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Going home.

That's a very happy kitten, by the way. So, I'm off to the wedding. Won't be able to read emails (damn Gates' fear of the Palm platform) or IM for a few days. I imagine I'll live.

Tell me something to make me smile.

This time, next week, I'll be back from home. It's always strange coming back. It's nice to be back, but I'm homesick so much. I miss my loving family (Oh, the things they've had to put up with), the trees, the air, the zoo of animals. Nature. Home. It's probably my imagination, but even the nights seem less horror filled.

At least, this time, I'll...
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This time next week, my sister will be married. This leaves me as the only single in my motley crew of siblings. So ladies... who wants some. LOL.

Oh, and to make certain that the ladies know I'm a ladies man, I've added 69 to my handle. Mmmm yeaaaah, thath kowl. It's hard to control yourself, isn't it.

Oh, and if you still see chocolate...
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Updating for updating's sake, but here's a joke.

A web programmer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over,picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a...
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I guess I should write something for my birthday. Birthdays aren't a big thing for my family, unless you're a child.

Last night, I was looking at a story I wrote a long time ago. I wrote in 1988. It sucks. There was some prose recited in the story. It sucks. At the time, I probably thought of it as a poem, but this bitch...
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SIDE EFFECTS OF ALCOHOL

1. Symptom: Cold and humid feet.
Cause: Glass is being held at incorrect angle.
Cure: Maneuver glass until open end is facing upward.

2. Symptom: Warm and humid feet.
Cause: You pissed your pants.
Cure: Dry yourself at nearest restroom.

3. Symptom: The wall facing you is full of lights.
Cause: You're lying on the floor.
Cure: Position your body at...
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Sister: Did you get my message?
Me: What message?
Sister: The one about you joining a cult.
Me: I'm joining a cult?
Sister: No, in the message, I asked if you had joined a cult or something, because I hadn't heard from you in so long. Then, I called and asked why you hadn't returned my call.
Me: Did you call my cell, and leave...
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The worst thing about breaking my old Palm Pilot was losing a poem, that I had written the prior night. It's meter was really great. It was a beautiful iambic tetrameter. It flowed so easily, it wrote itself. I hate that I lost it.

It was about cats, who've never seen a mouse. What do they chase, when they twitch through the twilight? What do...
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My hair is changing color, slowly; from nice red to brown. Should I cut it off, to see if the ends will be more red? Should I start dyeing the brown parts? Or should I cut it short and dye the hair some other color(black, deep red, ect.)? What say you?

I've finally knocked down some of the cardboard walls, that I've been living in, the last few weeks. Also, I've found the time to peruse my graveyard of computers, in order to frankenstein a working system together. Yay for working system and yay for cable modem.
Slowly but surely.

Palm Pilots have to be jury rigged to get hotmail(damn microsoft), so if you've sent me an email in the last two weeks, I haven't got it, yet. I'll have a better internet connection soon, so I can be more SG social.

Back to unpacking. *sigh* Where there's a whip, there's a way... and usually a good time. Love you all.

I've been absent the last few days, because I broke my Palm Pilot(my only internet access).

"How did you do that?", you might ask. I was carrying a wooden box of exercise weights, down a flight of concrete stairs, and lost my balance. Now normally, I'd be able to catch my balance, but due to holding on to the box, I couldn't. "Why didn't you...
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