

Sat and chewed on pen whilst racking brain for thoughtful but not too ass-kissy
answers. Took 40 minutes to come up with (astonishingly!) good sentences and outlines, completing entire page. Checked email, talked on phone with new boy, packed lunch and went to bed.

7:38am Am starting to doubt bus is ever coming. Maybe I missed it! Lit a cigarette and proceeded to smoke at bus stop whilst trying desparately to keep linen suit jacket from flapping in breeze and thus getting burnt on cigarette.

7:50am

Get on bus going in general direction of downtown. Have to catch transferring bus, once downtown, at 8:17am. Not likely to catch EXACT transferring bus, as this is later bus. Oh well, they’re only a few minutes apart. Listen to local radio talk show and hear remarks about Dalai Lama being in town for peace conference and whatnot.

8:11am

Am starting to boil beneath skin a bit, sitting there waiting on fuckwit bus driver who decides to argue with person in wheelchair at bus stop, about how wheelchair lift not working. Am wishing he would just leave so we could get round to getting downtown already.

8:21am

Got downtown and got off bus. Ran to end of block to try to catch next

transferring bus which will be soooo fucking slow (the bugger stops at every block along way to Minneapolis!)

8:22am
Update: buses missed, 1; amount of money dropped out of coinpurse while trying to hail next bus, $1.42; number of times screamed “SHIT!” at top of voice due to missed bus and fallen money, 4.

Gawd I wish I could start driving to work. It’s not a good idea…there’s never parking and…oh yes, finally the blasted blurry bus arrives, hurrah!

8:56am

Transferring bus turned out to be limited stop bus (#50)! Had no idea of which, and got up to pull signal and get off bus at stop in front of office building. Bus passed stop. Got mad. Stood up and burst out at bus driver about wanting to get off at Fairview Avenue. Driver spat back loudly that I was on limited stop bus. Turned red and sat back down. Had to get off 3 (very large) blocks away from actual usual bus stop. All but ran to office building just barely late enough to be considered actually late, which is v.good. Hate being confronted about lateness!

9:08am

Went to breakroom to put lunch in fridge and get coffee. Oh joy! Hurrah. Someone has made some (besides me…always me, and somehow I never get any and have to make another pot)! and there’s one cup left. Bad bus trip forgotten, smiling and almost skipping, bring cup of coffee to desk and reach into bag to pull out folder containing most impressive self-review, lay folder on desk. Phone rings. Reach across desk to answer it and knock tumbler of precious last bit of coffee all over desk and impressive self-review. Immediately feel as though am surely doomed to hell.

10:10

Coffee-soaked review has dried but first two pages now nearly all brown, as if was dragged through sewage on way to work. Came up with (brilliant!) idea to remedy situation. Review was filled out in black ink. No one would suspect otherwise, if was photocopied. Managed somehow, and turned into supervisor well before due time. Nearly wet pants waiting for review, to be at 2 . Very occupied with thought of failing, and wanted badly to duck out of office, go home to lie in bed and chain-smoke for rest of day.

3:04

Passed review with flying colors and was very surprised. Got 3’s and 4’s on almost everything, and even some 5’s here and there. Smiled alot. Actually got through to both supervisor and VP. Am also pleased, as was also able to air opinions on strategy of operations team rebuilding and share my idea on office expense review & restructure of procurement. Was handed letter of salary increase and said a little thank-you to God under my eath. Coasted euphorically through rest of day.

Thursday evening, 8:18

Update: weight=too much, alcohol units=0, cigarettes=5 (v.g.), calories 1480, Motrin Ibuprofen 8, times I’ve rolled my eyes today 732. Busted ass all day at office, DWD (dealing with doofuses). Thankfully was able to leave at normal time of 5:30. Got off bus to walk home and felt strangely beautiful. Don’t know if it was because handsome young man downtown eyed my curiously, or because was dressed nicely

today, or if because it was absolutely gorgeous out this evening and I picked several bunches of lilacs from the bushes lining the alleyway, their honeyed aroma beckoning me, just a few blocks up from my apartment (I know that’s stealing). Either way, I say strangely because well, have you seen me? Ha. That and also because my hair was falling out of the clip I had it up in, I was cramping up and bloated all day thanks to a visit from my monthly best buddy, and also my feet were blistering up a bit, from wearing new sandals. Got home and made dinner. Sat blinking, through most un-funny episode of ‘Friends’ (except that bit where Ross tried to avoid a ticket while driving with Rachel…that was funny!). Nearly lost appetite for rest of dinner upon seeing Kathleen Turner appear onstage as a drag queen in a Vegas show that Chandler and Monica went to see. Ugh. Sat through ‘The Weakest Link’ and somehow managed to finish eating dinner even though Richard “arsehole” Hatch and company of jerks from ‘Survivor 1’ were on it, failing miserably to make me laugh, with their stupid ribbing of each other and their lack of ability to answer easy questions (e.g.: what does E.S.P. stand for = extra sensory perception!).

This time last year.

Cinco de Mayo

Hanson admits to homosexual and incestuous behavior? >*gasp!* No! >Yes. ‘Tis true

Shrooms? Really? Yup. West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin caugh with a ‘suspicious looking bag’ containing none other than a batch of magic mushrooms.

Sound beyond cool >

Infinite Wheel’s Dub Selector will keep even the most discriminating music-loving web surfer happy for hours.

Should your loved one be placed into an assisted computing facility? The folks at Satirewire feature this article, a guide to those of you who have asked yourself this question. Check the warning signs! If any of them point to mom & dad, better hurry and pack them up for the move to their new home, whose caring and loving staff promise not to ask them to cut & paste anything, right-click, or refer to a manual.

Fug-git abbaht it! >If you see these people, do not, I repeat, NOT turn them in to the authorities. Fear not, it’s only HBO.com’s Sopranos Look-Alike Contest.

Yay! May is “Victims of Pornography” month!

Oh. I thought it was ‘Put The Toilet Seat Down’ month. Or maybe that’s June. Well, whatever.

The Girl Scouts can’t even sing their old faves anymore. I remember back in the day as a wee lass, in Girl Scout camp, when we used to sing a song about senoritas, retarded people, the homeless, and various weird people in general. A few years later, in the beginning of all this PC garbage, they made us change ‘senoritas’ word to ‘pretty ladies’. Back then, I thought THAT was harsh. Now, thanks to ASCAP and their so-called ‘politically correct’ asses, merry little girls all over the country can no longer sing anything that is copywrited, either. That includes “Happy Birthday”, and a favorite old camp song about pajamas, sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of The Republic”.

Oh, crap. I didn’t know Wednesday was World Phone-In ‘Sick’ Day. >I thought that was on Thursday. So I was a day late. So what.

Fun generators aplenty
The Mr. T. name generator. >

You know your pornstar name, your drag queen name, so now what’s your Mr. T. name?

For when you’re completely bored off your ass, there’s the quintessential postmodern essay generator.

Your lame-ass superhero dreams come true

with the useless superhero generator. The site even promises that your superhero
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This is from my White Castle Daily Trivia Calendar. I’m home SICK as a dog today, I’m almost sure it’s the flu. My head feels like it’s stuffed with cinderblocks and my nose won’t stop running, I’m coughing like there’s no tomorrow and my whole body aches, all the way down to my little pinky toe. I just now got to feeling strong enough to get off the couch to do something. I did go to the store and get some medicine and some chicken soup.

Today is National Prayer Day

Perhaps someone could pray for me so that I could have better stuff to watch on TV. Daytime TV sucks. I sat through Today and all their perky hijinks and then succumbed to some crappy cartoonage. I can’t remember what it was, but then I caught NBC’s Time & Again which is a show that goes into NBC’s past archives to highlight a certain person or event. Today it was Jackie Gleason

they were doing, which was a bit more entertaining than Katie Couric and Matt Lauer and their glossy asses. Then of course, no day at home from work could be complete without seeing The Price Is Right on tv.

Bob Barker never fails to entertain and enlighten us all. Sally Jessy Raphael’s show once again succeeded in convincing me to not get married and have children. The topic of disussion was in the area of parents who are going through the difficulties of joint custody of their children. Some of these

people don’t even deserve children! Then it’s on to Oprah. Featured guests today went one whole week without makeup! What an ordeal! Sweet Jesus, can someone help these poor, desperate women?! What ever will we do?

Chuck Knoblauch gets a warm welcome

Two Minnesota Twins security guards had to keep an eye on the crowd in left field as New York Yankees’ Chuck Knoblauch takes part in practice before the game against the Minnesota Twins Tuesday night in Minneapolis. Knoblauch complained that fans threw things at him during Monday night’s game. Eventually, the Yankees team was forced off the field because during the game, the unruly fans continued to throw stuff. Awww. Well, Chuckie, if you didn’t suck so much, they wouldn’t!

Supermodel Nikki Taylor is in critical condition in the hospital, recovering from a car accident three days ago. She is suffering from severe liver damage and internal bleeding, among other things, and now all of a sudden people on the news media have stories about how much people are so concerned these days about young people dying in car accidents. Like it’s not important until it happens to one of our beautiful, rich & famous elite.

It’s the night all you Survivor freaks have been waiting for

Who really cares?, is what I’d like to know. And Richard Hatch, doing the presenting of the award to the winner? Weren’t his 15 minutes of fame over, like, a long time ago?

This week’s strangest search result yet

erotic AND stories AND backyard AND mom AND friend AND tent

Note to the searcher: For better results, I highly recommend lowering your standards,
narrowing your search, and for Pete’s sake, don’t put ‘erotic’ and ‘mom’ in the same sentence. Ever.

Jay Leno’s nursery rhymes

Last night, Jay decided to feature a spot of him going to college campuses, in search of young people who actually knew their nursery rhymes. I think that everyone needs a dose of Mother Goose as a child, it only helps you in the future. I can’t believe our tax dollars go to higher education institutes whose students don’t even know that Jiminy Cricket was a cricket, and not a grasshopper! Here, I’m featuring some of his queries: Q. Bahh, bahh, black sheep, have you any: A. -money -fur? Q. Old mother hubbard went to her cupboard to: A. -fetch a pail of water? -make a drink? Rub a dub, dub, 3 men in a tub, Q. What were the 3 men? A. -the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker? -perverts?

-gay?

Q. Jiminy Cricket is a: A. grasshopper? Um, NO. Try again. Q. Little bo peep lost what? A. a dollar? Q. Little miss muffet sat on a what? A. A tuffet. Q. Okay. What’s a tuffet? A. A type of large mushroom (the young man who answered this said he knew alot about mushrooms). Let it be noted that he appeared as though indeed he did. Q. The little man who could turn straw into gold was who? A. Jesus

Okay, since I’ve nothing better to do, I’m going to go watch Friends, now.

Bad: You find a porn movie in your son’s room. Worse: You’re in it. Bad: Your husband’s a crossdresser. Worse: He looks better than you. Bad: Your wife wants a divorce. Worse: She’s a lawyer. Bad: Your wife’s leaving you. Worse: For another woman. Bad: Your wife’s arrested for soliciting. Worse: She implicates you. Good: Hot outdoor sex. Bad: You’re arrested. Worse: By your husband. Good: The teacher thinks your son’s great. Bad: In bed. Good: You came home for a quickie. Bad: Your wife walks in. Good: You go to see a strip show. Bad: Your daughter’s the headliner. Good: Your boyfriend’s exercising. Bad: So he’ll fit in your clothes. Good: Your daughter’s on the Pill. Bad: She’s eleven. Good: Your neighbor exercises in the nude.

Bad: He weighs 350 pounds.

I’ve got a good excuse. I have been quite busy.

I always say that…I’m such a liar.

Spent all day out and about yesterday with a friend. We went looking for garage sales and then hit Grand Avenue and spent hours poring through antique shops. We were kind of excited to find one particular store called “American Junk”. It was really not all that junky. So we were a bit disappointed. It was truly American, howsomever.

I didn’t buy anything at the antique sales but I found a compact flourescent bulb (the ones that are supposed to last you five years) at one of the garage sales ($2) pretty good considering they are about $10-12 each retail. Then I got a really cool book called “The Encyclopedia of Bad Taste” and I’m loving it. My feet hurt now from all the walking. That’s what I get for wearing sandals instead of sneakers! We stopped for something to eat about 4:30 and if you are ever in the area, you have to go over to Snuffy’s Malt Shop. It’s soooo worth it.

Then we went to the park to relax. The zoo was closed anyway…mostly people were just cooking out and tossing baseballs around and stuff.

The weather forecast said it was supposed to get up to eighty-five but it wasn’t too hot yesterday…I was actually kind of enjoying it.

Friday afternoon I went over to Arby’s to get a diet coke not because I really wanted it but I just needed change for the bus but I figured it’s pretty pathetic to try and ask for change when most likely they want you to make a purchase. Anyway…I was kind of annoyed to find that the person waiting on me was more concerned about her cell phone than her customers. When I heard it ring I wasn’t sure if it was a funky new french fryer alarm or whatever but then she all but ran to the back and didn’t even excuse herself. Then it was obvious that she was on the phone. Ugh. That just chaps my hide. I remember wishing really hard that I could make myself do something really awful just to get even with her. Like vomit on the counter and all over her cash register. But alas, I am not gifted with the ability to vomit on command. Dammit. I know a guy who can fart that way. Some people are just so blessed.

Then that evening as I’m coming home from work I had to avoid a parade. I forgot the town I live in had its summer festivities this weekend. Well whatever, I didn’t participate in them. Later on I spent some time with the new boy. (I really had a good time, by the way, if you’re reading this. Feel what I’m feeling PS – when you gonna come over & DANCE with me?)

Today I am going to relax. I slept in and drank two french vanilla capuccinos and now I’m getting ready to go over to my friend’s house, the one who lives in Woodbury. She’s moving to NYC in a week so we agreed to get together. Plus she’s most likely going to unload some stuff onto me that she doesn’t want anymore. I can deal.
I’m already thinking of turning into the new neighboorhood Salvation Army Thrift store, since my sis did the same thing to me earlier this year when she moved.

At least I have a good excuse to visit NYC now…I’ve always really wanted to but at least now I’ve got three friends living there…she can get me $200 round trip tickets so it’s all good.

Linkage
When the wind blows the wrong way… now I’ve seen everyfuckingthing

I was in Yahoo chat the other night and this link was posted. That is my chat handle, btw. Anyhoo. It’s nice to know someone cares enough to show their adoration.

Are you a fan of HBO’s “OZ”? So much so, that you’re dying to know what your prison bitch name might possibly be? Why don’t you go find out. Mine is ‘The Jacker’ by the way. Um. Whatever that could possibly mean.

On an ending note, my Book list has been updated (very interesting to you, I’m sure) and also here is the end-all be-all of dating guides. My gift to you, ladies. PURELY ENTERTAINMENT, people! Keep this in mind. Problems with it? I don’t want to hear about it.

If you missed lesson #1, it is available here. Now go away.

My first impression after using it, I don’t think I like eBay. I tried to buy a limited edition videotape for children and was very disappointed to find myself outbidded by someone who was willing to pay $96 for it. I drew the line at $60. I love my 5 year old nephew dearly but god help me, I have spent thousands on the runt at umpteen birthdays/christmases/what-have-you, only to cringe because he is wrecking the toys, standing on them or is out in the yard collecting sticks and bugs. When he’s not playing he’s hanging around his poor mother’s ankles, complaining of sheer boredom. So no. Ahem. Anyway…off my soapbox.

I’m extremely lazy tonight. Someone I was chatting with online asked me if I could write your own job description, start your own business, what would it be?

If I could write my own job description? Hmmmm…tempting indeed. Let’s
see…

-Go to the library. Be loud. Hog the card catalogue or computer when there is a line and ignore everyone waiting. Check out 40 books and not be given a due date.

-Prank call my former manager every day at 11 am and hang up, a-la Bart Simpson and Moe at Moe’s Tavern.

-Read.

-Go on a road trip with an unlimited amount of gas and with good friends.

-Go out dancing and karaoke-clubbing and have the balls to actually get up there and do it for once.

-Read.

-Be a jet setter and take off for a different place every week. Rub elbows with the rich and notorious, and talk shit about them behind their back.

-Get paid to make an ass of myself on a stage.

-Read.

-Talk on the phone constantly.

-Write incredibly crazy things on my website but still receive rave reviews and thousands of readers and page hits.

-Go grocery shopping at midnight (thanks to 24-hour chains).

-Read.

-Flirt with people on the net (wait…I already do that) Change to flirt MORE with people on the net.

-Skip housework and, listen to my entire cd collection while eating Ben & Jerry’s and bossing around a maid.

-Read.

-Watch movies and write horribly rude reviews about them.

-Cuddle up on the couch with a great guy or better yet, convince him to go on a camping trip or go walking in the park after dark.

-Then stay up until three a.m. talking all night about nothing and everything and connect on an immense level with each other and finally fall in love (or all over again).

-Have mind blowing sex until 8am and get paid overtime for it.

-Sleep in until 10 every morning and start all over again.

Later, taters…

Why do women feel the urge to sometimes want to go eat a whole pail of ice cream when we’re upset at the opposite sex? Simple. Because ice cream doesn’t ignore us, it doesn’t do stupid things. It doesn’t mock us, and it most certainly doesn’t dissapoint. And even if it did, it wouldn’t come up with several lame excuses all rolled into one huge pathetic and feeble speech about how sorry it is. erm…anyway, that’s enough of that. Put the ice cream away girls…today’s topic, (obviously) is men who screw up. Apology is a sincere and somber bequeath to someone to let them know you have some remorse for what you’ve done and ask to make ammends and be forgiven. Its whole purpose is that. It should be forthright in approach, and humbling to the person making it…a retraction of something you have done wrong. Not the uneasy and whiny prattle of your guy, who, not unlike a 7 year old boy, just has a conveniently sorry excuse to try to avoid an ass-chewing, with an obvious tone of ‘I’ve been caught! that’s what I’m sorry about’. Tell it to your mother. Bet your ass she wouldn’t let you get by with that. If I could find a man who loves his mother to pieces then that is the man for me, because no man who honors and respects the woman who raised him, the sole most important female authority of his childhood, would have the gall (one would expect) to pull some sorry shit on his girl, like most men have, and do. It has been my experience, that at least hindsight is 20/20. After getting involved with guys, I can always figure out which ones have issues with their mothers or which ones disrespect them, by the way they treat their females. And remember that when men screw up and a girl brings up that screw up, he’s not likely to get annoyed because it was his fault. When you get that feeble line of crap, where he’s laying on that shit about being stupid and sorry and emotionally unpredictable when he screwed up, then is the time to really dig deep and consider whether you should really be investing time in the relationship. If you have a low tolerance for screwups who suckup, or even if you don’t and he has done it more than twice or three times, then by all means, read the next paragraph. When dealing with such things as a man who has screwed up, don’t go overboard when trying to rationalize it all. Even if it means you’ve already had a rough beginning and you feel as though no one understands that you really like the guy. If it bothers you that you feel like you’re letting a good guy who just made a dumb mistake slip by and if you thought that there is any potential in sticking with him, go ahead and validate that feeling. HOWEVER–while you would do ALMOST anything it took to see him again and keep him interested in you, you’re not going to the ends of the mental illness earth for him. “Honey I love you even though you’re wearing a straightjacket” is not something you’d want to imagine saying to him, sometime down along the road. You gotta admit that it would be fun to have a pet human, as it were, but well you don’t want it get to that stage where you’re telling him “I don’t think you need a frontal labotomy dear.. but if you really want one I’ll get you one for Christmas”. Got a guy screwing up on you and you want to get his ego to a level you like? Some fun and simple ways to get started: Casually pop in questions like: “Do you have a drug problem?” and if he goes.. ‘no.. why?’ just say, “…oh, nothing.. forget it.” If he says he is stupid.. agree completely. But then add comiseration as an afterthought. Like when he says, “I feel so stupid.”, Instead of saying, “No, you’re not stupid”, say “Everyone does stupid things.” “But don’t worry. Brains aren’t everything.”

Stay tuned for more…can you wait?

My StorTrooper

font size=”+1″>Updates/font size> >
IM emotes page updated.
new photos uploaded (even more to come soon, too) fingernails bitten off and too many cigarettes smoked in frustration because I just endured a long and bitter Friday evening. More on that later.

font size=”+1″>and in other news…
Timothy McVeigh doesn’t want to die.

It looks like the Devils will lose game 7

Jennifer Capriotti won the French Open

Dave Winfield is in the Baseball League Hall of Fame at Coopersville.

…and I’m lonely.

And getting buggered alive by horny Yahooligans, with usernames such as: OrallyGifted2001 and loves_bbws. ugh. I am not a BBW. Yes, I’m a big girl, yes I’m beautiful and yes I’m a woman. But typically when one looks for BBW’s on the internet, they are lead to sites full of grotesquely obese women (you know the kind, they have legs as big as coffee table and they’re lying there or propped up rather…naked, but you CAN’T SEE ANYTHING) and I’m sorry, as interesting and beautiful as I think the human body is, no matter what shape and size, THAT is disgusting and god help me if I ever got to be like that I have friends who promise to kill me if I do. I won’t.

Ah, but what’s new? nothing, and not by a landslide.

So anyhoo…it’ll be a long, boring and frightfully dull summer for me. and I won’t even be able to avoid my mother calling me, all throughout it. She has a cell phone now, too and has my number in speed dial. Oh joy. I think I’m either going to go start a crack habit or else consider hybernating for the season.

Wednesday I was on cloud nine, job going good, hanging out with friends, had money to spend, was well-rested, playful and had a song in my heart. Thursday went equally as well all day, then I went to a barbeque with some people from work. Was tempted to get knackered but kept myself in check because who wants their co-workers, ten years from now, giving you shit about your inability to hold your liquor? Found a new friendship with a co-worker, the one who drove me home, the same girl who invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. I think she’s suffering from ‘the guy from Swingers’ syndrome. See, she is still coping with a 2-1/2 year relationship that has been over for some time now. I could never sit on something like that for that long. Just couldn’t. I tend to move on, and quickly. I told her we have to get her a man. Ha ha. Look at me. I don’t even have one of my own yet.

Time to go to the mini mart and get some cigarettes, come back home, order a pizza and commence hybernation, after doing some crack.

I have been a faithful visitor to www.htmlgoodies.com since back in ’98 when I first got a computer, hooked up to a modem and was surfing away. Back when MP3’s were just things people whispered about and traded under the table. Back when theglobe.com was the bomb and I was sitting high in K-Swiss Chatroom heaven wondering what the hell an LOL or a B meant. Back when HTML still

baffled me.

All I wanted was to learn it and get my own little corner of the world up and running so that I could share it with others. It never ceased to chap my hide when I saw these gorgeous, amazing, eye-popping webpages created by 20 year olds, complete with very bad grammar and spelling and a whole shitload of other stuff, equaling a page full of nothing special. What I didn’t know was, these dorks had used AOL press or Fortune City page creators and I didn’t know this until I learned how to read their source codes. I read them and copied them and tried dillegently to learn the code. That was until I ran into www.htmlgoodies.com Joe Burns taught me almost all I know, and the rest I learned myself, from looking at code and stuff. I was determined to have an amazing website like those punk kids, but I know how to spell and whatnot. I knew content was of the utmost importance and had alot of it in me. I was bound and determined to learn these web programming languages and I’ve come a long way. Anyway, enough about me. Here’s Joe and his regular newsletter, HTML Goodies-To-Go (skip it if you are a subscriber but don’t pass it by if you are a surfer…He’s funny as hell and has great insight on all the glory to

behold, of our wonderful world wide web):

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God I’m always broke…what am I doing online pilfering away my time, and for free? I might have to take a cue from this guy who IM-ed me earlier today, all “Whaddu, yo,” and tryin to pick me up over the net. I go to look at his profile and he’s all fucking whiteboy hell in a hat box, except he thinks he’s a hip hop dude or something. His personal quote is “If it don’t make dollers it don’t make cents” of course this guy’s quote is right on the money, however the spelling’s off. Twice. Also, bonus idiot points: the posing ‘pimp’ photos and the one with him holding a newborn baby (his??) while sticking out his tongue barbells for all to see (awww, Dad, you were so crazy back then…!) in his Yahoo briefcase are the kind to make me cringe…not just because it’s idiotic, but because um..well this is the kind of trash I attract DAILY. AND SOMETIMES WHILE I’M AT WORK, yes this bastard beeped me at work, I had my IM on, ’cause I was waiting for a friend of mine to come on and chat w/me about an upcoming thingo we have happening soon. (PS –I know, I know, I’m suuuuch a bitch for posting this kind of abuse, especially on such an young, innocent (er..maybe?) and unknowing party but wtf?! haha…besides, Yahoo Profile page trackable anyway. YET. More power to me). PPS – another fine quote from this young man: “Ignorance is a mirror of someone trying

to prove there self”
Uhh. no. Ignorance is posting a quote that makes even Jack Handey want to hide under the covers, along with his Deep Thoughts.

On why I enjoy being a girl chatting with my girl friends is fun…and funny too. Especially when we have our moments. Last night I was catching up with a friend and we were just discussing the wonders of Mother Nature’s wrath on ‘us girls’ every month. Kinda graphic but still…

it was pretty silly.

her: I just got into my period so Im all disoriented, I told one of my coworkers not to bother coming to the office today because I wasn’t working due to cramps.. he just laughed and was like ok..? and I was like are you afraid.. and he’s like yeah a little me: omg that is funny…haha I am on mine too so that’s why I’m all mental lol…why do we get so fuckin mental on the monthly? fuck. me: I get like, psycho bitch crazy her: hormones me: don’t know whether to wind my butt or scratch my watch lol her: your body is adjusting me: duu-uhh…I know I know her: it throws us off her: then the pain part of the lining shedding her: uterus contracting me: yeah yeah her: etc etc 🙂 me: ms health teacher, lol me: Then Ms health teacher says “…and then there’s masturbating…which is really a normal and healthy thing…” lol me: LOL. You playin’ ms health teacher? me: just get me a fuckin truck load of midol and a pallet of tampax and some diet coke and get on outta here lol… oh and a heating pad! her: personally it feels like someone rams a double bladed hunting knife into my uterus, hooks onto my spinal cord and twists until my uterus is about to turn itself inside out and I can’t barely walk without pain in my thighs and upper legs, lower back me: ouchie ouchie…that’s pretty damned graphic chic her: diet coke…yay! but during my period I do not drink it me: lol me too, but too much caffiene makes you bloat all the fuck over her: seriously .. caffeine will intensify your cramps her: and bring them on as well me: then you have to get Jerry Springer to haul your arse outta your house with a crane coz your so fat from the bloating, lol her: LMAO me: ugh …can’t…move off…of the bed me: lol her: thats me when I have cramps like the above described. just rocking back and forth thinking “I’m so going to die.. I’m gonna die.. and never have kids and this period shit will all be for nothing because Im going to die now…” her: haha me: jesus me too me: just put me in a damned pine box and get it over with her: Premsyn S me: really now, hmm. gonna have to try it her: use that instead of midol.. I swear it’s the magic pill. I live by it me: it works for S too? I am psycho killer hormone bitch a week before mine me: then haha I have to go around apologizing to everyone I work with and hang out with…sorry I got my period this week la la la, lol me: and everyone’s like, “guhhh…psycho bitch!” lol me: it’s like a bad Murphy’s Law episode, I swear to god… her: PREMSYN S relieves the symptoms of premenstrual syndrome, tension, bloating, cramps, headaches, backaches, irritability and water weight gain. me: cool cool beans…wtf! you read that shit off the box? LOL her: LOL ! — ends commercial –? me: haha ms health teacher again? her: LOL yes? me: erm… “brought to you by Premsyn S, Tampax…” and umm “ben & Jerry’s” lol me: and oh yeah, “Oprah”

Okay so it wasn’t all that necessary to post this, but daaaang. See what us girls gotta go through? EVERY MONTH. And this isn’t over ’til we’re old and senile! So please please please be nice to your ladies, guys! We endure alot just to live.