Monthly Archive: August 2003

Pennies from heaven.. 16,000 of them. An unexpected check from the employee savings plan of my old employer. I’ve been back and forth with them on how to get them to see that I was terminated and the new company...

*place blog A into ego B to inflate…* But he deserves it, not that this post should be all about Christopher, but last night he really did show me a wonderful evening. Completely his treat, we had dinner, I had...

Damnit if my mother wasn’t right after all. There *is* a certain satisfaction from having a clean bathtub/shower. Since the 1/2 day’s been spent at home, I decided to get a handle on cleaning and laundry and chores. I haven’t...

I sometimes face the same problem with my online journal as I do/did writing poetry. The temptation to edit myself during or after the fact. I guess with something you know people can see, it happens. Only with the journal,...

All dressed up with someplace to go… and then I stood myself up. That last part normally doesn’t happen that way, but life throws interesting curves at you. Christopher and I were supposed to get together tonight for a romantic,...

31… I’m going to turn 31 soon.. *bleh* The city was particularly fragrant this morning, however having every smoking power-walker in front of me wasn’t much help. It was like a pedestrian drag-race for me to get around these people...

I’m possessed lately with a desire to redecorate or something. I’m starting to hate the way my room looks. It feels too cluttered. Now I do have things in here that are mainly just hanging around until they’re collected by...

Ouch. Not sure why I woke up *this* sore this morning. I did bowl 5 games last night, but still that doesn’t explain it. I suspect that I’m not comfortable in my bed, or that I’ve forgotten how to get...

Today was a yummy fun day. Went yardsale-ing again, and picked up a nice item or two, also saw a collective sidewalk sale, a lot of big deals and I picked up a few kitchen items as well, not too...

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.— Michel de Montaigne