Tuesday, January 15, 2002
I’m certain that everyone is wondering: Why did Weetabix torment the poor teacher by pummeling her lawn with rotten eggs and plastic utensils? Could that teacher have actually been all that bad? I offer you simply this, written by Ms. Tschuss (whose name has still been changed to protect the marginally innocent): Thanks a LOT […]
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I think Fate was laughing in my face this weekend. First off, you know how I made a special trip to Appleton to fetch me some Hob Nobs? Because three weeks ago, the Irish store lady swore that they’d have some Nobbly goodness the following week and I gave them two extra weeks for cushion? […]
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Saturday, January 12, 2002
I was on the phone with someone at work, during the course of my dreadfully boring job, and we were waiting for his computer to reboot or what have you’ that part of the conversation I mentally refer to as ‘Insert Small Talk Here’. I wasn’t really holding up my side of the conversation. I […]
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So the karaoke. I had to work late, so I raced home to catch Survivor and got ready during the commercials. Esteban very nicely taped it for me, but it turned out to be the most anticlimactic Survivor ever. I felt so bad for Big Tom. I wanted to cry. I wanted him to win’ […]
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Thursday, January 10, 2002
All week, I have been looking forward to tonight. Boy Bar. I’m going to the Boy Bar tonight. Cute boys live at the Boy Bar. Damn cute boys. Everytime I go to Cute Boy Bar, a cute boy flirts with me. Fuck yeah. Girl Scout cookies ‘ it’s that time again. How many calories are […]
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Wednesday, January 9, 2002
I don’t write about my job very much. It just occurred to me that I don’t. Mostly because it’s more or less boring. It’s like brushing your teeth. You don’t talk about it. You just do it and get on to the more exciting stuff. My official title is Advanced Support Specialist. To me this […]
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So I’m reading Fight Club right now and I’m just enthralled by its maleness. The whole bit about not wanting to die without any scars’ it’s just mesmerizing. I have scars. I have tons of scars. I don’t know how any pretty boys could make it through their life, or at least to their late […]
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Weetabix: Where do you want to go for breakfast. Esteban: I don’t care. Pick. Weetabix: I just don’t want to go where I know we’re going to end up going, which is Ponderosa. I have an urge to squeegee the grease off me when we leave that place. Esteban:We ain’t going to Ponderosa. Weetabix:Oh, ain’t […]
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I watched a biography on RuPaul yesterday. There is nothing I can say to follow that up. It just is what it is. I’ve become one of those old people that I couldn’t stand when I was fourteen. I always wanted to smack those people, saying ‘Blue Oyster Cult is so OVER’. Get with it […]
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I have to say, I think that Guestmap thingy blows ass. Apparently, it only stores the 40 most recent entries. Plus, it’s really hard to aim the little arrow when you’re placing your square onto it. In addition, if there are a lot of people in one area, you can’t see all of the squares. […]
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