"today is 6 months. 6 months of NO
POT | NO ALCOHOL. DAMMIT. i decided to go the g&l community
center and check out a meeting. any meeting. i just wanted to announce
my clean time to a group. it helps others to know that it can be
done. i decided on marijuana anonymous. i'd never been to a MA meeting
before but, hey, recovery is recovery regardless of the substance."
"Big D is now attached to a woman I once
made out with in McDonald's. We started making out when we went outside
to smoke cigarettes. She ended up sitting on my lap as we were with
a group of other homeless people.
She Devil gave the bitchy comment: "Why don't you two get a room."
I sarcasticly said "are you gonna be in the room with us"
just to piss her off.
Suddenly, the woman who was sitting on my lap announced: "This
is my boyfriend."
Huh?"
"I have determined that my shower hates
me. I don’t know what I did to it, but it no longer likes me.
Either that, or the ghost of one of my ex-girlfriends is now haunting
it. My shower is officially a tease. It starts out nice and hot,
but within moments, it turns tepid at best. Factor in the fact that
my bedroom is on two outside walls, and that the walk-in closet
is cold enough to store food in during the winter, and the bathroom
itself (which is attached to both) is cold. Cold bathroom + cold
shower = I don’t spend a lot of time primping."
"But charity in this country assumes
a kind of paternalistic nature, too often. The people who need our
charity are not children, or defective, generally speaking. They
are just like us. They work as hard, they dream as big, they have
just as much pride. The only difference is that we have been luckier.
We haven't had our job NAFTA'd out of existence. We haven't had
a rotten marriage. We started with more. We could go to college
because someone else was there to put food on the table, or we did
not need two or three jobs to support ourselves. We did not have
an uncovered medical emergency that bankrupted our family."
"I've always believed in some sense
that people that you have been extremely close to in life maintain
some sort of otherwordly connection with you, no matter how far
they may be. I have had odd occurrances happen on numerous occasions
with just these sorts of people. Many may say they are coincidence,
but, after all, I am a romantic, so I choose to believe it is something
more."
"As much as I love my audience, it
pains me to know that I'm at odds with half of you almost all the
time. I wonder what it is that keeps you here. Its certainly not
my skill at writing. How exciting can two years of "cheese
sandwich" entries be? Is it the commonality of the weblog?
(Oh hey, there's someone else who fancies themselves an writer...)"
"I’ve decided that because books
drew me towards fencing, I must make sure the rest of my fencing
carrier lives up to its quixotic beginning. Therefore in true storybook
fashion I simply must name my epee. What kind of fencer would I
be if I didn’t develop a deep affectionate bond with it? And
in order to cultivate this bond a name is imperative.
I regret to say that the first time I grasped my epee I did not
catapult down a hill gasping in awe over it’s singularly wonderful
balance.
Instead I thought:
“About time I got the damn thing. Now I can stop dreaming about
it.”
My next thought was:
“Shit, I’m suppose to feel it’s balance. How the
hell do you do that?”
After that is was simply a lost cause."
"Damn Democrats. First they let Bush
take credit for the Homeland Security Department idea, which he
resisted for months. Now they seem to have let him have a large
amount of influence over the makeup of an independent commission
to investigate September 11, another thing he resisted for months.
Where the hell did they leave their guts, and more importantly,
their political skills? They've now given the impression that they
were the roadblock, not the Administration."
"Recent attempts at Manifesto making
have ignored the conversational aspects and have proved to be only
effective in solidifying the converted toward the cause. Its preachy
prose and uncompromising character are easy to criticize. So there's
a desperate search to identify Anti-Idiotarian supporters, even
if taken posthumously. It doesn't matter if the uncompromisingly
pro-war message of the manifesto plainly stands at odds with Bill."
My kitten fell in the bath yesterday.
It's not a great story, he just hovered around the edge looking
curious until, well, until curiousity wet the cat.
He fell in the bath, he got soaked, and then he jumped around looking
disgraced and disgusted at his wetness. But that's what cats do...
There's no story, no good story here at all.
I admit it.
I just wanted to write the title."
"This is better than waiting for Christmas
morning! Here we are again time for Apple's new product announcements.
For me it means waking up in the early morning to view it live:
Here in Seoul we're +17 hours from San Francisco. So the keynote
starts at 2am for me!"
"For some reason I find driving through
Illinois to be extremely boring. It's like once you get there everyone
else on the highway disappears and all you see for miles and miles
are trees and cows. It's pretty, just boring. Since I was bored
I got out the lomo and snapped some pictures. The leaves were all
different colors and really beautiful (something we don't see in
Florida)."
"I have four days off this weekend
and I plan to revel in it. I have belladonna and poppies to plant
(it seems other folks out there also plan their gardens accordingly),
holiday presents to shop for, I need to do the winter wardrobe and
summer wardrobe switch, and I guess it's time to take down the Halloweenie
decor. :("
"We've all seen what I like to call
"Stupid Arcade Girlfriend." She's the loud, teenaged blonde
girl who's only there because her nerd boyfriend's been playing
Time Crisis the last 3 hours to avoid buying her something. She
storms in, receives no response when screaming into her partner's
face over the general dirge, and trots over to the big machine with
the big shiney lights and loud music. She wants to play. It can't
be that hard!"
"Couldn’t try out my camera because
I couldn’t load the software on my work computer (actually,
the IT guy couldn’t load the stuff on my computer…long
story) and, get this, I have no USB port on my home computer. Did
I bother checking for this before I ordered the thing? Of course
not. Because I’m a dodo. And because it didn’t occur to
me that it wouldn’t have one. I can buy a converter right?
There has to be something. I’m gonna try it all again at work
later in the week."
