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Honesty...what a novel idea.

So what was that guestimate?

Steak in a glass:

Part 1: When they finally developed a health code in Ireland and inspected the Guinness brewery, the bottoms of the vats were 2ft deep with dead rats.

Part 2: In order to keep that magic going without the obvious health concerns, they decided to filter their beer though actual steaks.

Come on all ya good rats, we'll send ya to heaven.
You'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam.
Cause in these vats you made quite a creation,
A potion that turned our Guinness to gold.

We can still be friends though because I have that same blow up bottle on my bar.

Yes. And plants.

Excellent luck with cakewalks and bingo.

Hope you got some sleep...

Very nice poem. Seriously. Nice pics too, your eyes are so incredibly blue... just lovely.
Hmmm so you're going to a military ENT ofr your septum repair? Just make sure that whatever they do , they do not alter the outer structure of your nose. (Sometimes straightening the septum can shorten or lengthen it a bit and change your profile...) (Unless you want that. Then you should be seeing a plastic surgeon though...)
You will have packing in your nose for a while. It sucks b/c you have to breathe through your mouth and your tongue gets really dry. Even the "breathable packing" sucks. What helped for me was sucking on ice chips and at night putting a thin layer of Aquaphor on my tongue.

All in all though, it was SO worth it in the end to be able to breathe better and not have a constant sinus headache! When is your surgery??


--l*P

I've had a few sinus (3 actually) and septum (2) surgeries myself. Even though it's not "plastic surgery" in the sense that it's not for cosmetic reasons, BE SURE to have a plastic surgeon do the surgery! I cannot stress that enough!!!! My first septum/sinus surgery was done by an ENT and she really fucked things up! Had I gone right to a plastic surgeon, I probably could have gotten by with just one surgery instead of three...
Good luck with that! When are you getting it done anyway?

--l*P

The Bourne Supremacy was really good. I saw it yesterday.

I have to go download some Type O Negative now, because I want favors!

Oh, and stay away from this place...

i will not disregard the email. the email was my favorite part.


i do love california, but remember i lived in texas for a long year in high school and there are days, especially in fall, when i resent the proud and unfazed trees here. texas leaves are painted with warm hues like manly apartments. california is gawdy and lipsticked with commerce. texas has a sprawling somber beauty that is completely different. somehow, i always fell into cliche on clear days there, the sky is bigger, deeper than anywhere i've ever seen. give me one fall season in texas, a few sonic ocean waters a week and some mindfuckingly deep conversation every now and again and i could probably handle it. a year there suffocated me like a fish out of the ocean.

i loved your post. makes me want to try composite prose again with something you write. it works better when the piece isnt composed with the project in mind so ill wait and surprise you at some point when you have written something good.

He's right... she's incredible. And so are you I might add...

On a ship of ghosts, he is the manipulator of frozen limbs.

A more eloquent version of MisterJesus?

She's amazing, isn't she?

As I walked on, witness to the brutal carnage which now surrounded me, I remembered those words of wisdom, once bestowed upon me by a caring friend: "pimp outfits aren't cool." It has been 7 hours since I retired my silver wig, goldfish platforms, 'dollar bill' cane, and the studded cape. The lite-brite jump suit was replaced by jeans, and old 't', and some sneakers.

And just in time! Our town was hit by the most brutal prostitute strike since '79. An angry mob of horny married men with pitchforks were out to wreak havoc, blaming pimp brutality for this untimely strike. Anybody caught with so much as glitter under their fingernails was dragged outside and beaten. Feather boas were flying, gold teeth littered the sidewalk, pink pintos, overturned, burned slowly into the night.

When the army came, the mob subsided, fell on their knees and cried. Somebody returned Piggy's glasses.

- crushjunkie -

That last part made me cry..... Wonderful images in my head from what you wrote....

I love that song! It's the Cure - Why can't I be you?

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email me!

Yes, you DO have a nice desk.

How are you tonight?

Dave Matthews? You saw Dave Matthews and lived? Dear lord man. You might as well convert and admit there is a god now cause someone saved your ass.