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Errrrr! Ultimate weaselness! Not only do you taunt me with weekend of freedom (I haven't had a weekend off since . . . . Augus of 03), but you tempt me with your sweet smorsey goodness! OH well, I guess I can cope, but the idea of smores happening where I can't get at them is quite painful.
Sound like a kicken' time, though.

That is what I'm most afraid of. My sis is pretty rebelious now and she's only 7. When she's seventeen . . *shudder*. I just hope my dad keeps his heart medication filled up. Nothing against being your own person and all, but I'm just finally now finishing my fights with my parents. I'm not sure if I can handle the ones I know she'll start.

Spam is the bestest. I've been to the museum and it is awesome. I actually used to live just down the freeway from there in Albert Lea. I even have a poster from when they made a spam pulltab game at a lottery company I used to work for.

~Second attempt at being able *type* and *submit* journal post correctly~

You should've made your way down to the CC last Saturday then! Wonderful south Minneapolis on a crisp fall day is tough to beat. Okay, yes, I'm one of the unofficial pimps of SGTC (to get you out, not turn you out, silly).

I hope Nashville was all the corporate world brainwashers had it cracked up to be!!! Ahh... the joys of corporate.

I think I do interest him just as well. I was over at his place today, and looking at his high school yearbook, and he's a *perfect* combination of me at that age and him now. He's like a tall, skinny reflection of myself, which is good and bad.

Tiny Elvis...I dunno...I was surfin the site and tired, and you must have made a comment somewhere that I thought was interesting or sexy or cute or funny. I think my profile has lots to say about me (more than yours does about you). ANd, of course, I think I'm friend-worthy and fun. So...it's your call, man.

I went to O'Gara's tonight and COsmic's. Both were fun. I saw a cute girl that's a friend-of-a-friend. If only I could be 19 again like her...

Kinda wish there was some sort orf award for sleeping through the party . . . I'd have to fight you for it

So is it better to be there to defend to yourself but have to relive those same heartbreaks? Some times the best way to defend yourself from that stuff is just to not even be involved. 'Course the best thing about the past is that its already done, so no worries.

Sounds like a fun 'sorta' date. Sometimes, though, those are the best kind. No pressure, just enjoying each others company. Not a bad way to spend a day

Ladybugs? Better yet... Back to School! It's a shame though, every time he was on tv the past few years he just didn't even know what he was saying. It was his time.

Come out this weekend to meet the SGTC group... we hardly bite.

Wish I could come this weekend, but I think work is going to keep me from it. Maybe next time.

This day was exhausing! Wearing tall knee-high boots all day, having to take an organic chem exam, working, driving, yikes! I wish I had access to a giver of full body rubs tonite!

But, since I don't, I guess I'll just read a book and do homework.

That's not a cool deal. I know my parents gave me the evil eye when I ditched my Air Force scholorship and traded my meteorology for a history degree and then used it to get a job at a hotel so that I could work on my friend's movie and website. Although after the suicide they eased up on the criticism a little bit.
But you're definately right in that there is no need to get hyper about it. I mean, to me, if you're enjoying yourself and able to at least provide for yourself what more is there really to get worked up about? If you're not doing what you had orginally planned, all that means is that you changed your plans. There is no failure involved. Life is for living, not worrying about keeping score (money) or about following some script that was written years ago (career, degrees). The only thing that should make you worried is if you can't get up inthe morning and honestly say, "Hey, I think this is gonna be fun."
So, you know what? Tomorow, I think, is gonna be fun!

You know those headaches you get when all you need is a good neck crackin' and you just can't get one? That's m problem right now. COnsequently, I'm in my jammies and pouting and listening to the debate and doing homework. Sympathy accepted.

8 hours a day at a hotel for five days a week gives me more quotes than I could EVER hope to use. Although I'll admit to belonging to four different book clubs.

On a side note, I'm going to have to side with robot_love on the masturbating in the street issue. I've put in my time in hard fought arguements, but if my opponents ever started doing that, I think I'd be willing to move on.

only got a month here to spread some _love_ and say 'Hello.' to SG. Beyond that, you never know where things can lead.

Wow, you must be going to different places. Everytime I'm out and about I don't hear a peep about politics. If anything, people usually shoo you away if you look start something like that. But then, I work night shift so I'm only out at night when all you can find is fellow night-shifters and we usually lose track of the rest of the world after about six or so months on the job. It starts to feel like a different planet.

Stranger and stranger. How come everybody seems to be peanut butter M&M fans, but nodody wants to sell them anymore? We may have to form a protest group to fix that.

hey, yea, i work at the selby one across from the muddy pig...these days i'm there almost full time, so you've probably seen me.. (blond, blue eyes, male..short hair, it used to be in dreds awhile back) .

hey, thanks for the comment - but i went to approve you as a friend and your name disappeared (?) so now i get to request your friendship ..oh, and i am the master of procrastination, so i can't help you there..course it's midnight now anyways

Haven't done much hanging out lately, been working way too much. And my knowledge of St. Paul is limited from out here in the western 'burbs.