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When I was two, my mom took me downtown in the T-dot by subway. The train wasn't full and it was the seventies, so she let me run up and down the car. I'm told that people watched my charming toddler antics with enjoyment. Until I stopped and they got a good look at the cold sores all over my face. My mother loves to tell how embarrassed she ( Read more... ) -
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Went out to do a brief spring shop this aft. Of course, while I was gleefully spending this month's RRSP contribution, I forgot how I'd earmarked that money for the antique cedar chest that's being delivered tomorrow night. I wonder if they take visa ( Read more... ) -
Back on the bike
I'm thinking of firing this baby up, again. FB does not book enough information about anyone, including me, for me ( Read more... ) -
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Do you ever read your own journal and see how not entertaining you are?
Seriously, I'm not scrolling back through old entries ever again. This way, I can keep the dream alive.
In unrelated news, I want to buy a really light (as in unheavy) laptop. Is there anything out there that weighs significantly less than the 13" ibook? -
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'Just dropping by to post hi. And to let you know how much I want to post stuff.
But I've got seasonal narcolepsy again and will have to . . . zzzzm. -
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Guess who didn't make enough plans for the weekend. Guess who's trying very hard to do work, but keeps obsessively checking lj and email to see if anyone else is around ( Read more... ) -
Betties and Veronicas
Last night I finally watched all of Cruel Intentions without falling asleep. Then I watched the deleted scenes. Why the hell did they cut the "This is war" scene? Without the hitting and the declaration of all out combat, Reese's ex gets recuperated and SMG is an even bigger bi-otch. Seriously, why do the girls who say "fuck" instead of "make ( Read more... ) -
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Just saw the figure skating movie with Napolean Dynamite and Will Ferrell in it. I love bad movies. Love them ( Read more... ) -
Aghhh!
Aghhh! Why does time pass more quickly when one has deadlines? A plan-free Saturday night goes on for eons, but a week before a deadline feels like a nanosecond ( Read more... ) -
Sing, sing a song.
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