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Today I'm going to, um, process databases. There will be no playing around, no indian buffet and no apple store. So...eh...enjoy it for me? Eh?

Thank you.

It is entirely your fault that I just ordered "Killjoy." Are you proud of yourself?

And, didn't you just take yourself on a date. My, how quickly we forget. If your ego got in the way any more oft- Yeah... I don't have a leg to stand on there, not even in jest.

I did the boring and obvious thing and started at Generation X. I have such a freaking pile of books to get through right now, I can't afford to settle on one author for too long. Haven't decided what my next coupland book will be, and if I'll read it before or after Chabon.

Fancy cheese starts out bad and should be avoided at all costs. It smells like french people.

They should have just given you a tongue depressor and a lollipop. The fools!

There is an email and an attachment on its way too you. Please treat it harshly and send it scurrying back with its tail between its legs.

Thank you.

a squillion dollars ???

it's yours!!!

Dude. Get some pics of that up here now.

Wicked. Awesome.

But were you playing Al Green for yourself for the post-dinner recreational activities?

everywhere she's not.
trust me.

Hey, I just wanted to thank you for the New Zealand music cds. I'm liking them a lot.
Juice boxes are the greatest Valentine's present ever. And sipping one in the sunshine with some ex-truckers sounds like a blast.
Sorry to hear about your sister, that's really scary.

Oh.. I should apologize for my bulimic approach to my friends list, first off. I have.. issues.. with that. hahaha.

What is it with your house and centipedes? I'll get it, but only if you send me more mix CDs. Which, by the way, I received on Monday. Further report when I get a chance to listen to them.

House centipedes are my sworn enemies. The city where I attended grad school was famous for its older buildings (such as the one I lived in for a year) being overrun by the hellish things, and in that time I honed my skills for spotting and killing them. I came to perfect a choreography of slaughter for dealing with multiple adversaries simultaneously in low light.

My skills are for hire, if the price is right.

Oh, and Zack hasn't returned my e-mail yet. He mentioned last year that he sometimes avoids checking it for weeks at a time. I should call him, but I can't think of a time when the shop would be open and he wasn't tattooing anyone. *shrug* I guess I'll take a shot-in-the-dark today or tomorrow.

Exactly. When they ask, obliviously, "Do you have a photocopier?" I like to step up close to them and lean in so I can whisper conspiratorially, "That would be illegal." Then I nod knowingly, like I pity them for having broken parole so close to the end of their sentence.

I've never heard of that place, though I have a book written by one of the owners. How did I not know you were a beer fanatic?

I thought it apt.

I think this is a story that needs telling.

That's a serious amount of potential suck that you seem to of avoided. Congratulations on that.

How was your date?

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