An email I received this morning, had a subject line that read: DO YOU LIKE SEX !!
And I thought: BOY DO I !! How did they know?
Monday, June 03, 2002
Thursday, May 30, 2002
Last night I dreamed about...
Last night I had the most peculiar dream. I dreamed that I was a magical baby. Somehow Darth Vader had taken control of Yoda and used his powers to help him find me, the magical baby in the forest. Then, they were to bring me to the Death Star so that they could use my powers for the dark side. As we trekked through the forest, I feared for my life and wished that Yoda would snap out of it and save me.
This dream is open for analysis.
Later.
Last night I had the most peculiar dream. I dreamed that I was a magical baby. Somehow Darth Vader had taken control of Yoda and used his powers to help him find me, the magical baby in the forest. Then, they were to bring me to the Death Star so that they could use my powers for the dark side. As we trekked through the forest, I feared for my life and wished that Yoda would snap out of it and save me.
This dream is open for analysis.
Later.
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
Normal again.
My sister is doing much better these days. But I bet if you met her, you still wouldn't know we were related. Yesterday was her 9 month anniversary of being sober and I'm so proud of her. She's got a place of her own, and recently was on the news about it. Apparently her landlord is a creep.
Ortiz pays $550 ...She says Claiborne never made sexual advances toward her, but her new neighbor says she was warned by a tenant moving out.
Watch out landlord guy. My sister will knock your block off if you get too funny on her.
Now, because I'm feeling lazy, some lists:
Top worst breakfast today: Quesadilla.
Top "I made this salad": Chinese chickenless salad.
Top frozen pizza: The kind with sauce in the crust.
Top "I saved the game" shooter: M.Bibby.
Top CDs: Mosquitoes, Shop Assistants, Black Tambourine.
Top free lunch today: With the LA Times.
Top friends that I don't see as much as I should: Ben, Shaun, Becky, TC.
Top girls names that aren't Becky: Un-Becky and Non-Becky.
Later.
My sister is doing much better these days. But I bet if you met her, you still wouldn't know we were related. Yesterday was her 9 month anniversary of being sober and I'm so proud of her. She's got a place of her own, and recently was on the news about it. Apparently her landlord is a creep.
Ortiz pays $550 ...She says Claiborne never made sexual advances toward her, but her new neighbor says she was warned by a tenant moving out.
Watch out landlord guy. My sister will knock your block off if you get too funny on her.
Now, because I'm feeling lazy, some lists:
Top worst breakfast today: Quesadilla.
Top "I made this salad": Chinese chickenless salad.
Top frozen pizza: The kind with sauce in the crust.
Top "I saved the game" shooter: M.Bibby.
Top CDs: Mosquitoes, Shop Assistants, Black Tambourine.
Top free lunch today: With the LA Times.
Top friends that I don't see as much as I should: Ben, Shaun, Becky, TC.
Top girls names that aren't Becky: Un-Becky and Non-Becky.
Later.
Tuesday, May 21, 2002
Anyone can tell you how their weekend was.
I'm sorry, my last post was so boring. Anyone can tell you how their weekend was. Do you think if I let my eyebrows go until halloween, that they can look as lush and unanimous as Freda's?
Today at lunch I ate mostly by myself in the kitchen. The only thing available for me to read was a current copy of Readers Digest. I laughed out loud at all the little antecdotes. That's what kind of state I'm in: so brain dead that soccer mom humor is hilarious lunch time reading. Oh, and always remember the difference between antecdotes and antedotes. Because when you're dying of a poisonous snake bite, the last thing you want is a funny little quip from the "All In A Day's Work" section in Readers Digest.
Later.
I'm sorry, my last post was so boring. Anyone can tell you how their weekend was. Do you think if I let my eyebrows go until halloween, that they can look as lush and unanimous as Freda's?
Today at lunch I ate mostly by myself in the kitchen. The only thing available for me to read was a current copy of Readers Digest. I laughed out loud at all the little antecdotes. That's what kind of state I'm in: so brain dead that soccer mom humor is hilarious lunch time reading. Oh, and always remember the difference between antecdotes and antedotes. Because when you're dying of a poisonous snake bite, the last thing you want is a funny little quip from the "All In A Day's Work" section in Readers Digest.
Later.
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