So yeah, I'm taking off work again because of this miserable cold I have. And because I really despise the job. It's so far away. Three hours of my life are stolen from me each day just to get there. Sure, I read and make use of it, but forced subway and bus reading is not the best. I'm surprised they haven't fired me yet....
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I imagine many things when I am alone. I like to lose myself in thought and let it free fly in any direction it chooses. Stream of consciousness. Well just now, I was imagining this:
I was imagining you and I. I was imagining that we were standing in a wide open field. The sun shining bright above us and the sky a blue so...
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I was imagining you and I. I was imagining that we were standing in a wide open field. The sun shining bright above us and the sky a blue so...
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sugar24232:
neato. im in ontario...bout an hour or so from toronto
noelle:
I`m so tired right now that i almost feel sick but i wanted to tell you this.
I just walked home from a friends house in the ice and in the snow. You know, how when you are really shitfaced, you walk so carefully on the ice because you are so afraid of slipping? But it`s too much, it`s over concentration and it can`t last. And what really happens is that you fall when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Drunks are careful, they know what`s going on because they think they don`t. It`s the straightedgers, the designated drivers, the underagers that don`t see the boy on the bicycle with that look in his eye until it`s too late.
I just walked home from a friends house in the ice and in the snow. You know, how when you are really shitfaced, you walk so carefully on the ice because you are so afraid of slipping? But it`s too much, it`s over concentration and it can`t last. And what really happens is that you fall when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Drunks are careful, they know what`s going on because they think they don`t. It`s the straightedgers, the designated drivers, the underagers that don`t see the boy on the bicycle with that look in his eye until it`s too late.
Hurumph. Just when spring begins to roll around I have to go and get myself a nasty cold. The only amusing thing about it is freaking people out by telling them I have SARS. And that's only amusing for about 10 seconds.
*begins caughing fit* Oooo, there goes a lung...
*begins caughing fit* Oooo, there goes a lung...
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noelle:
Ah, so you like Germany???
Yet another thing we have in common.
The girl, not the country. Hope you feel better soon. I sent you mail about Thursday.
Yet another thing we have in common.
The girl, not the country. Hope you feel better soon. I sent you mail about Thursday.
flick:
I have been dealing with a cold too... and that SARS epidemic is pretty scary shit, it's like the plague or ebola revisited, only it's a lot closer to home.... ahcoooooo.... 
There was once a little boy who felt all alone in the world. He felt different from others, separate. He didn't feel this way because he had no friends or anyone to talk to, but because no one seemed to see the things he saw, or rather, see things the way he saw them. It was nothing he could point out, nothing he could show....
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kiscica:
gah...i wanna come visit you soon! definitely! perhaps next weekend? i hope i hope i hope i hope....
bennymac:
i gave up searching, i just sit and wait know, its far less disapointing
It was a night of Cosmic Disco Bowling. Strange skylines seen through purple mist awaiting their destruction by day-glow pink balls. The Logical Song as rendered by chipmunks on speed. The possessed jukebox in the bar spitting out unknown atrocities at random. The important announcement of Naomi's 19th birthday (Happy Birthday Naomi, whoever you are), thus proving the dj was a living thing. A ridiculous...
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grooverider:
Agent Stendec got off his seat and started marching towards the elevator- Level 4 he muttered as the doors closed. From all the people in the world, I had to save HER this is the LAST thing I need right now- shell go on and on about the cause, and call me a greedy, self centered fool like she always does as those thoughts crossed his mind, Stendec could not help noticing that his hands were performing the little tasks one makes to better ones appearance.
Level 4. the computers female voice announced.
Stendec stepped out and examined the small escape pod. He knocked 3 times, not knowing exactly why he did so. Yes?!? The familiar voice, carrying with it a fair amount of impatience, sounded muffled from within the small vessel.
Can you come out?
The door is stuck there was a small pause followed by a somewhat painful resignation- Ill need your help
A tiny smile appeared on Stendecs face.
Ok- hang on Stendec turned his gaze to his tool rack in the corner- there was a small but powerful blowtorch, a robotic auxiliary arm-enhancer, an electronic lock scrambler no- this will require something a little more powerful.
Inside the pod a movement was felt- the small metallic sphere rose from the ground, and began to shake violently. WAIT! shouted the muffled voice from within WAIT! The hatch is pointing dowaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
From his seat at the tall forklift, Stendec watched as the pods hatch swung on its hinges, causing the person inside to drop down from 15 feet into a large pile of soft little Styrofoam cubes- leftovers from his latest smuggling expedition of ancient Wovani glasswork. Content with his little joke, Stendec began descending down a small ladder. He circled the forklift, and approached the open container. You can come out now
There was no answer.
Come on, I dont have all day-Well come out of hyperspace in an hour- I need to brief you on the details. Silence.
Tiger?
A terrible thought crossed his mind- she may have hit her head on the containers edge Tiger! Stendec jumped in and started rummaging through the containers contents- there was nothing there. What the..? Stendec did not get a chance to finish his sentence- the container was up in the air, held tightly between the forklifts clamps. He lifted his head from the foam to see HER sitting high above ground- the vehicle controls in her hands. that sneaky cat! He forgot how good she was at what she did- guerilla tactics were based mostly on sneaking OK- you got me, he said with a laugh- you can let me down now!
Her reply wasnt the one he was hoping for- In a minute- when Im done.
The forklift started spinning on its own axel, slowly at first and gaining speed with each circle. Stendecs eyes started to water- Tiger! Stop this at once All he could hear was her rolling laughter. He started to feel sick.
I am still captain of this ship! That didnt make her too happy, as was evident by the added element of up and down to the almost tolerable round and round.
OK- YOU WIN, IM SORRY!!!
apparently, that was the correct answer- the large box dropped to the floor. A stumbling Stendec rolled out of it and dropped to the floor. He remained there, lying on his back, listening to her footsteps drawing near.
Nice to see you again. She extended her hand and helped him up with a single strong motion.
Nice to see you too... He tried to focus his eyes- her image slowly coming to a halt. Small, fair in complexion, with two interesting birth marks on her nose- The Tiger Marks that were legendary by now. Her piercing green eyes seemed to stare right through him- they were the only indication that this delicate creature was a famed General.
She was wearing the usual rebels camouflage rags- sewn and mended so many times, to the point that Stendec found it hard to tell the patches from the original garment.
On her utility belt was her only visible weapon- a large hunting knife. It was long, white and had no hand guard on its handle.
Youre carrying a Kris knife. He said, trying to hide his own surprise.
I suppose I am. She said plainly.
Stendec knew what it took to earn one of those. So you actually
Yes I did.
She turned around and started marching towards the elevator. You said something about a briefing?
Stendec remained standing and watched her as she walked away. This is going to be a long mission
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Agent Stendec got off his seat and started marching towards the elevator- Level 4 he muttered as the doors closed. From all the people in the world, I had to save HER this is the LAST thing I need right now- shell go on and on about the cause, and call me a greedy, self centered fool like she always does as those thoughts crossed his mind, Stendec could not help noticing that his hands were performing the little tasks one makes to better ones appearance.
Level 4. the computers female voice announced.
Stendec stepped out and examined the small escape pod. He knocked 3 times, not knowing exactly why he did so. Yes?!? The familiar voice, carrying with it a fair amount of impatience, sounded muffled from within the small vessel.
Can you come out?
The door is stuck there was a small pause followed by a somewhat painful resignation- Ill need your help
A tiny smile appeared on Stendecs face.
Ok- hang on Stendec turned his gaze to his tool rack in the corner- there was a small but powerful blowtorch, a robotic auxiliary arm-enhancer, an electronic lock scrambler no- this will require something a little more powerful.
Inside the pod a movement was felt- the small metallic sphere rose from the ground, and began to shake violently. WAIT! shouted the muffled voice from within WAIT! The hatch is pointing dowaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
From his seat at the tall forklift, Stendec watched as the pods hatch swung on its hinges, causing the person inside to drop down from 15 feet into a large pile of soft little Styrofoam cubes- leftovers from his latest smuggling expedition of ancient Wovani glasswork. Content with his little joke, Stendec began descending down a small ladder. He circled the forklift, and approached the open container. You can come out now
There was no answer.
Come on, I dont have all day-Well come out of hyperspace in an hour- I need to brief you on the details. Silence.
Tiger?
A terrible thought crossed his mind- she may have hit her head on the containers edge Tiger! Stendec jumped in and started rummaging through the containers contents- there was nothing there. What the..? Stendec did not get a chance to finish his sentence- the container was up in the air, held tightly between the forklifts clamps. He lifted his head from the foam to see HER sitting high above ground- the vehicle controls in her hands. that sneaky cat! He forgot how good she was at what she did- guerilla tactics were based mostly on sneaking OK- you got me, he said with a laugh- you can let me down now!
Her reply wasnt the one he was hoping for- In a minute- when Im done.
The forklift started spinning on its own axel, slowly at first and gaining speed with each circle. Stendecs eyes started to water- Tiger! Stop this at once All he could hear was her rolling laughter. He started to feel sick.
I am still captain of this ship! That didnt make her too happy, as was evident by the added element of up and down to the almost tolerable round and round.
OK- YOU WIN, IM SORRY!!!
apparently, that was the correct answer- the large box dropped to the floor. A stumbling Stendec rolled out of it and dropped to the floor. He remained there, lying on his back, listening to her footsteps drawing near.
Nice to see you again. She extended her hand and helped him up with a single strong motion.
Nice to see you too... He tried to focus his eyes- her image slowly coming to a halt. Small, fair in complexion, with two interesting birth marks on her nose- The Tiger Marks that were legendary by now. Her piercing green eyes seemed to stare right through him- they were the only indication that this delicate creature was a famed General.
She was wearing the usual rebels camouflage rags- sewn and mended so many times, to the point that Stendec found it hard to tell the patches from the original garment.
On her utility belt was her only visible weapon- a large hunting knife. It was long, white and had no hand guard on its handle.
Youre carrying a Kris knife. He said, trying to hide his own surprise.
I suppose I am. She said plainly.
Stendec knew what it took to earn one of those. So you actually
Yes I did.
She turned around and started marching towards the elevator. You said something about a briefing?
Stendec remained standing and watched her as she walked away. This is going to be a long mission
[Edited on Mar 25, 2003]
cereal_killer:
extremely well put my friend.
don't forget the table dancing and flashing of breasts.
2 more important elements of the evening.
all in all I'm surprised we weren't thrown out sooner as opposed to having the lights turned off on us.
next time we are in canada (which will be soon) we'll have to get together again.
don't forget the table dancing and flashing of breasts.
2 more important elements of the evening.
all in all I'm surprised we weren't thrown out sooner as opposed to having the lights turned off on us.
next time we are in canada (which will be soon) we'll have to get together again.
What a good day. I spent the afternoon with a really quite amazing girl who I think I'm developing a bit of a crush on.
A good day... except, of course, for the people of Iraq, both dead and dying.
A good day... except, of course, for the people of Iraq, both dead and dying.
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flick:
I just wanted to say I had a great time last night at our bowling party... thanks for helping to make it so awesome. I can't wait for us all to get together again! 
bennymac:
What a great time last night, your gaonna have to check out mine and flicks crime spree
I just finished watching Magnolia and I'm a fucking mess. Love is so hard. It rips me apart, tears me open and it's just so fucking hard not to crumple under it. Everywhere, your legs are being kicked in, everywhere they try to pull you down. Using love as a weapon is the greatest sin of all. To lie in the name of love, to...
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superfly4343:
Rue Morgue? Drinks first at the Paddock? 7ish?
Let me know. Trying to get mtl and swerverino in as well.
Adieu.
Let me know. Trying to get mtl and swerverino in as well.
Adieu.
superfly4343:
We'll probably be there til 8. I will give you the full details tomorrow round 5ish.
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Heading to the Paddock for 5ish. Will probably hang to 8pm then walk down.
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Heading to the Paddock for 5ish. Will probably hang to 8pm then walk down.
[Edited on Mar 19, 2003]
Things and people continued to melt today. A mirage-like trend threatening the dominion of lifeless grey fog.
It's like being forced to sit in a too stale waiting room, slowly decomposing in an attitude of unnatural exhaustion. An atmosphere of dull mediocrity that despite one's best efforts, manages to instil a mild sense of paranoia and an anxious certainty that there will be permanent damage....
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It's like being forced to sit in a too stale waiting room, slowly decomposing in an attitude of unnatural exhaustion. An atmosphere of dull mediocrity that despite one's best efforts, manages to instil a mild sense of paranoia and an anxious certainty that there will be permanent damage....
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user8935778:
my throat hurts.
how aer you?
how aer you?
noelle:
Ahhhhhh!!!
That was me screaming. But as always, i love your writing.
You get a
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That was me screaming. But as always, i love your writing.
You get a
.I wanted to write something here, but I spent all my time looking at the pretty girls.
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incest:
no you didn't.
noelle:
As quickly as it stopped, my internet started working again.
This is great news.
If you want to go to the bowling thing, could i tag along so i don`t get lost on the way?
This is great news.
If you want to go to the bowling thing, could i tag along so i don`t get lost on the way?
Ahem... Yeah, so uh, how's it going?
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linz:
better now that your here.
noelle:
Help, i`m going through SG withdrawal.
No internet for me.
Pratt library frowns on pornography.
No internet for me.
Pratt library frowns on pornography.
Where are you?