Went to Greer Arizona last fri. and sat. night came back Sun.,it's beautiful up there in the White Mountains.Anyway it's mostly resorts and lodges and I'm mostly cheap so I was real proud that I found a room for $50.00 a night,it was o.k. but I wish I had known that they were non-smoking rooms and we had to keep going out in the woods to get high.The funny thing is they just did a big meth bust up there and it's mostly mormons and Indians (V.v.,as I call them with the feather not the dot)and there were no Indians arrested so mormons on meth,go figure.I was so glad to get up there even though it takes 5 hours and the salt river canyon is lined with crosses and scares the shit out of me.Only to come to the insanity of home and Ryan stealing my windows 98 c.d. rom and boot disc.I have an extra c.d. anyway.I still haven't filed that police report or called his p.o. and I don't know why.

I lost 600 grams. That puts me just 200 grams off 5 kilos so far. Wheeeee

listening to Uncle Ron and Aunt Fezzie.

worried.

woo hoo moonie!

Brownies BAD. However, tonight's meal was pretty good although I am a little shaky on points since I distrust this fat free cooking spray. (Surely if you use enough of it it makes fat? Something? ACK!)

Ok:
Ahem.
1/2 cup chopped onion (or whatever)
one leek loosely chopped (white bit--I cut it into thin rounds and cut them in half)
two fair sized portabello muchrooms chopped.
two cloves garlic, minced.

Saute all this in a pan sprayed with fat free cooking oil (I actually have olive oil in an atomizer, but whatever). Get it all brown and goldy. Throw in 1/2 cup vegetable boullion and whatever seasonings you want. (I used salt, pepper, fennel seeds, caraway seeds, nutmeg, cinnamon). Cook until all liquid is gone, set aside to cool.

Then the fun part. Phyllo dough, notorious little bitch that it is. Try somehow to seperate a sheet from the rest without catastrophe (I ended up with three chunks instead of one nice big sheet and sort of cobbled together with those). Lightly spray with cooking oil, layer a sheet or two on, lightly spray again, spoon on some of the potato leek crap. Wrap. Get it all covered and phyllo-y like a little nugget of goodness.

Put all these nuggets of goodness onto a pan sprayed with...lightly spray the tops, bake at 375 degrees farenheit (what the hell is that in celsius?) until golden.

Enjoy.

The way I made it I think they came out to around 2 points each. And they were damn spanky.

And Lapis, don't worry, make and try some of these most excellent potato leek strudels today!

still worried.

It's late.

doing better.

Much better. Better late than never!

Whoohoo!

hey J.
I dont know what happened to mark. I mean i asked to marry him and got no response =/ hehe and just now came to discover that the site is somewhat abandoned! dum dum dum!!(i mean he wrote 94-03 as if the site died!! what the helllll)::snickers::
no but for real...i wonder what excursion he went on this time...
oh yea i wouldnt call myself a woman, I'm an immature young girl, if a woman posted that comment it would be quite scary! mwhahahahahaha

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i'm about to embark on a burroughsesque sorabjiite experiment.

it may take me a couple days.

and some coffee.

Now I am worried.

making coffeee

wondering if Venus Fly Traps take dumps.

b/s progressing.

more coffee.

woke up early today.

phone call at 11:30.

frikk.

feeling self-important

wondering if my response to my employee evaluation is going to get me fired. i challenged my boss to stop believing the ravings of a couple of jealous people and believe me instead. what will he do??

Made my first dentist appointment in oh, at least three years.

Eri put the fear of God into you?

I lost 2.4 pounds, for a total of 6.6, Moonit. It was a rough week. Resolve to do better.

I voted, too. But more about that elsewhere.

Naw, I had been planning on it after hearing a favorable report on a local dentist from a co worker.

"See, free nations are peaceful nations. Free nations don't attack each other. Free nations don't develop weapons of mass destruction."�Milwaukee, Wis., Oct. 3, 2003

Miserable.

Need new glasses, had a little vegan brownie binge last night out of sheer depression, which wasn't even really that satisfying because the whole time I kept saying "now you're going to gain this week you fat useless bitch." Drank all my water today, had steamed veggies and resolved to eat my minimum every day, dreading/hating the thought of Tuesday.

Depressed in general, it has been a rough couple of weeks. Work doesn't seem to be getting anywhere and like Nate I find myself going days at a time without interacting with people, sometimes wanting and craving that interaction. For sensual people this deprivation of the senses is unbearable and I feel like I am going to break under the strain.

You look fine everyone says and M encircles both my wrists in one hand to prove the point and part of me is disgusted with myself and the other part realizes this is the first time someone has touched me in days.

I feel empty and unsure, glasses are really really broken but I can't afford to buy new ones and my boss gave me shit because they are so bent out of shape that they sit crooked on my face and it's not endearing anymore.

I want a drink so badly but I can't anymore and this constant reminder of my own stupidity throbs inside my head and I don't know, now, if my head and heart ache because of this or something else.

I can feel myself settling back into a pattern of flaky self destructive behaviour and I am disgusted to see that I like it. I realize sometimes that this is all I know.

How easy it would be to end it all.

feeling sad for platypus

platypus, that isn't all you know. Try not to live your life based on how wide your waste is...join a gym, get a haircut, take a walk...go to a concert..listen to some music you really like, and when you doin listen close your eyes..from now on try to do things by appreciating all your 5 senses...would u feel clean if you didnt smell sudsy after a shower? doesnt music sound better with your eyes closed? whats that one thing that makes you feel as if you're on top of the world??

in the grips of fishin' fever. October is the month when the stripers and bluefish strap on the proverbial feeding frenzy bag for their annual trek southward, and I'm there offering them a smorgasbord of shiny and tasty plastic and metal treats.

Fishing is good times. I should get up on some of that.

Here's it's still deceptively warm and sunny, I am about to go to the movies with a very attractive individual whom I have no hopes of getting with, and I made brownies. There are a large number of *very* happy people out there right now friends.

(Only two points each, too! (I wonder if pot has a point value? Should I ask my leader?))

Lost 2.4 pounds this week, I think because I ran like a mad man four days in a row and ate mostly vegetables. Up to 9 pounds now which means I am about a third of the way there. I can kind of feel it, my clothes are looser and there seems to be less of me. No one seems to have noticed or if they have they haven't said anything. I kind of don't want it to come up out of a fear of jinxing it or something. I should be there by Christmas though.

Ok. Movies. Hooray?

wanking hard

Yay Platy. I got my first bookmark. 5 kilos.

I guess we probably get bookmarks sooner than you guys since we get them at five pounds...

I hope to be at my 10% by the end of October if I keep losing at this rate. Please, God.

Eating leftover Thai tofu
with spinach and sprouts.
No, I'm not a veggie, I eat
meat like a cheetah on the
rampage too.

Nevertheless, I do feel
guilty for eating meat
though, knowing the
horrible conditions these
animals must live and die in
just to make a juicy burger.
At least gazelles and
springboks graze happily
on the savannah until a
hungry cheetah comes
along. It's the circle of life,
unlike the quality of life you
would find at
slaughterhouses and what
not. Sucks.

So that means I can never
really be a cheetah on the
rampage. Fukn poser

sitting at a pub on broadway. there is a mob scene of women dancing all around the pool table. well, mob scene means 12-15 women aged from early 20s to mid 60s, based on my unscientific assessment of the situation. i'm not used to seeing happy women. it's wacky. like i'm peeking through the locker room door and seeing what it's really like. they're just drunk and raging, and that's all there is to see here. but it's fun to project from the things my life is missing onto something that happens to be straight ahead in front of me. in this case a bunch of cackling drunks from many generations. but it could be anything, I guess

note quite, but real close to freaking out.

burning a Root Boy Slim CD, waiting for it to finish. World War III Rules!!

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feeling incompetent and having a hard time convincing myself that I am not a complete failure.

feeling better.

A cute little 5-year-old girl walked into a pet shop with her mommy and asked in the sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you thell widdle wabbits?"

The shopkeeper's heart immediately melted and he got down on one knee so he was on her level, and asked, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"

In turn the little girl blushed, rocked on her heels, put her hands on her knees, leaned forward and said in a quiet voice, "I don't think my pet python weally givthes a thit."

disagreeing with that post. Semillama is NOT a cute five-year-old girl.

sucking on a shake through a set of lips of which 1/4 is numb.

When I went to Seattle a few weeks ago, I made a trip to Snoqualmie, WA to see the spots where a lot of Twin Peaks was filmed.

I went to the Falls and saw the lodge which served as the exterior of the Great Northern. I ate at the Mar-T diner, which served as the interior of the R&R diner (and had some cherry pie, which was damn good).

I unwittingly drove right over the bridge which Ronette Pulaski stumbled over in the pilot. Only realized I had done that a couple minutes ago when I saw a photo of the bridge on someone's website. Rats, I should have taken a picture.

I'm also sorry to say I missed the Weyerhauser lumber office that was the police station, and the lake on whose shores Laura Palmer was found.

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at
the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.

He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that
she never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man, "and whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have
moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's Bush's clock?" asked the man.

"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

downloading "fool in the rain" by led zepplin... friend of mine asked me to...hmmmm?? oh and this this CD ot called "yes New York" and its a compilation of these great ny local bands...some of the artists are big now like the strokes and interpol..but its really cool! and the proceeds go to this program in which musicians play music for people in hospitals =) alright enough of my rambling --goodnight

realizing that lsd didn't help me get the answers i needed.

listening to a legion of honking birds behind my parent's house.

i do not know. no sir, i do not know.

back from having a wisdom tooth yanked. The other two that are left also need to come out, but I'll need someone to drive me there and back because I will have to be sedated for those teeth. Damn You, Dentist of my youth! you should have insisted I had them out when it was easy!

Sem, I remember after having all my wisdom teeth out at once, enjoying the feeling of being able to put the tip of my tongue into the voids left behind from the wisdom teeth. I'm easily amused, I guess. I remember the dentist using some sort of tool that seemed almost like a screwdriver digging around with some force trying to break the teeth out, and thinking jeez, if this dude slips, that thing's going right through my jaw.

thinking that i need to study, but the devil in me isnt letting my ass get off the chair, away from the computer...computers and computer chairs are evil.

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drinking a Fat Tire Amber Ale. Good stuff. It's got a really pretty label and interesting bottle too. Slainte!

I've lost 1.3 kilos this week, taking me up to 8 kilos gone.

WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Want to hold up a bank in Latin? "Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam
omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam." (I have a
catapult.
Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head."

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Friendship is like pissing your pants.Everyone can see it,but only you can feel its true warmth.So thank you all for being the piss in my pants:)

J, you crack me up!

2.4 lbs, 12.8 total. I am damn close to my 10%.

I still wish it would all go away now, though. It would be terribly convenient because you get to eat more on maintainance and I want some damn chocolate.

Damn!

I am an interior decoration DEMON today.

i scored an ambien from a friend who i took out for lunch today. oh sweet sleep, i've missed you so much these last few weeks.

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oh jesus monkey and chrismas.

i a m s o d a n g e r o u s.

oh please. were you that surprised?

o no, not suprised at all.

just realizing the 'value' of the collection.

Looking for the dandelions.