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Thursday, July 14th, 2005
11:37 pm	I am a whore that is bound for hell HELL LEVEL 1 Raw score: 52% You're a fallen angel. There's some innocence there, but the sexual dark side has called you and, possibly, is already using you. But, still, you're naughty, not evil; dirty, not filthy. You're certainly hellbound, and you'll most likely seek out other imps like yourself to work your wicked will. There might be a moral core there, but it's been overtaken by lust. Things weren't always this way, were they? When you finally accepted your urges, did you find the nectar too sweet to go without? No? Isn't nectar on the salty side anyway? You know how it tastes. For now, you might just be nibbling on forbidden fruit, but you'll soon be eating it whole. AVOID: the heavenbound. Your path is downward, and you'll need a guide. My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 33% on hellish Link: The Sexual HELL Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid (Comment on this)
11:33 pm	I am an annoying biyatch baby Hand-Raiser You are 71% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 14% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant. You are the Hand-Raiser, that annoying kid in class who always had an answer for everything. No doubt, as a child you probably sat in the front of the class, anxiously waving your hand back and forth in the air while your teacher desperately tried to avoid calling on you because you were the ONLY fucking kid that answered her questions. Clearly, the key traits of your personality are your rationality and your extroversion. You are like a little talkative calculator, in other words. You also tend to be rather gentle and less arrogant than most people. So what is your defect, then? Well, you're boring, and when you're not boring, you are just plain annoying with your ultra-logical responses and constant need to talk to others. So keep waving that hand in the air, son. I'm still not calling on you. You are too logical, you talk too much, and your humility and gentleness only makes me hate you more, because they make me feel like I almost SHOULDN'T hate you. But I do. Big time. To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Brute. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Braggart, the Haughty Intellectual, and the Robot. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 55% on Rationality You scored higher than 85% on Extroversion You scored higher than 6% on Brutality You scored higher than 17% on Arrogance Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid (Comment on this)
11:26 pm	The hunt Job hunting.....god this has been an arduous journey. And I have learned a lot about where I am in life. As I review each job possibility it is like trying on a new life. I picture myself in the life that I would lead with each particular job. To be honest, each one is a bit different. This is about to get very stressful.....picking the next job is huge and will have a major impact. Where? What? for How Much $$? It all factors in. A friend and I spent the afternoon together today, she had a premonition as to which job I should take. In some ways I agree. She also said that next week will be the week when it all hits the fan. I guess I need to get ready. This has been the source of my insomnia of late. The source of a burning stress in my subconscious that ties me up in knots sometimes in the real world. It is very hard to avoid. Sometimes it makes me a bit dizzy too. There is so much riding on this in some ways......in some ways the rest of my life, and not just my life will be affected. This is stress, it is acrid and tense Current Mood: stressed (Comment on this)
Monday, May 30th, 2005
9:43 pm	What is in a name http://theweekly.co.uk/4801/your_name_here/index.cgi Literal meaning "Acetylcolinase." History Created by royal decree in a rush, the name Dragonista was originally used repeatedly to refer to a breed of goose, before evil spread across the land like some big evil butter. Famous Dragonistas 1. Dragonista G Proms ("The Suspicious"), aroused by a popular music band made entirely of soap; ghost-writer of Anita Ekberg's revolutionary, hologram autobiography, SEE YOU IN HELL; 2. Dragonista Grating ("The Terrible"), who owes everything to Evap-o-Floor; 3. Doctor Dragonista Chinly-Frote ("The Reasonably Broadly Educated"), champion of the right to use the world's sturdiest box; 4. Dragonista Tidecatcher, director of the new Bond movie, KILL ME FOR DINNER; ghost-writer of Reg Parfitt's publicly burned autobiography, MEGASTAR!; 5. Dragonista Happenstance, co-writer of INDIANA JONES AND THE FAIRLY BIG THING; first holder of the office of King's Bath Taster; 6. Dragonista ap Tightbadger, who's never forgotten a slightly famous TV chef whom they saw looking at cardigans in Woolworth's one time; 7. Dragonista du l'Endeavour-Jesus, populariser of the nightmare cupboard; 8. Dragonista P Nightdodge, early user of Elvis impersonator impersonators; 9. Dragonista de Sponetote ("The Mighty"), fascinated to death by a musical quiz show based on the Nanjing Massacre; 10. Dragonista ap Thews, indifferent to the self-aware cartoon strip; ghost-writer of Richard Stilgoe's posturingly lurid autobiography, I WAS KILLED IN THE WAR. Typical Dragonista motto "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." (Comment on this)
Monday, May 16th, 2005
8:19 am	one enormous update Sunday After staying in what most simply stated was the ghetto of Nice last night, I am pleased to say that I am now in the tres chic neighborhood and nearly ready to embrace a slightly wine induced coma of grand proportions. This area is glorious in charm, with little shops and 2 blocks from the beach. The water of Cote d'azur is truly blue but from what Ralph has told me cold enough to take your breath away. Unlike the UK where I tend to just gel/mesh/fit so well, France turns easily a judgmental eye upon me immediately in passing, yet away from the typical myths of the French disliking Americans, I find all to be extremely friendly and accommodating. As in this quick mention - last night I was wired and needing sleep, walked down the street in horrid ghetto to quick grocery store. Bought a bottle of wine and asked the owner if he could open it for me. He ran across the street and carried with him the owner of the bar/restaurant. That owner carried with him the corkscrew and opened my wine then re-corked so that I was able to carry to my hotel. While waiting the wife of the store owner offered me a confection. She was quite kind. Do not travel with pre-conceived ideas has always been my motto, take the events as they occur. Also note, that wherever you buy a bottle of wine (at least at these small markets) if you ask they will open it for you and re-cork so that you may carry back to your hotel or apartment. This is especially appreciated in the day where you may no longer carry a corkscrew let alone a lighter on an airplane. This was a pleasant day of sea breezes and fresh air, with many places to walk and just watch people. I can honestly say that it is not the kind of place that I would like to live. I see the 'locals' and their faces of near disgust of what the area has become with widespread immigration due to the EU. But on the other hand, this has assisted us greatly as English is spoken well enough to help us along our daily survival. My Franglish is appreciated for what it is worth, an attempt out of respect to communicate. Tomorrow we will start 'work' again. But for today there was plenty of rest. I am thankful for this and that spacey feeling has left me. I feel settled and will sleep well tonight. I have not been able to connect to the internet which is problematic. I need to contact Kelly, the woman that I am presenting with, this along with the fact that I am having difficulty using my cell phone here could add to a bit of disaster toward the presentation, but I am not going to stress at this. Instead I split a bottle of wine with Ralph who was the first to arrive (and who has now passed out) along with some nice Camembert and fresh baguette from the corner Boulangerie. We sat and watched a movie on my laptop and finished the night with fine pastries from the same Boulangerie. I love true French pastry - it is not too sweet and goes well with wine, of which I plan to drink much of while here. I love the simple 'table wines' they are light but flavorful. They hit just right and do not linger. Yes, they are cheap, but they taste just right. One odd note about Nice, everyone who has a dog, just brings them out the door and lets them free themselves immediately out the door of the apartments - this said, imagine, there is dog 'stuff' all over the sidewalks. Hrmpf. I think today is Sunday - wow, I can not even remember. Eric and Doug arrive tomorrow. We will have a bit of free time and then the whirlwind of the conference begins. I need to review my presentation tomorrow and prep. The story of the Bidet When in France….. After arriving at the Apartment, I took a quick look around and Ralph and I were off. We stopped at a café where I downed probably about 4 shots of espresso, but who is counting at this point - my caffeine to blood ratio was sorely out of whack and in need of repair and that is all that anyone needs to know at this rate. I did a bit of shopping, picked up some fruit and wine and cheese and bread etc. Stopping back at the apartment, I realized that we only had a bidet. Egads, the stories are true? I did not look closely at it to be honest, I decided to hold off from the experience and to figure out how to use it later on. I have never come across a bidet I must admit and so therefore really could only guess on how to appropriately use it. I went for a walk at the beach and sat watching people tan for a bit. Then on the way home stopped across the street at one of the three shops to ask for toilet paper. Papier du toilette - my French studies are not fabulously rich but they do gain me the necessities in life, that is if the guy in the shop actually spoke French, unfortunately he only spoke Arabic. I asked again, then tried English, then again in French - a woman walking by yelled in Arabic a few words and the guy pointed down. I found my bounty paid the ungodly sum of three euro and returned to the flat. Now to master the bidet. I walk in and am quite upset to realize that there is not an open drain to the thing. I stood staring at it for a bit….hmmm, I figured out that there were both hot and cold water adjustments, complex. Next to the bidet, towels - hmm and ewww. Of course a million questions start going through my head regarding the actual mechanics of disposing of reality via the bidet since the drain is not fully open and has an actual stopper in it. I will not go into full detail here, but imagine if you will, that there were many concepts spinning in my head regarding the full concept of this situation and you really do not want to know any of them - I was in full problem solving mode as I clutched my newly purchased toilet paper. I was on the verge of just diving in when I grew curious of the door to the right, hmm, is it a closet? I opened the door and I swear I must have jumped off the ground with joy and relief - a toilet, a real toilet. I was more than grateful, I was truly happy. Another note of travel - always explore ALL of your surroundings - you never know what lies behind the next door. Monday Morning. Glorious day, feeling myself again. Had trouble getting to sleep last night, having had almost to much sleep. But now I feel just right and ready to attack the day. I feel a bit sorry for the other guys, I know the lag they will feel. I threw on some pants and bolted out the door. First order was to see if the café down at the corner was actually going to be open….it looked a bit as if it might be under construction or something from the outside, so I was not sure. I was very happy to see that it was open and although the man running it is kind of prissy and had a bit of a crabby attitude - I got my two shots with some steamed milk and to be honest, I could care less what his demeanor is. After basically slugging down my glorious molten thick cup of life, I brought my empty back into the sour man who gave me a slight look of surprise as I said merci and au revoir. Yes, I have manners. I then jetted across the street to grab breakfast….hmmm today's choice is….quiche. Today there were a myriad of individual sized quiches for 1.7 euro. Unfortunately the woman who was there yesterday and whom spoke English very well was not there, instead there was an Italian woman. I am finding that my Italian is much better than my French. Every time I am ready to parse a sentence out in French I find that it comes out in my head in Italian first. So on this particular occasion I used the Italian/French mixture. The woman understood perfectly what I was saying and answered in kind. The man behind me was amused. I ended up with two quiches - tomat et tuna and champignon and jambon. Quite nice, I have split them and left the other halves on a plate for Ralph when he finds the legs to get out of bed. I am sure he is feeling his lag today. Me I feel a bit ravenous actually. I have only had a bit of cheese and jambon and baguette since I have arrived, and last night we hit a café for some soup. Other than that very little to eat. Now that I feel all human again etc. it is time to eat. I sliced a soft, juicy and amazing pear to go with my breakfast plate. It is all very nice. I am caffeinated and full now. I am missing having an internet connection at home desperately now…..to the point where I feel detox. I feel as if I have no clue what is going on in the world. What is worse, it appears that my cell phone is not working here either. I am truly in hell. I am hoping Ralph will be up soon, I almost feel like pouncing on him to wake up, wake up, wake up!!! But I will let him sleep. Eric should be here in about 3 hours and finally we will have someone here who can make sense out of many things. So far, we are winging it. I am doing quite well, if I were only here for myself, I would be quite pleased, but this is a business trip and so far I am not able to do anything of value due to the lack of connectivity and cell phone. I am kind of freaking out b/c I have to do the presentation tomorrow and there has been no way yet to reach Kelly. [Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<insert [...] merde/shit>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Sunday After staying in what most simply stated was the ghetto of Nice last night, I am pleased to say that I am now in the tres chic neighborhood and nearly ready to embrace a slightly wine induced coma of grand proportions. This area is glorious in charm, with little shops and 2 blocks from the beach. The water of Cote d'azur is truly blue but from what Ralph has told me cold enough to take your breath away. Unlike the UK where I tend to just gel/mesh/fit so well, France turns easily a judgmental eye upon me immediately in passing, yet away from the typical myths of the French disliking Americans, I find all to be extremely friendly and accommodating. As in this quick mention - last night I was wired and needing sleep, walked down the street in horrid ghetto to quick grocery store. Bought a bottle of wine and asked the owner if he could open it for me. He ran across the street and carried with him the owner of the bar/restaurant. That owner carried with him the corkscrew and opened my wine then re-corked so that I was able to carry to my hotel. While waiting the wife of the store owner offered me a confection. She was quite kind. Do not travel with pre-conceived ideas has always been my motto, take the events as they occur. Also note, that wherever you buy a bottle of wine (at least at these small markets) if you ask they will open it for you and re-cork so that you may carry back to your hotel or apartment. This is especially appreciated in the day where you may no longer carry a corkscrew let alone a lighter on an airplane. This was a pleasant day of sea breezes and fresh air, with many places to walk and just watch people. I can honestly say that it is not the kind of place that I would like to live. I see the 'locals' and their faces of near disgust of what the area has become with widespread immigration due to the EU. But on the other hand, this has assisted us greatly as English is spoken well enough to help us along our daily survival. My Franglish is appreciated for what it is worth, an attempt out of respect to communicate. Tomorrow we will start 'work' again. But for today there was plenty of rest. I am thankful for this and that spacey feeling has left me. I feel settled and will sleep well tonight. I have not been able to connect to the internet which is problematic. I need to contact Kelly, the woman that I am presenting with, this along with the fact that I am having difficulty using my cell phone here could add to a bit of disaster toward the presentation, but I am not going to stress at this. Instead I split a bottle of wine with Ralph who was the first to arrive (and who has now passed out) along with some nice Camembert and fresh baguette from the corner Boulangerie. We sat and watched a movie on my laptop and finished the night with fine pastries from the same Boulangerie. I love true French pastry - it is not too sweet and goes well with wine, of which I plan to drink much of while here. I love the simple 'table wines' they are light but flavorful. They hit just right and do not linger. Yes, they are cheap, but they taste just right. One odd note about Nice, everyone who has a dog, just brings them out the door and lets them free themselves immediately out the door of the apartments - this said, imagine, there is dog 'stuff' all over the sidewalks. Hrmpf. I think today is Sunday - wow, I can not even remember. Eric and Doug arrive tomorrow. We will have a bit of free time and then the whirlwind of the conference begins. I need to review my presentation tomorrow and prep. The story of the Bidet When in France….. After arriving at the Apartment, I took a quick look around and Ralph and I were off. We stopped at a café where I downed probably about 4 shots of espresso, but who is counting at this point - my caffeine to blood ratio was sorely out of whack and in need of repair and that is all that anyone needs to know at this rate. I did a bit of shopping, picked up some fruit and wine and cheese and bread etc. Stopping back at the apartment, I realized that we only had a bidet. Egads, the stories are true? I did not look closely at it to be honest, I decided to hold off from the experience and to figure out how to use it later on. I have never come across a bidet I must admit and so therefore really could only guess on how to appropriately use it. I went for a walk at the beach and sat watching people tan for a bit. Then on the way home stopped across the street at one of the three shops to ask for toilet paper. Papier du toilette - my French studies are not fabulously rich but they do gain me the necessities in life, that is if the guy in the shop actually spoke French, unfortunately he only spoke Arabic. I asked again, then tried English, then again in French - a woman walking by yelled in Arabic a few words and the guy pointed down. I found my bounty paid the ungodly sum of three euro and returned to the flat. Now to master the bidet. I walk in and am quite upset to realize that there is not an open drain to the thing. I stood staring at it for a bit….hmmm, I figured out that there were both hot and cold water adjustments, complex. Next to the bidet, towels - hmm and ewww. Of course a million questions start going through my head regarding the actual mechanics of disposing of reality via the bidet since the drain is not fully open and has an actual stopper in it. I will not go into full detail here, but imagine if you will, that there were many concepts spinning in my head regarding the full concept of this situation and you really do not want to know any of them - I was in full problem solving mode as I clutched my newly purchased toilet paper. I was on the verge of just diving in when I grew curious of the door to the right, hmm, is it a closet? I opened the door and I swear I must have jumped off the ground with joy and relief - a toilet, a real toilet. I was more than grateful, I was truly happy. Another note of travel - always explore ALL of your surroundings - you never know what lies behind the next door. Monday Morning. Glorious day, feeling myself again. Had trouble getting to sleep last night, having had almost to much sleep. But now I feel just right and ready to attack the day. I feel a bit sorry for the other guys, I know the lag they will feel. I threw on some pants and bolted out the door. First order was to see if the café down at the corner was actually going to be open….it looked a bit as if it might be under construction or something from the outside, so I was not sure. I was very happy to see that it was open and although the man running it is kind of prissy and had a bit of a crabby attitude - I got my two shots with some steamed milk and to be honest, I could care less what his demeanor is. After basically slugging down my glorious molten thick cup of life, I brought my empty back into the sour man who gave me a slight look of surprise as I said merci and au revoir. Yes, I have manners. I then jetted across the street to grab breakfast….hmmm today's choice is….quiche. Today there were a myriad of individual sized quiches for 1.7 euro. Unfortunately the woman who was there yesterday and whom spoke English very well was not there, instead there was an Italian woman. I am finding that my Italian is much better than my French. Every time I am ready to parse a sentence out in French I find that it comes out in my head in Italian first. So on this particular occasion I used the Italian/French mixture. The woman understood perfectly what I was saying and answered in kind. The man behind me was amused. I ended up with two quiches - tomat et tuna and champignon and jambon. Quite nice, I have split them and left the other halves on a plate for Ralph when he finds the legs to get out of bed. I am sure he is feeling his lag today. Me I feel a bit ravenous actually. I have only had a bit of cheese and jambon and baguette since I have arrived, and last night we hit a café for some soup. Other than that very little to eat. Now that I feel all human again etc. it is time to eat. I sliced a soft, juicy and amazing pear to go with my breakfast plate. It is all very nice. I am caffeinated and full now. I am missing having an internet connection at home desperately now…..to the point where I feel detox. I feel as if I have no clue what is going on in the world. What is worse, it appears that my cell phone is not working here either. I am truly in hell. I am hoping Ralph will be up soon, I almost feel like pouncing on him to wake up, wake up, wake up!!! But I will let him sleep. Eric should be here in about 3 hours and finally we will have someone here who can make sense out of many things. So far, we are winging it. I am doing quite well, if I were only here for myself, I would be quite pleased, but this is a business trip and so far I am not able to do anything of value due to the lack of connectivity and cell phone. I am kind of freaking out b/c I have to do the presentation tomorrow and there has been no way yet to reach Kelly. <insert very loud merde/shit here>. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
12:11 am	insomnia really sucks Last night wine helped alot. tonight I am finding that vodka is just making me kind of giddy, raucous and wound up...I swear it is worse than caffeine. I really need to get some damn sleep. I am starting to stress out over the lack of sleep now. Current Mood: really frickin stressed (Comment on this)
Friday, May 6th, 2005
11:33 pm	ok.....the internet is just picking up on my mood tonight - it knows too much about me Tramp Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
11:30 pm	I am what I am.... You're Soroity Slut Barbie! You're easy and you're really cheesy! Have fun with the entire football team. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
Monday, April 25th, 2005
7:28 pm	Wow.....this is really good to know If I had a penis..... HOW BIG IS YOUR PENIS by supanic HOW BIG DO YOU THINK IT IS FIRST NAME 1-16 INCHES 10 Quiz created with MemeGen! Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
12:19 am	I really should go to bed now...but I am kind of amped http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/11/ http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/12/ http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/15/ http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/56/ http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/33/ http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/47/ watch this instead of coffee this morning http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/ Current Mood: I need sssssleeep (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
3:29 pm	yummy sexy hot and juicy trickling sticky wet and licking hot and sticky wet and juicy Current Mood: hot and sexy..juicy yeah Current Music: KING BRAIN PRESENTS N.I.C.- I'M DONE (Comment on this)
Friday, April 15th, 2005
9:09 am	Not sure what kind of omen this is for the day This morning I wake up, start the coffee and just as I step out of the shower I realize that on Good Morning America Billy Idol of all people is singing White Wedding.... I remember the last days before I was finally allowed to leave the homestead to go away to college....at the age of 17 having to beg my parents to allow me to go see this guy in concert.....and the concert being shut down by the local police due to indecency when Billy started writhing against a speaker....pissing all of us off of course for oh so many reasons. It was the first concert that I had gone to (or at least from what I know - it had to be if I had to fight so hard to go). So it is kind of funny to see him on Good Morning America today. This older guy from Generation X......and thinking back to what he was and now is....on GMA - it just kind of generates a whole slew of mixed feelings actually. The music is the same, he looks the same if you squint your eyes and they do not zoom in on him.....dressing the same and wearing all the bells and whistles.....but he is now socially acceptable to play on a morning, mainstream news show.....and I guess this blows me away a bit. Current Mood: thinky (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 14th, 2005
7:29 pm	Play with stuff http://web.okaygo.co.uk/apps/letters/flashcom/ (Comment on this)
1:22 pm	As I have said, the internet knows way too much about me - Ooh Ooh Ahh Ahh Random Comic Generator v2.0 by Delya Nickname Paper or plastic? PaperPlasticneithernonebubble wrap panel 1 panel 2 panel 3 Quiz created with MemeGen! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
1:11 am	Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Ok.....day two....now this is starting to get me just a bit worried. I only had a cup and a half of coffee this morning....so it is not the caffeine. Why can't I sleep. It makes no sense and I have to get up early. I am just a bit miffed b/c I was kind of ready to sleep around 11 but was waiting for Yassine to come by......he promised he would tonight and drop off my stuff that he promised he would drop off last sunday and friday ......and of course, I waited up for him, sort of missed that cherry sleep window and now am kind of screwed and still don't have my stuff - so am kind of mad about it. I figured if I vented then maybe I could sleep. Then there was this guy on tribe totally bashing me and that.....well that just pisses me off. I sometimes have a love hate relationship with tribe....recently cleaned out my membership again as the list was getting long and a past stalker re-emerged.....and I seem to be revolving in chunks of people now.....like I got caught in a stream or something - but in that have actually made some quality real world friendships....and that can not be beat. I feel a bit accomplished b/c for once I sort of finished everything that I set out to do today (the list is never doable, but I almost finished it today). Tomorrow is going to be a hell of a run around - meeting with the tax guy, getting laptop fixed and having to loiter around Issaquah for 4 hours in that process, laundry, packing and shipping a certain surprise package, and some legal crap that just has to get done. With no laptop for the majority of the morning and afternoon, the meetings and all.....I will feel very unproductive, since I usually do all of these things and jack wifi along the way so that I can multi-task.....so now what. Ok....going to go lay down now and relive a previous IM I had tonight and see if that gets me to sleep :-). Current Mood: AWAKE.....why me? Current Music: They - Jem (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
2:46 am	See Dick Run run run run run dick run while my body stopped running seems my mind will not I can't sleep I had this great journal entry earlier and my machine blue screened as I went to save it....that miffed me....it was really fabulous and now I just can not resurrect all that cool stuff that spewed out of my head. Is it the act of spewing though that matters or the ability to go back later....days or weeks and see what was falling and plopping from the head back then which was now but disappeared amongst a bunch of bits and bites that no longer exist.....hurling somewhere like antimatter that once mattered and matter no more....or do they insomnia bites........hard. Current Mood: why can't I sleep?!? (Comment on this)
Friday, April 8th, 2005
1:00 am	ladies and gentlemen may I present food poisoning....stink no mistaking it I want to die now (2 Comments |Comment on this)
12:39 am	The pile up Some days are worse than others. Today was one of those that was just a bit more challenging.....well maybe more disappointing than others. Sometimes I just would like to be acknowledged..... Sometimes I would like to get credit for the value I add... But that is me, and as I have learned in the past...guess what...it just is not going to happen. While these things would be nice, I think that my self sufficient nature, independence and efficiency lead others to think that this type of attention is not necessary. I feel a bit petty for wanting this type of attention, but on the other hand, this is the very attention that tells me I am on track, heading in the right direction, contributing, adding value, and yes......the petty part.....appreciated. The pile up. It is the small stuff that piles up and eventually ends up this seemingly insurmountable mountain as compared to a single solid lumpish mountain of a huge problem or issue to overcome. It is the pile up of that one thing after another. It is not like I am sad, bummed, disgruntled, (ok, I got crabby for a bit - but then again that was when I was dealing with our lawyer and I think that is justified)......it was just a pile up today. I went out with Anne for dinner.....did not eat quite right to conteract the 2 drinks that I had and suddenly felt just a bit off.....almost a bit sick. That hey wait is that a slight distortion or head spin? and I was not even drunk or anything...it was just hitting my stomach wrong. Hope I am not getting that stinking flu that is going around. I am totally sober and still feeling kind of icky. Getting sick right now would totally screw me the next few days leave me with a full agenda and little time for rest. I think the workload though would warrant that kind of reaction from my body right about now. Current Mood: just a bit off right now Current Music: silence (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 7th, 2005
1:47 pm	Where I have been create your own personalized map of the USA or check out ourCalifornia travel guide <a href="http But I am going to wait until the trip to Europe in May before I log those countries....it will look much prettier then (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
11:25 pm	I am a beast You're a phoenix. You can take anything from life and emerge none the worse for wear. Others admire you and are always chasing after you; whether or not you pay attention depends on your mood. Spontaneity is both a virtue and a vice in you. Your alignment is neutral, leaning slightly towards *good*. What mythical beast are you? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)