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Sunday, September 1st, 2002

candy_angel

09:09a okay, so I did some chores instead There's a naked lady in the garden! (its a flower--they are 'naked' because they don't have leaves. they're some sort of lily, I think.) and its raining, so I left the bag o' catpooh at the back of the carport instead of walking out to the trashcan by the shed (I was barefoot and unprepared for the rain)

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candy_angel

08:43a dude whats up your ass, Mr mouse? I was happily scrolling down my friends page, pausing to read each entry, and all of a sudden you have a freak out. I wasn't touching the mouse, but the mouse decided it didnt like me reading and scrolled up and down and up and down raeally fast a bazillion times and then scrolled to the bottom of the page and if I scrolled up it did the freak out thing again. mofo. It's not my idea to be up. Miss OBe conspired with my bladder to make it so. Its hard to sleep when you have to pee and theres a kittencat meowing in your ear and trying to kiss your mouth. So we went to the bathroom and she purred like a maniac trying to get me to pet her, and I put her in the bathtub, but she remembers very well when it was wet, and freaked out and ran away. Then she decided I wasnt interested enough in her and jumped on the computer desk. now shes a legless lump by the bathroom door. the second I go lay down I bet I will have lots of kitty loves. I will discourage it by cuddling. (ask Jamie, it makes her SO mad, she growls and cries and hisses "DONT LOVE ME!!!!!!" And I usually do this on the phone with Jamie, so he hears) stgegodess: she tried to kiss my mouth!! it was the creepy Scummder: awwww Scummder: you mouth is good for kissing! stgegodess: it was ewwww. she's a girl kitten! Scummder: :o Scummder: *protects you from the very forward lesbian kitty* current mood: *yawn*

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chaensaw

03:41a Curiouser and curiouser Well, this is interesting news to report... about 2 weeks ago, I decided to try out the program Kazaa Light, a hacked version of Kazaa that someone released that includes none of the copious spyware that Kazaa is infamous for. On that site, there was a link to a program called Ad-Aware, which I decided to download. This program combs through your system and registry, searching for spyware that you didn't know was there. So I ran it, and it found several things I was only vaguely aware of -- something called Comet Cursor that occasionally pops up and demands to be updated, and some weird stuff for that fucking annoying Bonzi Buddy shit -- and several things I wasn't aware of at all. I cleared off all but the few things I knew weren't spyware, and ever since then, two things have happened: my bluescreens have been totally abated, and my desktop no longer crashes when I close folders and/or windows explorer. Coincidence? I'm undecided on that, but the change is welcome, whatever the instigator. current mood: contemplative

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komashu

01:30a you only see me for the clothes that i wear well without going into too much detail as my feet hurt so badly and i am simply drained...the night i would say was a success. we did rather well in numbers and getting people to dance, though that was a hard fight. but i feel that it won't be too hard of a battle next time....yes that's right there will be a next time. w00p! we learned a lot. we learned secrets. we learned respect. we learned so much. we saw so much. we heard so much. we appreciated so much. such the night was, i can't really fully get my head around it all. so much will be talked about later. as well as a semi setlist of what we wrote down..and what we remember after we stopped writing down. i hope those that went had a lot of fun.

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leokitty

04:34a it's 4:25am and i am sooo not tired. i am considering drinking the beer in the fridge so that i'll pass out (much like last night, heh). oof, no longer consdering. the beer is out and ready to be drunk. so i am pretty broke this week, which sucks. my alice cooper tickets--a splurge, but a must at the same time--have pretty much wiped me out as i mentioned. i think i am not going to go to atlantic city, if tickets are similarly priced. i just don't have the cash available to do so. i am trying to keep my credit card bill where it is (ie: under $200), but it doesn't look like that is very possible since i have so many expenses that are about to punch me in the face (thank you, book companies for making textbooks an exciting yet very painful form of extortion!). class starts on friday. i have to register for my fourth, write that paper that has been haunting me all summer, get a new school id since i lost my old one, and somehow manage to get up at 9:00 to get to my 9:30 class. this means i should really start going to bed before 6:00am. i shall start with the sleeping pills route soon, i think. (soon meaning tomorrow, of course.) jesus, my stomach does not want me to be drinking this beer. graaah. maybe if i smash my head against the wall enough times, i will fall asleep. or work some more on latin review... current mood: NOT TIRED~! current music: Missing Persons - Walking in LA

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weave

04:05a epitaph for jimmy garlick, st. james garlickhythe church, london Stop stranger, stop, as you pass by. As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so shall you be. So pray prepare to follow me.

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phatmike

03:44a ok i'm bored... soooo, finish this sentence : "a robot-jesus, a rabbi, and a priest walk into a bar..."

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cirhosis

03:21a And now a word from our sponsors... sasquatch. If you know where that originally came from you get a cookie. current mood: chipper current music: Depeche Mode - Personal (size) Pizza

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darkjuliet

00:28a fucking hell another reason to hate calvin klein, episode #135421537244.5: the stupid eternity by calvin klein commercial where there's all the couples singing "what the world needs now / is love sweet love" to each other. *sneef* thanks for rubbing it in, you tacky man wot designs overpriced ugly clothes. current mood: lonely

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violate

02:54a i'm sick of caring. i'm jsut sick of it. it doesn't get me anywhere but hurt. whats the point of caring when it's met with indifference. i hate this why cant control my feelings. i wish i could jsut kill them off like you

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mishlof

01:27a Confused and Disheartened Woke up to realize it is 2am, and I have to somehow go back to sleep to work again for a Security Night shift, followed by an earlier morning Starbucks shift the next day...I am sooo losing track of time. Helped cirhosis move partially on....Friday. then had to crash for a HELL shift today...um yesterday, Frapp-A-Fuckin-Chinos...at least time became a surreal blur as my brain just died and my body just took over. Life so far is a compromise. The Job is to survive, not live. My Fantasy Epic, is nothing but a cluster of short modern stories (At least I'm still writing when I can!). A Massively designed RPG world (Unique idea, Fantasy/Urban Sprawl) is now shelved, cause the Limited Gaming group I now have (Roommate and one other, for they are the only ones who can make a late night, last moment game) want more of a Sci Fi Genre (SW Bounty Hunters). Don't go out much, don't have money to buy anything, living on minimized food (dear god if I ever see another boiled hot dog.....) Can't afford much of anything, yet I'm just meeting min. on debts with the occasional missing of a random bill. ...sigh.... how much longer? I just really feel apathetic to everything...I just do not care. And if you have actually read to this point, thanks for listening (reading), and not just scrolling by. I need a major influx of funds and time to myself...to go back to school, get a trade, start again. not going to happen, so what do you do? rhetorical really. take care, Good night. Stu. current mood: apathetic current music: We Are One (Mirror Split Up Into Pieces) Project Pitchfork

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ew_yer_creepy

01:01a madeleine. i fabricated a fuck of a lot of stories to tell you guys on my drunken way home. none of them are true, except the one about the capture and hostage goodness of sylaja murukipudi & her mother in 1991, by none other than saddam hussein. she lived at 6507, and she was my "best friend" in 2nd grade. i don't know if she still lives there. he made her a pan of brownies, because she was a hostage during her birthday. no shit. he'll gas his own people, but he made her a pan of brownies. anyway. however. i walked down salem which turns into 17th which leads straight to the park. i decided to touch base with my tree madeleine. she was my tree and she was james' tree. since james is fucking dead she is just my tree. so we touched base. two people with blocky physiques were walking down the path. they were both male. they were both strutting. they were both drunk. they both saw me. fuck you. i'm not going to hide. you see me. i see you. let's see what comes up. i walk from out behind madeline, my coal burning bright orange. i not only share their path, i walk straight into it. people regard you differently when you walk on the balls of your feet instead of your heels. "look at those tits." "yeah, i'd like to suck on those." "hahahahaha." fuck you. "what the fuck did you say to me?" i said, fuck you. "what the fuck did that bitch say to me?" she said, fuck you. and then she walked home, still on the balls of her feet. -- i am covered in spiders' webs. the ones that hang down from the branches of trees. i collected them all on my walk home. i always walk under trees. i am tickly, and so sticky from those damn webs! :D i am wondering if goldschlager was such a good idea, on top of that 40 of OE. i love goldschlager. i also love penis. fat penis. who's got some? -- ( Diary of Dreams - AmoK. ) current mood: smirky. current music: xymox - this world

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individuation

00:56a ARGH carriemonster ..it's 1am and I just got home from my "dinner party" I had to be there by 4...but they didn't even serve dinner until 9pm cause it was a group effort in the kitchen. I'd still come over but I have to be up at 8am for my cousin's son's bris. I'm sorry I missed the tiki goodness... I'll see you at neo though. Any way I can get one of those passes from you sometime Sunday afternoon?

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leokitty

00:34a i just beat legend of zelda: link's awakening. huzzah! tonight = productive!

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violate

00:26a argh. turning into obsessive psychobitch girlfriend. what could he be so busy doing?! current mood: worried

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Saturday, August 31st, 2002

lisiblac

23:46p Alarmed. So I've been reading a lot of alarmist literature today, and I am alarmed. I started out just trying to gather information on how Nutra Sweet and other sugar substitutes affect pregnant women. I ended up possibly figuring out what's been killing my mother's health for the past four years . . . I'm usually not easily convinced by any opinion until I've weighed it all out, which is why I've been reading about this all damn day. But what the hardline lefties are saying about Nutra Sweet jives with suspicions I already had about my mother's 'mystery disease'. In late 1998, my mother got out of a Cessna two-seat airplane that her partner, Larry, had flown from New Hampshire to North Carolina. She started having shortness of breath, palpatations, and muscle spasms. Her symptoms have gotten progressively worse ever since. Sometimes she can't even open her eyes, her muscle control is so bad. For four years, no one has been able to diagnose her. No one has any idea where this combination of symptoms is coming from. At first they thought it was MS. Then they did every CAT scan known to man and found that although she did have a giant hole in the neural net that sheaths the brain, and generally deteriorating nerve sheaths, the other syptoms of MS were absent . . . She's been on Botox injections now for about a year to keep her muscles working, and to keep her from permanently losing her voice and permanently closing her eyes. This is sort of working, but the Botox isn't great for her either. My mother has consumed an average of 10 Diet Cokes per day out of aluminum cans since the early 80s. In the past decade she has also taken to putting Equal sweetener in her tea. She carries packets of it around in her purse at all times. She is always either drinking a Diet Coke or a cup of tea with Equal. Right off the bat I had thought that either the aluminum or the Nutra Sweet were to blame for her problems, though i hadn't really given that first impression any credence until today . . . I mean who am I to diagnose a disease? Icky allegations follow . . . ( Read more... ) current mood: leftist current music: Dave winning another game of Might & Magic.

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mlb [ flashfire ]

21:23p 17 in a row Tonight, the A's beat the Minnesota Twins 6-3 after scoring 3 in the bottom of the 8th inning. That marks 17 consecutive wins for them, which ties the franchise record set by the team in 1931 when they were playing in Philadelphia. It's also the second-longest winning streak in the history of the American League, two behind the 1906 White Sox. The Major League record is 26 by the New York Giants, set in 1916. The 1935 Chicago Cubs won 21 in a row. From ESPN.com: The A's became the first team since the 1953 Yankees to win as many as 17 games in a row. Longest winning streaks since 1900: 1. 1916 Giants, 26* 2. 1935 Cubs, 21 3. 1906 White Sox, 19* 1947 Yankees, 19 5. 1904 Giants, 18 1953 Yankees, 18 7. 1907 Giants, 17 1916 Giants, 17 1912 Senators, 17 1931 Athletics, 17 2002 A's, 17 * had a tie game during streak

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lemuremmie

20:56p soup and salad. this is a momentous day. i thought i'd be all back to normal yesterday but i'm really still not. i slept for 14 hours and then i ate some pancakes, which was an amazing feat as it was the most food i've eaten in days and also because i ate it in a restaurant, where failure would have been embarasing. i am regaining confidence. i still have nasty buuisey scars on the backs of my hands from where the nurse tried to get the iv in, so i look kind of stigmata-ish, but i guess it's better than if she hadn't goitten the iv in at all and i were still lying in bed trying to keep sips of gatorade down. regardless. this evening, undaunted, i put on clothes, and am going with neil to the pub, where he will have dinner and a beer and i will have soup and small salad and water. this means two meals in one day. two meals. this is big. really big. tomorrow i go to the city, again probably overextending myself, but i want to look for guestbook stuff with jessie, so i go. should be fun. i *heart* jessie. also: we watched casino this afternoon. i forgot how good that movie is. soup and salad!!!

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weave

23:58p google <"squid feces"> and this is what comes up current mood: clean current music: Coil - Are You Shivering-

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