i love fridays
worked in finishing today, staining tounge and groove panels. no, really, please contain your excitement.
going to bleach my roots and dye my hair. same color, blood red. tonite will be a stay at home relax night. i have to pay bills and such, i have wine so i am good. maybe i should order some pizza....
it's day 2 without him,...
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worked in finishing today, staining tounge and groove panels. no, really, please contain your excitement.
going to bleach my roots and dye my hair. same color, blood red. tonite will be a stay at home relax night. i have to pay bills and such, i have wine so i am good. maybe i should order some pizza....
it's day 2 without him,...
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*drum roll please*....radia has returned.
today my heart moved to arizona...
the boy drove off into the sunset.
i didn't shed a tear (i am so proud). not because i wasn't sad or i won't miss him terribly but because, as i told him...i am happy for him, he is doing something he really wants to do, something that makes him happy and that makes...
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today my heart moved to arizona...
the boy drove off into the sunset.
i didn't shed a tear (i am so proud). not because i wasn't sad or i won't miss him terribly but because, as i told him...i am happy for him, he is doing something he really wants to do, something that makes him happy and that makes...
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binkymcqueen:
Accidents of Birth
William Meredith
The approach of a mans life out of the past is history, and the approach of time out of the future is mystery. Their meeting is the present, and it is consciousness, the only time life is alive. The endless wonder of this meeting is what causes the mind, in its inward liberty of a frozen morning, to turn back and question and remember. The world is full of places. Why is it that I am here?
The Long Legged House, Wendell Berry
Spared by a car-or airplane-crash or
cured of malignancy, people look
around with new eyes at a newly
praiseworthy world, blinking eyes like these.
For I have been brought back again from the
fine silt, the mud where our atoms lie
down for long naps. And Ive also been
pardoned miraculously for years
by the lava of chance which runs down
the worlds gullies, silting us back.
Here I am, brought back, set up, not yet
happened anyway.
But its not this random
life only, throwing its sensual
astonishments upside down on
bloody membranes behind my eyeballs,
not just me being here again, old
needer, looking for someone to need,
but you, up from the clay yourself,
as luck would have it, and inching
over the same little segment of earth-
ball, in the same little eon, to
meet in a room, alive in our skins,
and the whole galaxy gapping there
and the centuries whining like gnats
you, to teach me to see it, to see
it with you, and to offer somebody
uncomprehending, impudent thanks.
we are thinking of you---thought this might at least raise a dry-lipped smile across the oceans of your face...
William Meredith
The approach of a mans life out of the past is history, and the approach of time out of the future is mystery. Their meeting is the present, and it is consciousness, the only time life is alive. The endless wonder of this meeting is what causes the mind, in its inward liberty of a frozen morning, to turn back and question and remember. The world is full of places. Why is it that I am here?
The Long Legged House, Wendell Berry
Spared by a car-or airplane-crash or
cured of malignancy, people look
around with new eyes at a newly
praiseworthy world, blinking eyes like these.
For I have been brought back again from the
fine silt, the mud where our atoms lie
down for long naps. And Ive also been
pardoned miraculously for years
by the lava of chance which runs down
the worlds gullies, silting us back.
Here I am, brought back, set up, not yet
happened anyway.
But its not this random
life only, throwing its sensual
astonishments upside down on
bloody membranes behind my eyeballs,
not just me being here again, old
needer, looking for someone to need,
but you, up from the clay yourself,
as luck would have it, and inching
over the same little segment of earth-
ball, in the same little eon, to
meet in a room, alive in our skins,
and the whole galaxy gapping there
and the centuries whining like gnats
you, to teach me to see it, to see
it with you, and to offer somebody
uncomprehending, impudent thanks.
we are thinking of you---thought this might at least raise a dry-lipped smile across the oceans of your face...
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judas:
call me if you need an ice cream sundae.
prendick:
I love it! Who did it?! If this came out of that...then that isn't so bad. You're strong, you're beautiful and you're smart. Like my journal says...DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN. 
ps....Long live Willie!
[Edited on May 20, 2004 10:56AM]
ps....Long live Willie!
[Edited on May 20, 2004 10:56AM]
hello? no, i'm sorry, radia is not here today, can i take a message?
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prs2000:
it looks like somebody's got a case of the mondays!
(i couldn't help but say it!)
can radia come out and play?
(i couldn't help but say it!)
can radia come out and play?
binkymcqueen:
....I never got your RSVP.....GOD
[Edited on May 18, 2004 8:36AM]
....I never got your RSVP.....GOD
[Edited on May 18, 2004 8:36AM]
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ajspellbound:
What, after all, DOES the world need now?
1. Another folk singer?
2. A new religion?
3. An "enhanced" speed limit?
4. A week on the beach?
5. Fewer calories, but great taste?
Huh?
xxx ooo
dd yay
1. Another folk singer?
2. A new religion?
3. An "enhanced" speed limit?
4. A week on the beach?
5. Fewer calories, but great taste?
Huh?
xxx ooo
dd yay
ajspellbound:
Oh, and, BTW, I am older than you are...
truckstop breakfast @ 4:30 am on south I-35. 3-D technicolor scrambled eggs and a trucker named Rocky. he's 58 and widowed, 2 grown daughters and 5 grandchildren. he has 2 cats that he takes over the road with him. he's happy to have a breakfast partner in me.
he barely touches his "all american", too busy talking my ear off. i don't mind really, i...
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he barely touches his "all american", too busy talking my ear off. i don't mind really, i...
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trixel:
Encounters with strangers are the purest kind.
I wonder what happens before and after this bubble of experience. This is why I love short stories so much. They seem to go on living after we've finished the last word. Reminds me of how I thought my toys did stuff when I left the room.
I wonder what happens before and after this bubble of experience. This is why I love short stories so much. They seem to go on living after we've finished the last word. Reminds me of how I thought my toys did stuff when I left the room.
trixel:
Oh, I love your new picture!
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nordicgoddess:
I am having vodka, lemons and lilacs! I hope I see you soon, sweetie! MISS U
ajspellbound:
I got a rock...
friday. YEEE HAW!!!
shhhh, he's sleeping.
shhhh, he's sleeping.
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binkymcqueen:
I just did a mock Fonzie move just for you.....ayyyyyeeeee
happy friday and put on some Sahara Hotnights and give your inner rawker a little hug from us....
happy friday and put on some Sahara Hotnights and give your inner rawker a little hug from us....
darkjuan:
tall girl sex is even better!!!! 
listen to the silence.... 
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eyepatchless:
Silence kills the revolution!!!!!!!!!!
jerry031:
Kurtz said it best.....
excuse me, could you please just stop time?
i don't want him to leave. no, that's not it...i don't want to lose him, i just found him.
i don't want him to leave. no, that's not it...i don't want to lose him, i just found him.
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halsonic:
How is it that time always slows down for really traumatic events but goes really fast for good times?
What the hell?
What the hell?
caddi56:
he will be back
he will be back
If I can find some re-runs of Briscoe County Jr...it would be peaches.