Monthly Archive: January 2002

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cravings

… cravings … food? I realize that I don’t crave food so much as I crave eating.. the meal, the friends, the task of dinner. maybe that’s why people turn to food when they’re bored. Trying to capture that faint...

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nothing like a hot bath

… nothing like a hot bath … I’m going to try that every night this week, a hot bath before bedtime to reflect and try to wash away the day’s stresses. Which I admit I had few of today. The...

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quack

… quack … I went duckpin bowling. A very interesting experience, nothing like regular bowling. Well except for the pins, the ball, the scoring and all that. But your usual bowling experience won’t be applied too much to duckpin bowling....

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*heavy sigh*

… *heavy sigh* … Being single and alone on a Friday night really sucks.

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the lady is a tramp

… the lady is a tramp … Speaking of sexy clothes, I have to say that there’s a certain good feeling about pulling something out of the closet that you like to wear… perhaps it’s a size too small, but...

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pardon me while I pick up my jaw

… pardon me while I pick up my jaw … Ok, it’s a banner ad, clearly designed to do one thing, suck you in… (no, won’t go there). Sadly, the worst part is that I can’t find that picture anywhere...

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oh… my… god

… oh… my… god … Dictionaraoke – you have to see/hear it to believe it. That’s all I can say.

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sos

… sos … Ok, so blogger’s having some trouble which means that this may not be updated as quickly as I’d like. So any regular readers (who am I trying to kid) that check this page out, there may be...

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not another day

… not another day … Ok, the job is sucking today, but I won’t dwell on it too much. I’m pretty sure that it’s all been said and I’m slowly getting to the point of flaccid resignation that things here...

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you’re so vain?

… you’re so vain? … This horoscope must have been written by a Virgo, methinks… 8 Jan 2002 – VirgoYou needn’t be ashamed of your intellect. Those people who are razzing you about your deep thoughts and your deft observations...