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.

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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.

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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.

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telling Mr. Swine... VERY interesting site.

Thanks!

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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puts a call out to Dr. Kevorkian for Danipoo.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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

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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.

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

Sex. Blah. Gimme coffee.

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" 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.

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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.

:-)

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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.

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

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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!!!!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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Yo' Mama? How trashy...

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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.

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