What were you doing?
1999

resolving that in 1999, i will at last become a serious person.

1/1/99, 0:03 AM
Ridin is:

wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

Happy 1999 everyone!

It's a new year - let's make it a good one.

New Years Resolutions:

1. Drink more water, drink less soda.

2. Walk up the stairs at work instead of taking the elevator.

3. Try to be more understanding and tolerant of others (except, of course, Oatmeal Boy).

4. Never mention Oatmeal Boy's name again (I predict this will be the first one to be broken....).



And what might yours be?

mark, please don't.

agatha@sorabji.com

This year I resolve to:

eat more chocolate
drive faster
party more
be indecisive
slouch

oh don't worry, it's all for good reason.

syrup@sorabji.com

the first thing that happened to me on the first morning of the new year is that the Pathetic Vicodin Hound peed on my foot.

I have consulted the Torah, I Ching, Farmer's Almanac, and Martha Stewart's Living, but have been unable to find any reference to such an event or its meaning.

Therefore I am presuming it to be a very good omen. May you all have dog pee on your foot today, and good fortune all year.

1/1/99, 4:43 PM
samantha is:

resolving.

+ no more obsessing over TMBG. this is getting horrible. I wake up, put in a TMBG CD, listen for hours, get out another and repeat. for the first time in a few days, I have something else in. this is ridiclous.

+ stop worrying that the boyf is cheating on me. because he's not at all. stop dreaming that he is. especially dreaming. that's horridly vivid.

+ kiss her... so she knows.

+ make sure not to let crazy people get me on ICQ like I usually do.

+ do not watch "A Very Brady Christmas" this year. not more than once, that is.

* let people know what I'm REALLY thinking.

iamsam98@aol.com
http://altern.org/ephantasm/

Belatedly wishing everyone a most prosperous 1999!

*hugs*

pjayboy@aol.com

just now waking up from the coma I've been in all day.

I don't even remember midnight last night. Which is a shame, because I always like to listen to all the bubbas shoot their guns.

Had some milk with irish cream syrup in it, then some cottage cheese and bread. I will live.

I resolve to live through 1999.

*ughs*

i don't know.

what i'm not doing is cleaning up the chili mess in the kitchen.

what i'm going to do, is go get the remaining chili from the car so it won't smell of chili tomorrow.

but then, what to do with that chili...

resolving to not fall
into a horrible routine.

to not do things only to
please others.

to avoid eating things
that are the color
purple.

to stop making fun of
people from new jersey

ok, maybe not that last
one.

and thanks to samantha I
may have to pull out that
ana ng single again and
party like i

billyisme@hotmail.com

..it's 1989.

why do i keep getting cut
off? Is there a
conspiracy her

eating a McDonald's Big Breakfast. For some inascertainable reason, my mother bought it for me out of the blue.

odd

pjayboy@aol.com

I am enjoying your website! I ran across it from the PC Computing insert for payphone number lookup. Great stories.

seab@pcisys.net
n/a

Reeling from the realization that my shit-for-brains brother bought the breakfast because my mother told him to.

Eeeeek!

pjayboy@aol.com

For 1999


No resolutions/
nor grand solutions/
no great desires to be pursued.
No elaborate schemes or glittering dreams/
just reading & writing
/good friends &
good food.
To remain scott-free of debt & illusions/
to continue the search for Love
& Truth.
To ponder on heaven & things unseen/
be a little more trusting &
a little less mean
towards folks whose opinions make my blood boil
/& to know that the job at which I toil to keep a humble roof overhead/is not
who I am/nor what I'm destined to be.
And to remain
always
a die-hard fan
of Sorabji.

riding again.

up
down
up
down

wheee...

Did someone call my name?

http://members.tripod.com/~RidinBareBack/index.html

Watching the news and learning about all these crazy storms in our Country...all that snow and ice in the midwest and Canada...and all that rain and wind in the south...and this really awesome lightning and wind display going on right now in my back yard.

I'm also thinking about my brother Mike who was arrested here at my house last night and taken into custody where he will live for the next 21 days until he gets permission to go home to NY with my Mom. Whatta shame because Mike is such a great kid.

danikim@ij.net

sitting around on my butt on my 19th birthday because after the surprise party that my friends threw for me (which i knew about on new years eve) ended, we all had to go home because the roads are really icy and it sucks.

http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/3964

Torn.

Don't you hate that? Especially when the right decision is so obvious...

I keep telling myself that... There's nothing to decide, really.

Torn.

tbone@mindless.com

resolving to eat more ham.

kat@tart.org

having a nervous
breakdown

billyisme@hotmail.com

Determined to fight adulthood.

I'm going to make stupid mistakes and trivialize them. I'm going to stay up late every night and abuse my body.

I'll eat when I have time, money, and desire all simultaniously and only then.

I'll substitute chemicals for necessary maintainence such as fuel and rest. I will avoid being healthy.

I will refuse to be bored and maybe sometimes I'll cry.

I'm going to offend people and not apologize. I mean it this time.

tbone@mindless.com

Totaly Awesome.. Last night was awesome anyway.. I spent it with a great woman and hopfully tonight will be the same. (just so ya know nothing 'bad' happend)

Ender_X@yours.com
Http://205.218.22.1/ender_x/pics/ender_x2.gif

Going fuckin' crazy...
My brother got arrested because my asshole husband and his asshole friend bought my 15 year old brother a big ass bottle of Vodka and thought it was really funny to see him all trashed. Then he freaked and beat the shit out of my husband so hubby called the police and they took my brother to JDC for 21 days...he was supposed to be flying back to NY tonight but now that aint gonna happen. I went and visited my brother yesterday and he remembers nothing about it. He also try to cut my 87 year old neighbor with a carpet knife. So of course he was arrested for 2 felonies. I feel really bad for him because he didnt know what the hell he was doing and he feels like total shit now. And to top it all off, chances are that my Mom will have to fly here to deal with all this because she is his legal guardian. So not only am I running my ass off to see my brother who is an hour and a half away from me, I also work full time and the last thing I need is Mom here...unbeleivable.

Anyway, about those plans for my trip to NY Jimbabe...I'm gonna fly outta St.Pete Airport on a non-stop flight to Newark, NJ...I got the ticket for $128 round trip so I couldnt pass it up. That means I wont be able have that layover in DC like I wanted. So much for us hittin' the meat bars huh?!?!

danikim@ij.net

it's like working in an old folk's home on valentine's day.

hoping that the ginko biloba will start to kick in soon.

try St. John's Wort instead and lay off the Special K.

believe it or not, i have decided to stop using x. it's not a resolution. it's a directive i got from my brain a few hours after i came-to on new years day. that stuff fucks your shit up. bad. i'm gonna quit while the grey matter is still grey and the synapses are still firing.

goodbye beloved bliss.
hello reality...

syrup@sorabji.com

drinking Glenfiddich, which was one of my presents.

This is what Michael Castleman says about St. John's wort:

"In combination with certain foods and drugs, MAO inhibitors may cause dangerously increased blood pressure (hypertensive crisis). Symptoms include headache, stiff neck, nausea, vomiting, and clammy skin. In recommended amouts, St. John's Wort is not as powerful as as pharmaceutical MAO-inhibitors. Nonetheless, those using the herb should follow certain precautions. While using St. John's Wort, do not take amphetamines, narcotics, the amino acids tryptophan and tyrosine, diet pills, asthma inhalants, nasal decongestants, or cold or hay fever medications. In addition, don't drink beer, wine, or coffee, or eat salami, yogurt, chocolate, fava beans, or smoked or pickled items."

Scotch is better, in reality.

Sometimes, like now, I prefer the rather pedestrian Dewar's. It's no single malt, but at least I can buy it in a pint bottle size.

"The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein" is spinning on the victrola and I feel just fine.

auntberu@thephantommenace.net
http://www.thephantommenace.net

I like Dewar's, too.

I had it for breakfast.

While listening to Art Tatum.

doing too many things

feeling like joanne. overwhelmed. make it go away.

wondering if "zoa" is a legitimate scrabble word?

anyone?

syrup@sorabji.com

working hard to try and sell you all alcoholic products.
I just spent 20 minutes on the phone with a client trying to use surf imagery to sell rum in the midwest. She wanted to know if the headlines that we wrote would have street cred with surfers. I asked her how many surfers there were in Illinois.
Sarah, you'd be surprised how much of a drug virgin I actually am, though it may not sound like it. I tried a half an e on new year's eve for the first time. Fun, though it was not some sort of mind blowing experience like some people describe it.
I must admit, I do worry about throwing away the few useful synapses I was born with. Though I just can't buy into the "drugs are evil" mentality that people shove down kids throats. I'll stop discussing this now before someone (myself included) gets the funny idea to pull out a soapbox.

As for the St. Johns Wort, I've tried it and I still think it could do with a better name.

billyisme@hotmail.com
www.hyperreal.com

oh, and if you can tell me what zoa means then you're more than welcome to use it against me.

zoa is the plural of the word

zoon,(zo'on),n., 1. any individual, or the individuals collectively produced froma a single egg. 2. zooid.

working and worrying. wanting back the holiday i never had.

(i would list all the things i have just done/still have to do but hell who isn't snowed under? i did find out that i get back to new york this april though. which is nice.)

realising i never did make it back to play a game of scrabble, which would have been nice.

Freezing!! Current temperature here in Holiday Florida? 29 fuckin' degrees...thats not including the wind chill...I like it real HOT...like about 95 is perfect for me. Not likin' this cold at all. Time to get Kim off to school and me off to work.

danikim@ij.net

is asking Danipoo...

BUT WHEN???

hehe

pjayboy@aol.com

joining sarah on her vacation from x. i, too, rolled on new year's eve in some odd attempt to make the bitter cold feel good, and it's taken me up until now to recover. it's just not worth it anymore. i've learned all i have to learn from it. now it's time for the crack.

just kidding.

1/6/99, 3:33 PM
nate is:

drunk as fuck from lucnh time revereralies. good steak and lots o f tequila.

now i have to try to work!1 heh. i think i can't go home yet because i drove in. if i go yell at my boss maybe he'll give me a raise. oro better yet he might fire me and i can collect unemployment while i smoke drugs all day.

HAHAA fuck



i wonder if anyone cal tell i am fucked up. maybe i can pull this off.

i hope i don't get aphone call.

"By breaking this seal, the user hereinafter agrees to abide by all the terms and conditions of the following agreement that nobody ever reads, as well as the Geneva Convention and the U.N. Charter and the Secret Membership Oath of the Benevolent Protective Order of the Elks and such other terms and conditions, real and imaginary, as the Software Company shall deem necessary and appropriate, including the right to come to the user's home and examine the user's hard drive, as well as the user's underwear drawer if we feel like it, take it or leave it, until death do us part, one nation indivisible, by the dawn's early light,...finders keepers, losers weepers, thanks you've been a great crowd, and don't forget to tip your servers."

calling all over the country. "Hi. I'm returning your phone call from Child Support Enforcement...how can I help you?" Man, my throat is dry and my temper is flaring. Is it time to go home yet? Yikes. One more time zone to go. Night y'all...

thejor@yahoo.com

Ahhhh,
Nate & Swine...
Swine & Nate...
:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
Where wd I be w/out my daily dose of Natorious Swineisms?

...say g'nite Six. And
get off my damn flannel pjays -- I'm
sleeping in those tonite!

RadicalCon@aol.com
http://www.sorabji.com

catching up, but not on sleep

always intrigued by Joanne's postings. What could she be catching up on? Sleep? Eating? Cricket?

The mind boggles.

pjayboy@aol.com

smiling tiredly. it ain't cricket.

she got some nookie, i'm guessing.

joanne, did you get some nookie?

agatha@sorabji.com

ummm, uhhh, i am going potty, and then i am going to play doggie again.

cleo@sorabji.com

Taking a monster dump

averylables@yahoo.com

Dancing in my underwear

Chatting on my ICQ, drinking water..and trying to find out what all this is all about..

mezima@gislaved.mail.utfors.se

I am failing my degree, spectacularly close to the finish too.

Give us a job anyone?

meme_freak@hotmail.com
www.bigfoot.com/~fullerine

wondering if you really
want one

still at work.

Damn....

also still at work.

Just getting home from work...had a great night at work tonight...lots of fun people.

Had a pretty weird thing happen at work last friday...this guy and this girl come into the bar and they just sat there kinda staring at me so I just ignored them. So then I hear this guy yell out "I'd know those blue eyes anywhere" so of course I walk over to get a closer look and it turned out to be my friend Two and his God awful swamp creature toothless thing of a fiance. I about shit. I really dislike unannounced visitors so I wasnt really into seeing them but because I'm basically not a rude person, I went out with them for a few hours. Naturally it was a fuckin' night from hell after Miss Swamp thing saw Two grab my ass as we were getting out of the car. That was my excuse to go home so I guess it was a good thing. The ass grab did nothing for me except turn my stomach a little but at least it got me home. Life with Danette is never boring.

My daughter turns 8 years old on the 15th of this month. She's such a nice little girl. So sweet and caring. Best thing I ever did, for sure.

I'm taking the trip on the last weekend in February Jimbabe!!

Time for bed...sweet dreams.

danikim@ij.net

Searching in vain for a bedtime story from His Markness.

Not a literary peep from Him since Nov.

Whazzup w/that, Sorabji? Dontchu love us no more?

1/8/99, 6:35 AM
joanne is:

at work, almost on top of everything but not quite. which is as good as it gets.

clearly skiving, which is why i'm never on top of things

(and grinning. he works away. some days he comes home. even if he has to get up at 5 to go back. )

Getting serious and making a "to-do" list

Partial for being on the bottom but to each their own...

Kim and I are home for the day. I'm returning some e-mails and she's right next to me playing Rugrats on her Play Station. Very cute game. We're doing our morning coffee together. Today's coffee is Hazlenut.

danikim@ij.net

watching the snow fall out of a steel grey sky and cover downtown manhattan.

i scratched my cornea with my contact lens. it hurts very very very much. i can't look into the light. i have to go help the print students, and i look like a leper with my one swollen, red eye. i wish i could stay home.

told you all that joanne got some nookie. she's just a discreet sort of woman.

agatha@sorabji.com

setting up a super Vhs video system at my house.

taking a bath with the Witch Doctor's dog

enjoying the snow before
it turns into that
horrible manhattan frozen
mush. Got home early from
work today as people out
in the suburbs have to
worry about driving
through this stuff. I
feel like a kid in school
who's off the hook for
the aftern

smoking a cigarette.

i failed again in quitting. i am so weak.

shit.

1/8/99, 6:46 PM
blindswine is:

reading some of wantzdaddy's rants and being damn thankful he helped persuade D. to break down and finally mail me my fucking gear after all this time.

go check out wantzdaddy's site.
enjoy the pictures.
read the rants.

it'll be worth your time.

blindswine@sorabji.com
http://www.zancro.com

telling Mr. Swine... VERY interesting site.

Thanks!

pjayboy@aol.com

Listening for the far off cries of my bretheren, trapped in my cousin's basement. I feel deep remorse for them but know that I must nevertheless go on with my life.

agent139@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/2366/

preparing to get caught up, much like our good friend Joanne.

*wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more say no more*

pjayboy@aol.com

crinkling plastic wrap.

Just a happy happy girl...Mom just called with the good news...she's coming to stay with me for a whole week...be here next saturday night....yipee...just kill me now.

danikim@ij.net

debating whether or i not i should bother going to the hospital. it's always the same thing. ice, wrap, rest. i don't need a doctor to tell me that. and no way in hell am i letting someone cast me. forget that shit.

oh. i wrecked my ankle yesterday night, on Elvis' birthday no less. my god, i'm hoping that's not an omen for 1999.

this is the 6th time in my life i've injured my ankle. add to that 3 knee injuries, including surgery, you can bet i'm a goddamm olympian crutch user, pole-vaulting my way around the world. it's just the swelling and the blue/green color that freaks me out a bit. just don't look down. keep typing.

syrup@sorabji.com

Listening to the tides of manaunaun. I hurt on multiple levels. Consult Maslow's heirarchy of needs. It's cold and dark, my stomach hurts, my friends don't or won't e-mail, depending on how optimistic I am at the moment, my "peers" in mathematics won't respect me until/if I get my phd what? 8 years from now? And self-actualization . . . I can hardly even fathom. I think there were 5 levels. I shouldn't have tossed that book.

nih
nih

Looking for some fun!

Contemplating 1) Why I can't have one of those behemoths of a boat I saw at the Boatshow today, 2) Why my company switched from one perfectly good network operating system that worked, to a Microsoft duct-taped together lame-ass frickin' piece of crap called NT 4.0, which I'm during emergency surgery on now. "Where do you want to go today?" To your house, Bill, to slowly torture, then murderize you, 3) Should I or shouldn't I call up my old girlfriend. She'll more than likely tell me to take a flying leap, which I deserve, since I called the whole thing off, but then again, she might not. Am I ready to reopen that can of worms? 4) Having a family. Seems kind of a nice thought right now.

Take care, kids.

averylables@yahoo.com

puts a call out to Dr. Kevorkian for Danipoo.

pjayboy@aol.com

Thanking Jimbabe for that little helpful hand but I've decided to just pray like crazy for a major snow storm in NY next Saturday so Moms flight will be canceled. I love her to death but we just dont get along. She has this mean streak that makes my hair stand up just thinking about it. It must be hereditary now that I think about it. You know how she is Jimbabe.
She called last night to tell me that she's coming and that she WILL sleep in my Florida room because it's quiet in here...uh, excuse me Mom but but but I just got all brand new furniture in my Florida room the other day and it is where I spend all my time when I'm home which aint often. Not to mention that my computer is in here so there goes my late night chats right out the fuckin' window.
Fact is, she HAS to come here in order to get my brother outta jail so there aint shit I can do about it.
I called my husband last night and told him the wonderful news and he oh so kindly offered to take her on his boat and then he said "No promises she'll come back to land Danette"...thank you baby, I'll keep that in my mind.
I'm just gonna do my best to make it a pleasent week while she's here. I mean, miracles really CAN happen, right?

danikim@ij.net

telling danipoo to tell her mumsiepoo that Mr. AllyGAYtor chomps through the Florida room and has been known to eat anyone alive over 50 years old, and she wouldn't be safe there.

Then graciously offer her a cot on the carport.

If she refuses, tell her that's your Vitamin taking room.

pjayboy@aol.com

feeling like a butterfly.

you guessed it: VICODIN

the other good thing to come out of going to the hospital was that i was involved in several romantic hyjinx and fell in love with someone who looks just like George Clooney.

uh. yeah. or something like that.

syrup@sorabji.com

disoriented and confused. I haven't been sleeping. It's a bad thing. I dunno what to do with myself. I miss She Who Makes Me Happy, and I feel dizzy. Events swim through my mind that I don't understand. I don't know if I want coffee or just...

blah. I don't know. I get to paint and spackle my kitchen tomorrow. The excitement is tangable. Sleep? Sure, why not?

tbone@mindless.com

listening to the new Orb record.
it's a greatest hits thing so it's not really new.
i ripped the whole thing to mp3 on my new p2 450 in about half an hour!

eating a whole bunch of fruit and reeling from a gorgeous w/e.

i win

pissed that i missed a viewing of Koyaanisqatsi w/ Phil Glass performing live on saturday.

shit.

people need to start using the telephone again.

i never check e-mail over the weekend.

so the Koyaanisqatsi w/ Phil Glass live show is *this* saturday.

if my powers of observation weren't so sorely lacking, i would've noticed that the e-mail was sent on sunday, not saturday...

anyway,

so mark demands a WAYD retraction.

here it is.

and don't forget you owe me $10 and a margarita, you bastard.

seeking the meaning hidden within 68 pages of bureaucratic gibberish.

pruning

the roses
the grapes
the lilacs
the weigela

making a big mess of thorny, stickery branches i will have to clean up later. at least when the deer do the pruning, they don't leave any cuttings.

I am currently pondering this thing I found between my toes. It's green, and somewhat viscous in nature. It apparantly communicates via high pitched tones.

I'm scared.

smcbride@ior.com
http://www.ior.com/~smcbride/xena.html

ecstatic that I didn't run my wallet through the washing machine... unlike yesterday morning.

karabins@yahoo.com

wishing i was at home with my slippers on, drinking hot chocolate, reading.

wondering if flourescent lights do permanent damage.

billy: depends on how far you shove them in.

I was up until 4 AM on the phone with Tim. Talking and having phone sex and giving our dark insights into the other's psyche. He's so hot, he fucking pushes every button with me. It pisses me off that he won't split with his girlfriend so we can have sex for real (I just don't want to go there while he is 'otherwise engaged'). I want him badly but I can't deny I like that it is all in the fantasy realm for now. I almost wonder if he dumped the other woman if it would be as good since we would not be unable to fulfill our desires. The way it is now almost makes me savor it more.

doubled over in laughter after reading Nate's posting. And just back to my desk after an hour long visit with the boss. She takes home every night a bag full of homework, and when she comes in the next day she "opens" her bag and doles stuff out, with everyone standing around. Complete misuse of time as EVERYONE is tied up doing this. Sometimes it get's fucking hysterical.

pjayboy@aol.com

Ever have one of those days when sex sounds revolting? No I don't suppose you have.

Sex. Blah. Gimme coffee.

tbone@mindless.com

" look, man. the minute YOU find yourself drunk and naked in the south bronx at 3 in the morning getting pistol whipped by a bunch of coked-up teenagers, then, and ONLY THEN, will i listen your shit about having a 'bad day' "

-"bad karma" bob

Tell Bob I apoligize -- my god-duaghter was of one those coked- up teens. She's into this ghetto-girl-drug- crazed-inner-city badass thing of late. Pls. let Bob know that she's been grounded for the next two weeks. And ballet class is OUT of the question.

Oh & tell him her Mom has his base pipe -- she'll mail it back if he'll send his address.

realizing that I left my watch at home and I need more coffee.

karabins@yahoo.com

nate: now how the hell do I get this thing out?!

billy: try the ol' bottle of whiskey, jello-filled bathtub, ferret trick.

that, or you could always try muscle relaxants.

nate will tell you all about it.

if it gets to be too much, you can always let your mind wander off to Upper Volta.

i hear the weather is nice there.

Up till 4AM last night having phone sex with a guy who has a "girlfriend". I hung up because I wanted to be spooned, but there's no such thing as phone spooning. Damn.

surfing around trying to
find the ultimate payback for a no-good rottin prick who has been fuckin with my life, my medical benefits and my compensation

surfing around trying to
find the ultimate payback for a no-good rottin prick who has been fuckin with my life, my medical benefits and my compensation

trying not to jinx myself, but I kinda sorta might have a job in the works, a full time, permanent one, where I am currently working. I had to write a letter, which serves as my "test" I guess. I wrote it and handed it in, and now I wait. I hope the wait is not long cause I'm already sweating like an elk in heat and it's only been 2 hours.

So much for sleeping tonight.

I ask you ALL, to cross what ever body parts you can cross painlessly to bring me luck.

:-)

pjayboy@aol.com

I am rotting at my desk.

I am starting my second semester of my junior
year in college. I am a computer science major at the University of Portland. I used to write weird stories about a dog named Todd and a friend of mine who used to go by the name Dr. THC. (Very intelligent, but did a lot of drugs at the time as well)

Sometimes I like to bring my big PA megaphone
to the campus and scream things at people.

I enjoy requesting they "open the books" and
"tell it like it is" but I don't really have a
definitive topic I am addressing.

I listen to our school's public safety rent-a-cops
on my scanner. They like to be cool and use
military-isms when reporting license plates
of cars with no parking permit. "We've got a
big one.. Oregon plates. Alpha Charlie Zulu 447"
and they refer to themselves as "officer 18" or "27" or whatever. And someone stole the hubcaps of the cars. How dumb.

I live in the basement of the dorm room. It's an old converted classroom. We even have chalkboards and motorized projector screens.

My roomate has lasers for eyes.

kraptv@skylab.org
http://www.skylab.org/~ryan

Up till 4AM last night having phone sex with someone named "Nardle."

fecalfreak@usa.net

Wondering where the hell MARK is!
He's not on the Bedcam. Not on the Stories pg. Nowhere on the boards...

Did he meet some fabulous rich girl & run off to Hawaii w/out telling us?

And wondering why it seems everyone's got Vicodin but me! (And 'Swine. Who cd use some.)

What the hell is all this phone sex talk about?!?!?!

I remember something about a few phone sex escipades I had!!!!

danikim@ij.net

mourning the loss of smoke. i'll sure miss manson and janet reno and nate's penis. but most of all, i'll miss the beandip.

syrup@sorabji.com

having a morning for mourning also.

up all night, except for the few moments i dozed off while the hound ate the remote, in which she has heretofore not shown any interest

missing the beandip.

planning a fund raising valentine's eve dinner that will benefit my animal related causes.

now i have to go buy stuff; i hate that.

the adjacent county called me for a job interview. should i go? i can't decide if the $$$ are worth the use of my time.

DETROIT--In a strongly worded pronouncement to all y'all motherfuckers, Detroit resident Dwayne Combs urged all y'all to go fuck yo' selves Monday. "Y'all be bullshit," said Combs in a 3:17 a.m. address from the corner of Woodward Avenue and Grand Boulevard. "And yo' mama, too." Monday's statement marked the normally reclusive Combs' first since an October 1998 appeal to Detroit's city council to kiss his big, black ass. Representatives for all y'all have not yet responded to Combs' themselves-fucking offer.

finding work to be an excercise in how to get through the day without looking like I'm doing nothing. And then doing the work I have to do in as little time as possible. And trying to get up the balls to quit and do something I'd really like to do. And trying to get this damn flourescent light bulb out.

billyisme@hotmail.com

Dwayne, you're making me homesick! Isn't that right near the Majestic Theater? Saw Robert Cray there once, about blew my head off. Man... now I'm actually looking forward to visiting in February.

And hey, look on the bright side. At least you don't have to deal with Coleman Young anymore.

syrup@sorabji.com

Wondering if Dwayne's a writer for theonion.com or if he just steals their material.

planning the all too short w/e and knowing that really $$$ aren't worth her time but she has no alternative

dumfounded by the closing of D.C. Public Schools today. Sure there was an ice storm. In MARYLAND and VIRGINIA. Helloooooo? All the D.C. roads and sidewalks were fine.

Yeeezy Peezy Weeezy

pjayboy@aol.com

Yo' Mama? How trashy...

danikim@ij.net

Watching Mark on the OfficeCam & wondering why it looks like he's got a roll of toilet paper in his left hand.

And being glad to see he's still among the living.

coming back to the office to shut down the computer. had to wait for the advil to kick in. oh body, why do you do this? Pain. it's like a punishment for some vague, unnamed sin which one has no idea how to expiate.

looking at mark for the first time in like oh ages.

typing trashy sentences.

surfing too late. clearly.

drain bramaged.

finally got all the powermac pieces back from seattle.

signed up with mindspring and am now connected from the loft.

hook up to the internet in 3 easy steps?

pfffffft. right.

try 6 hours and a half-rack of new amsterdam.

fuck this.

at this point i'm ready to revert back to pen, paper, and smoke signals.

i don't think i ever want to see another computer again.



bartender?

six more for the road.

bored beyond dog hell.

watching biodome... bitchin film. that joey lauren adams chick is so way hot.

smoking my last cigarette.

dude, i love your page... there's so much cool stuff here.

jryoung@austinc.edu

1/16/99, 9:47 AM
scutterin gobsheen is:

having Lambchop subtley
soothe my brain to
exorcise the demon
realisations of what I
have done to myself, my
head, my legs, 2 kebabs
and some unfortunate
people who wandered into
ear-range of my visceral
screamings of "Dirty Auld
Town" at 3am while under
the influence of some
good Offaly potcheen.
(100% proof Irish madness
liquor).

Speaking of madness, how
didi I get h

scutterin.gobsheen@bigfoot.com

Mr. Swine, read carefully the Vicodin label.

Does it not say "Do not operate dangerous machinery"?

which, in swine's case, might also exclude masturbation... ?

syrup@sorabji.com

funny you should say that...

cuz y'know, i was just jerking off and damn near poked an eye out.

i'm thinking i should get a "surgeon general's warning" tatooed on that damn thing...

wondering whose eye that was

Nothing, you wacko.

surprised that it's starting so early in the year.

this morning about 5 a.m. there was such a commotion i had to go outside. there they were, fucking away in the bathtub, causing all the dogs within miles to howl.

now there are nine geese (not including Twerp) of breeding age, and except for three i have no idea what sex they are.

you can't tell by watching, because everyone does everything to everyone else. there are threesomes involving one goose under water, one on top of that one, another on the back of the middle one. the spectators honk with glee, cheering them on and working themselves into a sexual frenzy.

i might be able to tell who the ganders are when the fighting begins. that is when it becomes dangerous for me, so i need to make plans and get out the protective gear.

Drinking my Dr.Pepper and eating shrimp stir fry as I await the day I go to college. Two more years and I'll be out of this hell hole. Still counting the days...

XsKiSnOwX
http://www.mcs.com/~davidmac/Ebomb.htm

wondering what to do tonight since I have no school tomorrow.

polishing off the ravioli and missing the chance dinner parties. food goes better with chat.

hey can't see your room?

working in newly carpeted premises. of course, when i came to let the carpet guys in yesterday i set off the alarm and had the police round, but it was very early.

wishing you all an introspective MLK day...

and hoping the everyone everywhere attempts to control their oatmeal intake this year,
next year,
and all the years to come.

be good.

blindswine@sorabji.com

no longer mystified by that headlight thing on the vacuum cleaner.

if you are truly bored, or having a temper tantrum, turn off all the lights in the house and vacuum in the dark.

you will see only that very small part of the universe that you are cleaning at the moment. everything else goes far, far away

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust,
I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

--Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou

(in memory of the doctor)

syrup@sorabji.com

Spent a good chunk of the day re-reading parst of "Parting the Waters" (Taylor Branch's EX-cellent hsitorical bio on the America & theKing years). Wishing Mark had posted the 'I Have a Dream' excerpt again. But you always hear it everywhere on this day. Hoping everyone had the day off to honor MLK/& that those who didn't at least took a moment to remember his dream.

Places like this are a little piece of that dream. So thank you, Mark. Hope you & everyone else kept a good thought for MLK, his family & our nation today in this last year of such a significant century.

wondering why my poptarts are curved this morning.

karabins@yahoo.com

wondering where i left the life skill 'getting around to doing stuff'

growing impatient again at the thought of this whole house buying process. Closing is scheduled for the end of the month. The waiting is insane. My girlfriend and I are experiencing wander-lust. It's funny - we both brought it up the same night. Our reaction to action. I want to pack up and just move. End up anywhere and struggle to live for one year. Come back and reunite with my lover. What are the odds of us coming back to where we were? The same place, but ignited with more....something. I don't know what that something is.

knowing exactly how pnutgrl feels. and having a crick in my neck that just will not go away.

agatha@sorabji.com

if you were evil in a past life, you have to buy a house in this one.

going to buy a house in the next life.

Undertaking an undertaking.
Feeling the copy machine flash lights at me.
Re-living the argument of last night.
Wondering if the therapy she promised to undertake will make her happier.
Or make us happier.
Wondering if I’d be happier without her.
Wondering if I’d be happier with her.
Listening to random static arranged melodically.
Wondering how long we can keep taking out the trash.
Thinking about cockroach breeding patterns.
Beyond feeling sorry for my co-workers.
Yet almost liking them.
Selling you alcohol.

billyisme@hotmail.com

in berkeley.

i'm home.

wow.

1/19/99, 7:08 PM
blindswine is:

today, my fortune cookie said:

"Nature, time and patience are the three great healers.
Lucky Numbers 2,5,8,22,25,28"

and handwritten behind that was

"718-xxx-xxxx call me"


i wonder how she did that...

able to tell from way up here that Chordata is back in Berkeley. she has that ripple effect on the California ambiance, and Lucy honked loudly as she passed overhead.

welcome home.

oh shit. was i really that bad? this is the second home purchase ...i'd hate to think that i spent my heterosexual life THAT badly.

LMAO

This site is really fun when your bored. or when your not.

i dont know

just realizing that monkeyboy turned 30 on the 16th...

and that my turn is soon to come...

damn.

monkeyboy isn't even "the monkeyboy" anymore.

no more trying to out-perform the strippers in front of the Lusty Lady...

no more making a public spectacle of himself doing the "running man" down lexington ave in blue sunshades wearing what may very well possibly be the most heinous checkered suit ever made...

no more showing up at my front door at 2 in the morning w/ a bunch of booze he'd "liberated" from some party demanding i get the fuck up and go out to hang out with some random women he'd suckered into following him out of whatever hole he found them in...

such a crazy motherfucker.

i guess most of that shit used to happen back when we lived down the street from eachother in seattle... now he's up in queens and i'm across the hudson in J.C.

i should've never given him that jean-paul sartre book, cuz it looks like he figures he's hit the "age of reason".

i think i'm gonna give him a call and derail the train to normalcy.

nobody that insane should ever attempt to get on the straight and narrow.

needing and wanting more Mark stories. Can't seem to fall asleep tonight. There's nothing more relaxing than 10 games of Mahjong and a good stiff new mark story to put you out. Oh, Mark, dear...I mean that in a good way. My earlier posting about wander-lust and getting lost was about New York. You paint the most wonderful and horrific picture of the city. I want to live it. I want to inhabit Room 317. Honestly though? I don't want the cockroaches. Hey folks - it's my dream. I can have New York minus the roaches.

waiting for bad news

not waiting anymore

re-filing everything in this office with extreme prejudice. The recycler and the garbage man will earn their pay this week.

All the while trying to enjoy my first cup of coffee this morning over a severely-bitten lower lip which makes even the tiniest sip burn until my eyes water.

longing for a burning lip. No coffee in the house. Too lazy to run up to the store for some either super weak or heavily burnt coffee at the c-store. Simon...I'll take that coffee off your hands.

Just finished filing my taxes via the phone. Why didn't they have this option years ago. Cripes. It was kind of exciting in a way...not knowing whether it was to be a Refund Year or a Shit-Where Am I Going To Get That Kind Of Money Year.

REFUND YEAR!!!

Trying to keep a junior-high network working while the kids are actually using it. It's inane. How do they break everything so effectively?

Having flashbacks from when I was in junior high. I need coffee. I thought I'd never have to get up this early again. I was wrong.

tbone@mindless.com

Pnutgrl just reminded me -- TAXES! I get to take a HUGE deduction this time 'round becuz of the $6000 I spent on dental surgery last year. Which means I've got a million receipts to go thru. And the dreaded Long Form to file. And they say there were more than 800 changes in the tax code for this year...

Do I feel a hives outbreak coming on?


And 'Swine -- the joint she works at must bake their own cookies/so someone has to slip in the fortunes on the premesis. (Very classy.) I've always wanted to get a personalized, hand-written fortune cookie fortune.

Hope you 2 have a great time! (And you'd better come back & tell us ALL abt it!)
:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

Oh -- how was the Phillip Glass thing Sat.? Did you & Msrk actually get there?

Maybe I shd just go to H&R Block & let them get the hives...

tripping on panic.

panic attacks are a lot like tripping on acid, only not as fun. they start off like a faint tickle in your brain and they build and build to a peak where you feel like you are deep in despair and ready to be committed, and then eventually you come down again.

if you've ever had a panic attack you might have noticed that the coming down part is a little like coming down off ecstacy. as soon as it starts to happen you feel it immediately, instinctually. also, it's as if a panic attack releases endorphins in your body so that on the ride down to reality you feel anesthetized and light headed.

it's all like proof that you can trip without drugs, even if that means having a panic attack. the body though temporary is a very powerful force.

i don't think i need drugs any more.

syrup@sorabji.com

Sarah,

Speaking of *memories* of drugs, which you may soon be doing if you give 'em up....

I just heard "The Green Man" by Shut up and Dance for the first time in years and just hearing it made me rush my tits off.

Your brain remembers what it's like and catches you out now and again.

wonderful times, gone but not forgotten.

turning into a fat bastard.

haven't been to the gym in a month.
between thanksgiving/christmas/new years i've consumed enough chocolate to send the entire population of any small south american country into sugar-shock.
and my microwbrew/margarita habit isn't helping matters any.

damn, that scale said i put on 20 pounds in six weeks, and fat don't lie.

looks like my ass is going back to the gym.


bartender?

tab, please.

perplexed by my unpostinglike behavior lately.

heh.

oh, and mr. swine, here's your tab:

$345.21 Tip NOT included.

pjayboy@aol.com

"rush my tits off"

now going to make a quick and dirty summary of her past few days for any interested parties (and for selfish venting pleasure):

whoa. being here is harder than i thought. way harder. my motivation for moving here was so intense that i think it blinded me with fantasy during my last semester in virginia. as my plane landed in sfo, i didn't feel that fimiliar burst of ecstasy while hovering over the san francisco bay. this was partly because i had been up for nearly 40 hours and there were two screaming infants with shitty, shitty diapers next to me for several hours (mom changed them during the meal service). but i'm just starting to piece together why i'm still waiting for that rush. this is no vacation. shit, i live here. i am broke. i don't have a job (i found out yesterday i didn't get any for which i applied). i am leaving behind hundreds of people i love, many of whom i will never see again. and i am lonely. i am really lonely. particularly now, as i am going through all these tumultuous feelings about being out here, and there's really not a lot of people i can talk to. my best friend out here is sick. he is mentally fried. he is not in good shape. he is paranoid, delusional, angry (screeches at me to leave him alone; thinks housemates are trying to have him arrested), and then he just falls apart and bawls about his worthlessness. so, uh.. he's really not a good listening ear right now. he needs to go home. i think he'll drop out. i saw jesse last night, to whom i consider myself very close. he doesn't seem like he wants to spend any time with me. he figures he might call me next week. other more casual friends are busied by the start of school, or other friends, or their jobs. and there several million people milling around me, and i recognize no one. i sat down on campus yesterday and looked at completely unfamiliar faces swarm around me as they left class. i am not used to this. i want to talk, dammit, and i can't keep calling people back home.

not to say i'm not optimistic. i'm really anticipating a badass job, and once i start yoga and drumming (and volunteering for npr's local affiliate this weekend with 100 retirees! woohoo!) i have no doubt i will find lots of people to love. but right now is a really difficult time and i'm doing it entirely alone. anyone live in the bay area?

1/21/99, 1:45 PM
N/A is:

Killing time at work

me@mywork.com

sick and wrong.

my head hurts and i have a fever.

i need to get out of here, but can't.

crazy joe's mom passed away earlier this week, and since i am the Responsible Party, i have to cover all client needs until 9.

today is not going to be a good day.

good luck, chordata.

volunteering for KQED's pledge drive?

that shit is wearing on me. i require NPR to guide me through my commute (my AM doesn't work, so I can't listen to old,angry,white,rich,male republican's venting because they're jealous that the democrats always get lots of pussy when they're in the whitehouse. chicks dig social issues MUH-THA-FUC-KAH.)

but recently i've had to listen to some limp dick talk about how if i donate $150 i'm going to get a one year subscription to newsweek, dinner for two at High Tech Burrito (at any one of their 16 bay area locations. sounds disgusting, but what do i know,) one hunter green KQED sweatshirt (100% cotton, comes in big and bigger, 'very comfy',) a certificate good for a jar of moisturizing facial cream (us guys don't realize it, but the good cream costs a lot,) and a copy of some personal record organizing software from Nolo Press in berkeley.

so today I called up and said "So, how much do you average each day between 7:30 and 8:45am?" "uh, i don't know." "let me talk to someone who does." "uh, ok. i'll try to find someone." "hello?" "how much is donated on average between 7:30 and 8:45 am?" "uhm, i don't know about average, but today we were pledged $3200" "Really? i'll tell you what. i'll pledge $3200 right now if you don't do any pledge breaks between 7:30 and 8:45 am tomorrow." "sir?" "i said, i will pledge $3200 so i don't have to listen to your lack of wit on my drive to work tomorrow." "uh, we can't do that sir." "well hell. then sign me up for $150 and send me the goddamn face cream."

fucking pledge drives. fucking public radio.

man, i've been robbed!

i just picked up my vicodin perscription, and ended up with some shit called hydrocodone.

hydrocodone??!???!??

I WANT REAL DRUGS!

of course hydrocodone might just be the generic name... i think i'll stop bitching and go do some research.

BUT IF THOSE BASTARDS SCREWED ME OUT OF MY VIC, I'LL BE BACK!

why is everyone around here on vicodin? btw, hydrocodone is vicodin, so don't fret nectar podling.

on another note, i'm taking some advice swine gave me once upon a time. i'm going to see a shrink on monday! whoohhooooo!

syrup@sorabji.com

it must be because we are all in such pain. oh, the pain. strange that so many sorabjites are having it at the same time. makes you go, hmmmmmm?

swine, hydrocodone is generic vicodin, but i'm telling you, a real expert (that would be me) can tell the difference between the House Brand and the Real Thing made by Knoll Pharmaceuticals, right there in New Jersey.

After reading Chordata's entry I am now rethinking my decision to move to San Jose this May after graduation. What have I done? Two months ago I was living with a roommate who hates me and fights with me constantly, my love life was nil, my family too busy for me.. it all looked so perfect.

Now I'm in love with the same man I've been in love with for 2 years, and finally he's with me again after being apart for over a year. I'm in a good job, school is going great.

And I'm going to leave it behind because I hate the politics and social atmosphere of this overly-religious controlled state and continue on my path to becoming a professional pilot. I'm part way there, but now I'm starting to question even that... I love to fly, but when you do something you love for a career, you usually end up hating it! OH GOD! what have I done..

Well Chordata.. if you still need friends in May, Look me up!

harrier@slacknet.com
too lazy for home page

...thinking about this quote and hoping that it comes out formatted OK.


Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness.
Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth (the ignorance of
which kills countless ideas and splendid plans):
that moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one, that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which none could have dreamed would have come one's way.

Whatever you can do, or dream that you can, begin it!
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!

--Goethe

soundkeeper@yahoo.com

trying to get the pizza
taste out of my mouth.

sc.lostchild@angelfire.com

telling nate that she gets free pete's coffee AND the infamous jar of zia face cream for manning the kqed phones. it makes me laugh that they offer "dinner for two" at high-tech burrito. what is that, a 5 dollar certificate? i also chuckle as they call it "a fine restaurant." it seems like a completely nerdy and weird thing to do, manning public broadcasting pledge phones. if there is a guy there my age also working, i will fall in love instantly.

daniela@sorabji.com

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blindswine@sorabji.com

back in action. if i had paid attention in bio i would have known that the pain in my side was no where near my appendix. same goes for anyone who i walked up to, pointing to my side, and asked "what's in here?" ("Beer?" "Guts?" "Appendix?")

pee'd in a cup to see if my kidney is in trouble (honestly, i thought the liver would be first to go.) the wall chart demonstrated with detailed pictures how to pee in a cup. the male side was pretty redundant (how hard is it to water a house plant? how hard is it to pee in a cup?) But the female side was amusing.

it seems, a woman should be able to pee standing up, with some accuracy. even without an on-the-go.

so, assuming the pee comes back clean as pee can be, i most likely have an enlarged spleen.

which is just fine with me.

Wasting time when I should be working on my thesis. I have band practice in an hour and a half and can't get motivated to write anything more on the thesis. I love archaeology and all, but for all this week, I've been burnt. Maybe it's writing about 20 pages that does it, along with playing two shows and recording last weekend, plus I haven't seen the sun in about two weeks. About the only thing that keeps me going is all the
SHEER ASS-KICKIN' LOAD OF SLACK COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS!!! HOT DAMN! WHAT, DID YOU THINK I WAS DEPRESSED, PINK BOY? NOT WHEN I GET TO PERFORM GOLDEN SHOWERS ON THE ELDER GODS IN RETURN FOR "LITTLE DEBBIE'S" FIRST BLOODY WHITE MOUSE! YEEEHAH, I PICK ZUES' THUNDERBOLTS OUT OF MY BELLY BUTTON!!! WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

arsewell@mtu.edu
http://www.angelfire.com/mi/heyshutuprecords

So, that's how I deal with about 15 feet of snow in a lttlie over a month, go completely bonkers for fun and profit. yeesh.

arsewell@mtu.edu
http;/www.angelfire.com/mi/heyshutuprecords

will someone please join my new scrabble game already? c'mon! free beer! free snacks! table dancing! and i promise not to cheat. no, really, i swear.

syrup@sorabji.com

hey. it's over. the subgenii all left already.

you missed the flight.

Thinking on moving to the SF Bay area. It's coastal & warm most of the year, right? And I find fog terribly romantic. Seems nearly all of the interesting folks from here are there. Wonder what Six thinks...

Hey Kittikins -- wanna move to Cali?

getting ready to lose my lunch. Many thanks for that lovely visual, Don. You sure know how to make a woman feel REEALLLY horny. Baby come and take me before I lose my cookies again.

sarah, i would join your game, but i am already playing about twelve games. gotta draw the line somewhere. i just got home from school, and cleo and i are going to make some cookies. from the looks of it, however, it doesn't seem like she needs any sugar whatsoever. she's hurling herself off of the couch repeatedly right now, and tormenting the dogs by chasing them.

agatha@sorabji.com

is still screwing around at home when i should have been in brooklyn 2 hours ago...
fuggit.
it's raining outside and i'm far more interested in getting this damned sequencing software running right and reproducing that 88 keys rhythym on the yamaha.
brooklyn can wait until tomorrow.

note for any other psuedo-musicians who are planning on "woodshedding" with their instruments this weekend:

those pint-size bottles of jose cuervo look deceptively large when you're standing on the other side of the counter.

defintely invest in the full fifth. that pint bottle only hooked me up with three margaritas.
at least the way i make 'em.

now the store is closed, and i can't get the sounds i want to download into the PSR midi-bank.

shit. maybe i should go to that party in brooklyn after all.

send me mail.

better yet, send me more tequila.

blindswine@sorabji.com

welcoming you to Manhattan!

The City at the End Of The World!!

line up around the corner, please, and have cash in hand.

this trip will cost you:

$5 at the door!
$10 for a soda!
$20 for a sandwich!
$100 for some affection!
and Serenity will run you All The Fucking Money In Your God Damn Pocket!
Come One, Come All!!!!!!!

and by the way, we got nuttin' but love for ya baby!

(don't forget to visit Times Square. we've got DISNEY!)

What are you doing?

mstrauch

Smoking a Camel an' trying to figger what to get my brother for x-mas. I know it's late, but to me, the holidays suck! No motivation.

Time to do the taxes...by phone of course, 'bout the best thing the IRS came up with.

signing this from my web page one last time before i kill it forever. when i am done, i will take a shower, and go to ikea for a new area rug. then, i will come home and rip up the carpets in the living room. don't ask, it's dave's idea.

agatha@uswest.net
be patient with me

1/23/99, 3:51 PM
J Derek is:

I'm here in Tx reading your fuck up as web site which is holding my fucking attention for some unknown bizzare reason I feel kindred to the site as if it's the nickel I lost years ago as a kid at thr bill hanes carnival
Yeah kinda tastefull yet bland with the rigomortus
of urban funk...
Yeah
urbangreek

urbangreek@yahoo.com

deciding not to leave the apartment this weekend. i have zero motivation, lots of long-lost gear, and it looks like ass outside.

i also found a great creole restaurant that delivers some bad-ass jumbalaya and gumbo to my neighborhood.

the farthest i plan to venture is downstairs to the liqour store to get some more tequila and margarita mix.
i may have to make a quick trip out to brooklyn, but i'll probably put that off, too.

january is drunken lazy bastard month.

life is good.

going to get the words "holy shit" tatooed across my forehead because i've said it so many times in the past few days.

my best friend was institutionalized yesterday. he's the aforementioned delusional one. his parents came and packed him up and took him away. his last comments to me were that he would never come back to berkeley and questions about my involvement in some fantasy conspiracy. i asked to give him a hug goodbye. he refused and left. and that is the end of vahid. i don't think i will ever hear from him again. i remember when i had a nervous breakdown and i didn't want anyone in my life who reminded me of the shit i went through. i was just reading back on a previous entry, the day before i left here at the end of the summer. i wrote about how i was lying on vahid's bed and prayed for berkeley to swallow me up. the only thing left in vahid's room is his bed now. i spent a while curled up on it, remembering those infinitely long summer days when the city was ours and nothing could stop us. i wonder what the hell happened.

i noticed for the first time last night that you cannot see the stars in berkeley. the sky is perpetually bright, a victim of light pollution, smog, and constant fog. this made me very sad.

today was actually sunny and happy. i worked phone at the local npr affiliate and had a fantastic time. i chilled with the awesome employees and talked politics. the callers were fun, too; one guy screamed at me because he felt that npr was getting corrupt and commercialized, and one pledger told me all the great hiking around here. dennis, my coordinator, gave me job information. it would be so sweet to work for npr.

then i bought a bunch of avocados, cheap.

today is a good day.

1/23/99, 11:08 PM
Liz Ordones is:

are you wiyh someone I don't reallt know how this thing works OOKKK

just got home from one of them rock 'n' roll concerts. that rock 'n' roll i'm tellin' ya it's gonna make all the kids start worshipping the devil.

i was off at side stage all night boogie-in' down with a few strays who just like to let loose with a little room. after a while a couple sorta inched into my space, which i was happy to share. her boyfriend could really dance and we did that thing that happens when people are dancing together even if you never look each other in the eyes, if you never touch, but yet you groove together nonetheless. eventually his girlfriend wedged herself between us, separating his energy from mine. she even touched me said something to me, but the speakers were there, too loud, her mouth gaping with words i couldn't understand, but it was probably something like stop mesmerizing my boyfriend.

i didn't say a word and just kept on dancing.

syrup@sorabji.com

. . . sore from trail riding, and feeling fat.

ahmbobodad@aol.com

finished reading all the recent entries.

Still feel fat.

ahmbobodad@aol.com

wishing the last 45 minutes of work would hurry up and be over. What are they thinking making us call clients on the night before school. Don't they realize they have kids to toss in the bath, get the lunches ready and make sure all the homework is done? Yikes..

Not wanting to struggle in New York today.

Wanting to go home and have a piece of pizza.

Wanting to have sex.

Dangerous sex.

Hmph.

Still at work, coding like a motherfucker.

Wondering how everyone here is. Haven't been here is a long, long time. Looking for the Orifex disc I left lying around here somewhere. Wanting to go to the bathroom, but not really interested in getting up at this moment.

Ride the DS3 baby, Ride.

Feeling simply sleepy in the PC lab... waiting for my next tutorial...(Yawn)
...just drop in to view some paranoid stuff to keep my drowsy mind awake

art81020@nus.edu.sg

enjoying my second cup of coffee this morning. It's stuff I brought from home, not that nasty swill they make downstairs.

Yesterday was my first weekend day in at least a month where it wasn't raining. I celebrated by spending the whole day outdoors doing things I'd put off due to the weather.

Thursday I decided to stop thinking and start acting on my desire go back to school and get my degree. If I can pull it off in five years I'll be happy. The lady at the outreach center must think any adult that walks into her office asking about programs is a backwards-ass-country-fuck. She was so patronizing I was tempted to tell her what I do for a living and how much it pays... and that I don't have to write a grant every year to justify my own salary.

I thought better of it and decided it would be easier just to choke her.

I thought better of that, and decided to just take the info and leave the office. She's not the one I'll have to work with anyway.

It's gotten frosty out again. Yay. Time to finish that coffee and get down to business.

karabins@yahoo.com

single

oh no.

shall we hope it is temporary?

taking a moment of your time to watch the bald eagles outside my window.

karabins@yahoo.com

Slacking off before the huge data entry fest this afternoon, as i type in artifact after artifact after artifact...You never see Indiana Jones doing this crap, what a lousy excuse for an archaeologist he is. Calvin got it right when he said "Archaeologists have the most mind-numbingly dull job on the planet." However, it's also one of the most fun, too.

arsewell@mtu.edu
http://www.angelfire.com/mi/heyshutuprecords

floating in a mist of random thoughts ...
my friend's boyfriend killed himself wednesday, locked himself in a garage with the car on.
My roommate slashed his wrist two nights ago... he survived thank goodness.
He got sulfuric acid burns from a battery yesterday, had to leave the boyfriend to help him out.
The boyfriend that he can't know about or he'll go crazy
The neighbors cat is in heat again... it thinks singing at my window will get it some.
Gameboys are the most evil device ever made.
Oh, and there's my boss.. guess i should work

harrier@slacknet.com

wondering what exactly nate means by "single." single as a reference to the fact that you are one person?

i am late for school. missed the bus again. we ripped up the carpets in our living room yesterday, it looks a world nicer. dave got a new computer desk, too, so typing is much more comfortable.

simon, i wish you the best of luck with your school. i went back for my bachelor's at age 27. people can indeed be very condescending, i agree. once you are enrolled and doing well, they will all go away.

agatha@sorabji.com

welcoming nate to the wonderful world of bachelordom.

just as long as you keep your fridge stocked with beer, your bathroom relatively clean, and remember to take out the garbage once in a while, you should be just fine.

sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't.
either way, cold beer and sticky kaya does wonders to retain one's serenity.

good luck.

blindswine@sorabji.com

Amen to that Blindswine, I will testify! Having been a chaste man myself for the last four years, I find that there are other things in life besides the great chase after love and sex that are worth spending time on. (Beer and the occasional visit from Keith Green Help)

arsewell@mtu.edu
http://www.angelfire.com/mi/heyshutuprecords

hang in there nateness. and give us the gory details.

syrup@sorabji.com

agreeing whole-heartedly with semillama. (is that like being a dalai lama in training?)

not only is the great chase after love and sex time-consuming, it's also pretty damn expensive. the woman i was planning on "getting into it" with is already trying to milk me for trips to atlantic city and we haven't even really gone out on a proper date yet.

i'm gonna have to break it to her that i have absolutely no intention of picking up the tab for any trips to atlantic city...

besides, with the new yamaha cs2x coming out and the used akai mpc2000 that's for sale, all my money is already ear-tagged.

although keyboards and midi-production centers don't do much in the way of warm hugs and wet kisses, in the long run they're much more reliable.

i'm thinking i'm much better off staying single.

Telling glorious Natorious that if he changes his mind & decides to give the fairer sex another try,
I'm First In Line!

:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

And e-mailing strangers from the
WAYD board. Seems like many folks are having a very rough day. But remember: "This shit, too, shall pass."

And sending some love to Aggie/who has been missed 'round these parts of late.

xoxo, Agatha!

RadicalCon@aol.com

selling toilet paper to others in the house for a dollar a roll.

mediating house crises (dogs tip over jamil's two-day-old motorcycle, jamil tries to kill dogs, i throw myself on dogs).

writing cover letters.

feeling the love for this place creep in. whoa, i got scared for a little while there.

yeah, now i'm home. i mean it this time.

1/25/99, 10:25 PM
Dani is:

Single Nate??

danikim@ij.net

welcome back, my big daddy.

Come to mama

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