praying that in my next life, i'll have the sense to be a slut. wild hearts aremeant to be broken.

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putting the wRECk in RECreation.

Putting the wreck in rectum

finally back online at my little house in the woods. Moved today, settling in, wondering which bathroom to tear out first.

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debating whether to listen to "never recover" by the carigans. or not. "step on me."

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putting the "cuss" in customer.

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Putting the wRECk in RECtum

eating hot dogs for breakfeast

moshing with jesus

fucking crying about the girl that dumped me over 8 months ago. I still love the bitch and she tore my heart into a million pieces. I bought a house and everything. What the fuck?????????????/

jt2,you have a house that she won't get half of,you know you can't trust her,in my book you got lucky.I wasn't going to bitch,but since I bothered to put this out,I would like to mention that I left the door to my dishwasher opened.I walked right into it and landed on the other side,nothing is broken,but I have notches on my shin bones,and I don't think I can bowl for awhile,I caught myself from slamming my face in the tile,with my right wrist.Clumse poop.

I meant clumsey,that doesn't look right either,nevermind .

Clumsy

cold. and wastiong time until i have to go to work.

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Slacking like it's my job.

I've been tracking my UPS packages all over the place. The one that was supposed to arrive Friday took a merry trip around my state instead of into it. Might be here today. One package out of a pair that were shipped together and shared a tracking number got grievously misrouted to the other end of Montana. The other package of the pair has been sitting in town since 3 am.

UPS is nasty. They demolished a monitor that my friend sent earlier this year. The person who recieved it estimated that they had rammed a rod of some sort through the package into the screen of the monitor.

Boy, did UPS bitch and moan about having to pay for that one... Took the guy over a month to get UPS to admit they had screwed up. Longer to actually get the money. They paid about half what it was worth.

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Setting up a Win2k server...god I love T1s!

I hate being an Intern.
Without pay.

But it's not as if there's anything better to do all day...
All that, and I'm FINALLY going to get an allowance for this work.
After what, like 7 years?

Thanks dad, but I'd rather you stuck me on company paroll!

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putting the penis in hap-penis.

I'm doing research on my family tree. Looking for any information on the Pepiton/Pepitone family

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Rabid

Grant Hutchins

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Listening to fireworks.
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hoping for the circulation will come back to my feet after enduring 5 hours of work with 2 different pairs of too-small shoes. want to burn my feet? i wouldn't notice the difference.

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drinking lotus tea

Putting the FUN in FUNgus

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Eating DEATH RAIN potato chips! Rah! My eyes are still watering and my nose is running and I can't feel my tounge!

Daaaammmn! I love that stuff!

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Eating DEATH RAIN potato chips! Rah! My eyes are still watering and my nose is running and I can't feel my tounge!

Daaaammmn! I love that stuff!

off the bag:

"If you've never met a ripe, red haberno that you didn't like, your chip has finally come in! Route 11 Potato Chips and Blair's Death Rain have mercilessly created the best chips on Planet Earth.
Can life get any better when you have the freshest potatoes, hand cooked in the healthiest blend of oil, seasoned with a slightly smokey barbecue and spiked with the hottest dry spices ever created... Death Rain! (The dry equivalent to a sticky mash of habaneros, chipoltes, cayennes, and garlic.) Death Rain will sneak up and grab the best of you. We hope you enjoy these chips as much as we do!"

right.

Go out and buy some

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Blah, Blah, Blah

Bonking, and bad.

Somewhere along the way this morning, I lost track of the caffeine/calorie ratio for the day, and WAY overdid it on the caffeine side.

Bleh. I'm phazing in and out between being a typing fiend and being completely unable to type.

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whispering

putting the "what the fuck was i thinking" in "Wisconsin".


Got back from Portland. I spent way too little time there, but any more and I wouldn't have come back. I had the absolutest sweetest time (in the literal sense). I got to spend just about every single minute from 9:30pm friday to about midnight last night with my very best friend in the whole world and a close runner-up. Plus a new friend who is so mindblowingly awesome she seems unreal. Plus I got to see my two favorite cats that don't live with me, and eat delicious food for everymeal and go to a museum and send messages to space. Then see movies. and tromp around in washington Park and look at trees and huge-ass jumbo slugs. plus ride the train and go to the kick ass library.
Plus the Bins! Cys, did you ever go to the Bins, which is the gigantic Goodwill in an old factory building, where they are constantly changing the bins of stuff, so there is always new stuff? I got a almost new pair of Doc Martins in my size for $4!

Plus we took lots of photobooth photos but not nearly enough.

Plus great music finds at Everyday music: A slightly scuffed copy of SAndanista! by the Clash for $12 (only one tune skips), Live in Swing City and Big Train by the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra w/ Wynton Marsalis, and Negativland's Pepsi album.

Plus some books for my career, and one for pleasure.

Plus lots of hugs and handholding.



God i hate Wisconsin. Please please let me find a job out in the Pacific Northwest!

wondering what message Semillama sent into space??

thinking ftw would have been appropriate.

the unidentified person. I don't know why it came up like that.

do you think the maggot was trying to tell you something?

I sent a picture of "Bob" with the word "Slack" underneath, appropriately enough for X-day.

an amateur storyteller.

A fairy tale for the millineum:

Once upon a time, a beautiful, independant young princess happened upon a frog as she sat comtemplating ecological issues near an unpolluted pond near her castle.

The frog said, "If you kiss I'll become a handsome prince and we can marry and live together in yon castle where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children and feel forever grateful doing so.

That night after a fine meal of frog-legs sauteed in butter and wine sauce, she thought to herself:

I don't freakin' think so.

pitying the frog for being eaten but praising the princess for being self-empowered. i kneel to her superior status.

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feeling particularly smug for residing within 30 miles of downtown portland for my entire life. i canned 13 quarts of cherries yesterday, and there's more on the tree to can tomorrow before work. i hope there's enough jars...

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crying in a twenty gallon bucket which is almost full since i left sem at the arirport tuesday night

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Thinking about Sem and Mavis, and how things were so much better around here when they used to live here, and getting ready to go camping. I miss my old friends, or as Ani said " I want my old frineds, I want my own face, I want my old life, Fuck this time and place."

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Sem, has anyone ever told you that you totally rock the WAYD mic?

skooter:
i want my old life there too. it seems so full and easy in retrospect...i miss it and even more, i miss who i was when i lived there.....
...now i am opening and distrubuting mail, about to ride my bike the 6 miles home from work. this morning's grey clouds have finally burned off and it's about 75 degrees and beautiful.
sigh. i miss that crappy yellow apartment at the bottom of the hill.

Listening to R.L. Burnside, It's Bad You Know...it's a very quality song. (it's on the sopranos soundtrack)

And setting up an Intranet Web Site.

On the wonderful Win2k server, Big_Hombre!

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Listeing to Elwood's crazy version of Sundown by Gordown Lightfoot.

sounds like Beck.

gack! Very unappetizing is the new story.

yes, someone should write an article or maybe a paper or a masters' thesis, on the ascendancy of gross-out humor or whatever you call it into the realms of "literature" or at least written public discourse, from its previous status of being whispered on the playground etc., but just thinking of this topic reminds me of a joke someone told me that had to do with a bucket of spit, that caused me to gag continuously for 15 minutes, and the effect on me of just remembering thatt that joke exists, leads me to conclude that I will not be writing that article...

counting down the minutes until i can leave work and go play in the sun (187) and trying not to get caught picking my nose when i am merely adjusting my noserings.....wishing i was at Lake Superior today with a big mason jar full of lemonade and magpies flying against a blue sky...instead, i will bus home after work, change and go bicycle along the columbia--beautiful but still a substitute for what i really wish....

counting down the minutes until i can leave work and go play in the sun (187) and trying not to get caught picking my nose when i am merely adjusting my noserings.....wishing i was at Lake Superior today with a big mason jar full of lemonade and magpies flying against a blue sky...instead, i will bus home after work, change and go bicycle along the columbia--beautiful but still a substitute for what i really wish....

chewing on carrots.

stuck inside, no volunteers today and no access to the GPS unit, so I am advancing the status of artifacts. All are inventoried and I am washing the last couple of bags worth of artifacts. Pretty tedious work, really.

staring at a screen 10 inches from my face. i'm trying to ruin my eyesight for good.

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realizing that not everyone's in EST

watching i love you alice b toklas

Thinking of you.

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Listening to Sandanista!

going to go and run around La Crosse this afternoon. I want a new end table. Plus there are things for hygiene I require. Tonight, I may go see "The Patriot" because I enjoy thos egrand historical epics (so sue me).

yawning.

what a waste of a day.

counting the nanoseconds before doing trailer shift... when i'll have to divide my attention between at least two fine guys. can't wait.

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too bad i can't be in two places at once and do my job at the same time... (i'm smiling, can't you tell? check my website for the reason why)

i'm going back in time... to the schoolgirl crushes i never had time to have (or denied).

i wonder if any of my coworkers are going to big stink...?

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listening to the Damage Manual and musing on coincidental media events in my personal experience this weekend.
Example #1: The song on the Damage Manual album I am listening to now contains a sample of Huun-Huur-Tu, which is the other album I picked up yesterday.

Example #2: This weekend I rented Being John Malkovich and American Movie (neither of whcih I had seen previously). I noticed in the credits for BJM that Michael stipe was co-producer. "Oh," Ithought, "Didn't know that he did such a thing."

Then the next night I watched American Movie (Three thumbs way the fuck up, btw, this should be the next movie you all see) and in the credits: Stipe, co-producer. I turned off the VCR and there was R.E.M on Saturday Night Live. Eerie to say the least.

The damage Manual is highly recommended for fans of post-punk. Very great music with Chris Connely on vox, Geordie from Killing Joke on guitar, Jah Wobble on bass, and Martin Atkins on drums. It was co-engineered by my friend Jason McNinch.

Huun-Huur-Tu is an ablum by an ensemble from the region of Tuva in southern siberia ,and what they do is sing their traditional songs. The catch is, that these singers can sing three notes at once due to amazing control over the harmonics in their voices. It all sounds like something weird and electronic, but it's actually an old style of singing.

Ironing.


My pants.

I found out that Heather is now going out with a man older than my husband,oh vomit,I was telling my mother that and she say's,"I guess she thinks it's better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave".Then out of the fucking blue she say's "youd dad was never good for anything but intercourse".I hung up on her.

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I found out that Heather is now going out with a man older than my husband,oh vomit,I was telling my mother that and she say's,"I guess she thinks it's better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave".Then out of the fucking blue she say's "youd dad was never good for anything but intercourse".I hung up on her.

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wondering WHICH Hun Huur Tu album you bought, sem...there are three to date by them, plus four that i know of from The Throat Singers Of Tuva...

eating creamy pesto instant lunch...the stuff of gods. yum.

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Oh, sorry. "60 Horses in my herd' is the title.

listening to it right now. I much prefer them to the Gyoto Monks.

wondering if semillama is actually from portland or if she has friends who have introduced her to our wonderful little town. the beach here is great.

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eating egg flower-beef ramen soup. though i shouldn't eat beef ramen, the seasoning being made from slaughter byproduct. probably the stuff that nobody (or almost) would eat if they knew what it was. how come i'm always talking about food?

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wondering why her hometown is the topic (or subtopic) of the current conversation. she likes portland a lot better than the town where she currently lives, which is about 30 minutes away: boring, oregon.

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wondering at the recent gender confusion going on here - and what made jt2 think I was a woman, plus recently the same thing happened to Pilate (although he was talking about sex with men, and the reader with a low reading comprehension may have missed the cues that he was a guy.

Also wondering about how many people just read what's current or go back and hit what they missed if they haven't been here a couple of days. (personally, I generally just hit the 24-hour search and can determine if there was some big conversation I missed.

putting the finishing touches on a box of fun treats for semillama.

i always read what i missed when i am away from here.


and now taping the box closed.....

Sounding my barbaric yawp.

I got a little present from the phlegm fairy last night.

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eating raisins

i once had a dream that i was a box of bran flakes, not to be mistaken for raisin bran. it was probably the scariest dream i've ever had.

eating carrots and trying to fuck off as much as possible while on the clock