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Aug. 12th, 2004
Last night I had the strangest dream....
Aug. 12th, 2004 12:30 pmA number of celebrities were running for various public offices. Somehow, Jim and I had ended up with Clint Eastwood, who at least had some legislative experience and was running for governor. Or county supervisor - I dunno.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
Last night I had the strangest dream....
Aug. 12th, 2004 12:30 pmA number of celebrities were running for various public offices. Somehow, Jim and I had ended up with Clint Eastwood, who at least had some legislative experience and was running for governor. Or county supervisor - I dunno.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
Last night I had the strangest dream....
Aug. 12th, 2004 12:30 pmA number of celebrities were running for various public offices. Somehow, Jim and I had ended up with Clint Eastwood, who at least had some legislative experience and was running for governor. Or county supervisor - I dunno.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
So was Boy George. And Jane Curtain - and other folks.
As I woke up, somewhere, Cliff was in the hospital again.
And I had been riding around in a convertible with Clint Eastwood discussing foreign policy and education.
I haven't heard anything from anyone in almost 48 hours - if I don't hear from anyone by Friday night, I will call everyone again with contact information. I'm going to be scarce and hard to reach until Monday - but I may be overreacting. Oh, hell. So what.
I've discovered BoingBoing and it is ebil.
The last two sessions in MAPP have been about grief and punishment/discipline.
Someone called me "precious" last night - talk about turning me to mush inside.
I'm collecting a number of recipes using cataloupe - and the best seems to be the peach-cantaloupe jam. I'll let you know how it works out.
And waking suddenly about 5:00 AM and going back to sleep until the alarm rings at 6:30 is making me very tired.
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bigbigtruck, did this appear in the austincommunity group?the_boyfriend, being_homeless - after today, there is only one thing left to do.Play silly records.
The Frantics - "Ti Kwan Leep - Boot To The Head"
Rose & The Arrangement - "The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati"
I thought about that old Nielsen Schmielsen tune, but I'll save that for another day.
They can all get stuffed.
the_boyfriend, being_homeless - after today, there is only one thing left to do.Play silly records.
The Frantics - "Ti Kwan Leep - Boot To The Head"
Rose & The Arrangement - "The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati"
I thought about that old Nielsen Schmielsen tune, but I'll save that for another day.
They can all get stuffed.
the_boyfriend, being_homeless - after today, there is only one thing left to do.Play silly records.
The Frantics - "Ti Kwan Leep - Boot To The Head"
Rose & The Arrangement - "The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati"
I thought about that old Nielsen Schmielsen tune, but I'll save that for another day.
They can all get stuffed.