buttons and keys from old manual typewriters, to find the lock that matches my kryptonite key so i can park my bike at work. a new favorite pair of boots flowers

Soup. Miso soup and veggie maki rolls.

Oh, and a vacation. I'm two weeks shy of the one year anniversary of my last vacation. I'm due.

a Hummer. For some reason, I believe that my life will be complete when I obtain a Hummer. More realistically, Coffee Mugs, Posters, Street Signs. Cool Office Supplies

a really big paper cutter a riveter other expensive , elusive bookmaking supplies... a lover lavender bubble bath

I have a really big paper cutter. It's very manly. I just put a sharp blade in yesterday. -a better computer. -more blank cd's. -www.wench.ltd.uk -to find the really nice pen I just lost. -money. I guess that's about it. A vacation would be nice.

A job that pays enough that I don't have to worry about making rent. A nice apartment. Courage. A trip to Scotland. A trip to New Orleans. A dog. Maybe a bulldog.

the bulldog club of greater kc was on television the other day. promoting a club event. all i can think of wishing for right now is $3.15 so i can buy a frozen chai.

You make books, Mavis? As opposed to making book. My sister was doing that for a bit, making small books. Now she's helping to run a bookstore.

somebody to talk to at the end of the day. the complete ignaz friedman recordings. an ability to figure out how to use my new digital camera. an alarm clock. a go-to-sleep clock. enough time. a job at the Library of Congress, or at least NPR. the complete Peanuts Treasury series. that line of code that keeps ftp connections from being terminated after 300 seconds of idle time. another beer. wet, hungry cunt. the leather sofabed i'm going to buy next month. the 2-piano reduction of the Busoni Piano Concerto, and the score of Sorabji's "Opus Clavicembalisticum." a war to win. the office i'm moving into next week. the family reunion i'm going to next week. Tennessee, Alabama, and Arkansas. bed.

A chocolate bustier for you.know.who+ three hours alone with the designgurl+ frost on grass in morning+ the secretary in the blue dress, anytime+ more time in the day+ more time in the night+ more time+ my son's happiness+ an email from Harvard+ yes+ another weekend like Labor Day 98+ lovemaking in the Herreschoft designed cruiser in Puget Sound+ a week on Anna Maria with the poetscholar from Bard+ someone from Iowa's voice on my answering machine+ a new roof+ an elongated toilet bowl in the master bath+ someone forgiving to shower with+ clean logs+ my mother's smile+ one moment with her+ passion+

Someone I can talk to. someone I don't have to talk to. -A copy of every record in Colin's collection. -A car. (moment of silence) -A job that pays enough. -A new monitor -peace on earth and all that shit. -my old friends to visit. -A BIG library. -inspiration -willpower -A copy of "the box"

"Someone to talk to at the end of the day" That's right on. 8 track recorder drum machine bass guitar foot pedals: tremelo, digital delay, compressor, autowah 1 solid month of paid vacation a nice house in the woods, with friends within an hours drive. to photograph Bigfoot.

not to have to drive my dad to the airport tomorrow. my drivers license back a good looking intelligent girlfriend with a cool disposition and a car. my sex and my drugs and my rock and roll. a parade a bookcase stocked with great books. to play guitar like my friend Brian. a mudhoney t-shirt. a really expensive road racing bike. a corvair. abs you can see. this fuckhead bill collector to stop calling.

To quit this stinking thinking and get an attitude with gratitude.

a hug.

First....a village in the South Pacific populated by the following people: Semillama, Mavis, Dove Boy, Jess, Nikola, Snoop Dogg, Gillain Anderson (my personal sexx slave) and Tom Green. All the budz I could ever smoke in my lifetime Peas on earth A really nice 5- album contract deal with Dischord Records My ex- bitches head on a pike Never to have to work again

chocolate every time i open the fridge my fear of the gym to be gone strength - physical and mental a library a big snooze to see his smile one more time and say I'm sorry more three day weekends

This boat: http://www.whaler.com/Boats/defiance34.html

a big house in vermont with a back yard and a pony oh and a garden a huge statue of buddha a whole room of cd's, records, and 8 tracks someone i tolerate my poetry published lunch with elvis costello, dinner with tom waits, and to be locked in a coffee shop for a week with tom robbins alicia silverstone with a shaved head a great dane a huge library all to me with lots of fluffy couches and pillows and a light to read em by

a scanner a better paying job my own place a new book and a new cd each month, every month, for the rest of my life my old cello back

my monitor back my summer back japanesegirl to e-mail back mathgirl to talk to me again ravergirl to e-mail back a bonghit a couch so big that only my ankles hang over the edge propecia or whatever will work my goddamn rebates from a year ago 100 hours of "forget" to disperse throughout my memories as needed. a cheesedog

All I have are CD-RW's--get me a stinkin' CD-R or wait until mine get here...sometime in the next two weeks. Then you can have a copy of the Box.

Oh, and a UPS uniform.

I had gotten on another thread and written a long, sordid post that spanned 30 years of abuse, infidelity, and other human weaknesses, and then my computer crashed and erased it all. so here's the practical upshot: if you live in seattle, or happen to be there one day, and you meet a couple by the name of Richard and Leah Wolfe - i want you to bitch slap them. or some similar action. that's all i want.

2 more cats a larger house to accommodate them visit my rels in N.Z. and Australia more time less stress my son to stay healthy and happy the rest of his life a family re-union a big-ass kitchen drive a harley every album I ever had into CD's my comic collection back more pens

just a couple more my sister not to have MS passion and lust

I got my wish. :) now I want another.

really, droop? Richard Wolfe Seattle, WA 98101 Phone: 206-528-7873 i can do that. email me and tell me why.

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Droopy--will do, with pleasure.

J. are you in the program?

Wings The ability to talk to animals Repeat the last 10 years of my life differently A tail An I.Q. of 1000 And of course, extreme wealth

OOPS, forgot one thing. A continous 7 day long orgasm

My brother alive again. OK I'll stop now.

someone to talk to at the end of the day a huge rabid collection of calypso music endless art supplies and a clock to tell me to never stop making art. someone to take care of my bottomless pit libido at the end of the day...and the beginning of the day for that matter. someone to kiss me! dammit! someone to woo me with awesome cookware and a keen sense of the absurd. free 120 film plus developing plus contact sheets more jelly bracelets true love and i especially wish that i didn't hear people being shitty to their kids everytime i left my house. it makes me cry. it makes me lose hope.

Jay, no I am an alcoholic,but I know about that program and the 12 steps.

My wish... to want what I have. Sincerely, aChing relative of chaChing, distant cousin of sirChing

a 7 day long orgasm would hurt. im nearly positive of this. maybe 7 hours would be bearable. k. thats what i want. 7 hours of just me groaning. a new pair of shoes to go with my new dress this dude to take pictures of me and pay me godammit my brother to get his ass here now instead of next week. i miss him. patrick to write me a goddamn email and tell me why the fuck he hasnt recently. this puppy im housing for some woman who doesn't deserve to adopt him. i wanna keep him. for the lead singer of submerge to kiss me. just once. thats all. not to get crushes so easily. someone who will wash my dishes. i dont wanna.

I want a reason for doing all the things I do... ~A reason for putting on my helmet when I ride my bike ~A reason for eating well and trying to keep myself healthy ~A reason for trying to maintain good credit ~A reason for getting out of bed in the morning I do all these things already, but only because I don't stop to think about them. If I did, I probably wouldn't bother.

for this guy to be home, so i can go see x-men tonight. for my mother to live at least until after i graduate. for me to make the right decision about my sisters. and to be kissed by someone who makes me laugh.

good email for once. Just once. conversation courage/self confidence friends who get along with each other. Friends like I used to have a long time ago... strange that they were all female back then. Most of the ones I REALLY connected with were. hm enough money to save a little. toys The ability to remember

a computer that isn't possessed by demons a killer band in the next place I live the next place I live to be with Mavis and her peeping kitties and let's not neglect the greed: a top of the line Paul Reed Smith guitar free lessons in how to mix and engineer records An electric car and other non-tangible things the ability to take delight in cooking the ability to play piano (why did I stop taking lessons??) the ability to play drums to finally know what it feels like when someone is in love with you and the utterly unrealistic to fly like Keanu in the Matrix, dude immortality built in ground penetrating radar and GPS abilities

to be there

Someone I can talk to forever A huge library with books so high, I have to use a ladder to get them down. Patience For everyone I love to live forever Unending affection The smell of my Grandmother's kitchen My own rainforest with a clearing for midnight picnics A big really old wooden piano An antique lace shawl to wrap myself in when I sit on my verandah To see the Kremlin A big bed, complete with the "someone I can talk to forever and our snuggling children and cat. Oh....and Audrey Hepburn's shoe collection.

To really, really wake up and stay woke up.

I WANTED WHAT I HAD. That's why everything on a wish list IS a wish. That's why one turns things down, one says "no thank you," one keeps on moving back to What I Had. UNTIL. What I Had didn't want me. My grandfather used to say "you can wish in one hand and shit in the other." The point is, the mess is, that I avoided just about everything that came my way, messages from Sarah's god and Sem's devil, if they exist, and they were unbelieveably welcoming opportunities...avoided in favor of What I Had. But What I Had didn't want me in the same way, and now What I Had is gone, too. THAT'S the mess. Do we really ever know what we want? Really now.

well, i REALLY wanted to make deer chili today. last night i put a package of what was clearly marked "chili meat" in my fridge to thaw. i gathered up all the fixin's fer chili. when i opened up the package not 45 minutes, i found steaks - the flesh of a deer cut into steaks. for lack of a better idea, i decided to cut up these several pounds worth of steaks into cubes for a chil stew. i went at the tough meat with my blunt kitchen knife and got the all cubed and now i've got them marinating in the fridge in fresh garlic, cayenne, chili, cumin, and black pepper. my left hand aches. but it seemed to me everything worked out for the best. another tragedy averted.

i ate deer once with this buddy of mine who recently killed himself. he called it "spirit of the forest" . i really dig shit like that. like you eat the deer and take some of his spirit into yourself. not that i'm into those feathered dream catchers and wolf prints or anything but think about it next time you eat some pork or cow or chicken. spirit of the motherfucking pig pen.

What I want: More time. Actual intelligence. Good taste. Money. Parents that don't have problems, weird morals and ethics, and issues with me. Someone who is really in love with me, that I can be in love with. Polyamory. Magic Powers! (the closet fantasy dork?) A SLAYER beanie. A big black hooded robe with loads of pockets. Less weight. Being in shape enought to break 5:00 on the mile. To not get dumb intense infatuations with so many damn people at once. Having everyone I liked love me. A place to go when I need to get away. Like a castle secluded in the woods. A bike. Swedish Fish. Those lovely pixy sticks from the stand in Cambridge (england). A break. Good grades. A working society. Death to television and alcohol. Legalized hallucinogenic drugs. To be happy, not friggin bipolar. www.shock-value.net zephyr@ureach.com The number to the payphone next to the elevator at work. The webcam at work to work, properly. Some more time. My parents to let me wear my hair spikey. People to visit my website (http://www.75megs.com/zephyr) Acceptance. My friend katie to not be so damn depressed any more. I'll think of more later....you'll see.

--that the dogs would fucking contact me already--

GIVE ME MY SEVERED HEAD BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

to talk with my sister one more time to have a baby enough air points to go to Australia laser eye surgery

the ability to have no desire at the times i desire (i dont want this all the time) wish lists that really come true guiltless, calorie-free but delicious food (greens are good but fat is what really makes food taste good) fairy godmother/genie no restrictions on wishes (only three wishes and that sort of ilk) magically powered notebooks wings.....

for mosquitos and fleas to be extinct.

more of what I wanted before. I just keep wishing and the hugs keep rolling in!

a way to somehow combine sex and Snapple iced tea effectively. oooooooh yes.

a pint of ben and jerry's chunky monkey. to lose 10 more lbs of fat. to gain 10 more lbs of muscle. to find a good woman to settle down with in the country. children. peace on earth. cosmetic surgery. a safe automobile to drive when necessary. to teach Kevin what i know. to know more about philosophy and history. a cribbage partner.

Sarah

no, you don't. really.

Oh, why not?

do your own research.

OK.

is syrup your website?

Syrup is what you put on pancakes and waffleboys. I want: An experienced field crew who have done historical archaeology before, and a consort of artifact scrubbers and catalogers. I broke yet another volunteer last night. I should be filming all this, I could market it as the next "Survivor".

i want it to be two weeks form now so i can visit sem and go to that horse's ass of a wedding. plus party down in minneapolis plus, pick rocks together at the firs tbeach i ever picked rocks at. plus fill jars with them.

yes. you've emailed me.

i want pink tennis shoes and a date and an unlimited stationery budget.

I want her...'cause she's not here...pity me!

Mavis I'll gladly take you out for some Chai Tea. My ex-girlfriend had some pink converse that she about creamed herself over when she got them. I want Soundgarden to put out another album, and for Brad to put out another one as good as the first one.

out for tea? that sounds fun!! my pink tenny quest continues....

Someone to talk to. Right now. A destination. More space. To get my paper making kit back. Really long emails like I used to get. Real-life paper mail. Someone to send the same to. More street signs. Musical accompaniment. Unbreakable toys. Someone to play Go with.

A cowboy

I can get you cowboys. what's your preference? we currently have in stock: shitkickin', goat-ropin', or ass-whoopin' models.

No hog-tyin varieties? No croc-wrasslin as an added extra? I bet you don't even provide gift wrapping. Service just ain't what it used to be.

the american west just ain't what it used to be.

Just for one freakin birthday not to suck the big monkey. fuckit.

i love chai. yummy. i had a frozen chai last night. ohh... chai... must have chai. frozen chai. moonit-when is your birthday? did we miss it. damn it. happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to moonit, happy birthday to you.

A tracked excavator. A unit of Corps of Engineers to dam a stream and move earth. That's not asking for much, is it?

A mattress. An end table. A big bookshelf. Sheets. Towels. Table linens. Shower curtain. Window dressing things. Lamps. Silverware. A job. A car. Courage again. Hair that doesn't frizz in the rain. A fuzzy orange sweater. To be taller. Super powers: flying, invisibility, mind-control, super strength, and lasers that shoot out of my fingertips. That's all I can think of right now.

Mattress. That's a good one. I'd like to not be in pain. That would be nice. But I think that's about it. A new lamp would be good, actually, as would some money, but who can be choosy.

Thanks Bell_Jar. It was on Friday.

Amending my list; I'd like a constant aura of warmth and a good job in Vermont. *fears coldness*

I want access to sorabji when I want it, not just at work! I bought a vanilla cake today....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Lets just say that I am going to be VERY happy while that thing lasts...

I wish I had something that set me off in a good way like that. The only thing I've got is velvet, but that's the bad kind of freak-out. My palms sweat just thinking about that texture. Bleh! <shudder>

I am getting very worried

i still want pink shoes. i can't seem to find the right ones. i also want miso soup, jelly bracelets, and a bottomless pile of books to read.

I just read "Revolt in 2100" yesterday. I really liked it. I love reading like that. Just sitting in my room listening to music and reading through good books. Just plowing through them. I used to do that all the time.

I did when I was younger, now I can't seem to concentrate

Oh. I forgot to say that the book was by Robert A. Heinlein.

OOO, Heinlein is one of the greats

last night i finished "it's not about the bike" by lance armstrong who fought cancer and ended up winning the 1999 tour de france while his cancer was in remission. he's one hardcore guy. it was a very uplifting book. now i am reading a supposedly fun thing i'll never do agin by david foster wallace and re-reading temper temper by sonja ahlers because i met her on saturday and now i want to read it again. i was just thining that a downfall to riding my bike instead of bussing is losing about 2.5 hours of reading time a day.

I would like a truck load of strength for august 17th.

Mavis, you spend 2.5 hours a (work)day on your bike? That's great! Gee, what's happening the 17th?

sem yes i spend 2.5 hours a day on my bike, and usually 4 on weekend days. i want my ass to look amazing!

I promised myself that i'd bike to work all through this summer... sigh. It would be great for me. I did great for a week or two, then I got a bad cold, and haven't ridden since then. Tomorrow! Yes! Unless the smoke is bad again.

I promised myself that i'd bike to work all through this summer... sigh. It would be great for me. I did great for a week or two, then I got a bad cold, and haven't ridden since then. Tomorrow! Yes! Unless the smoke is bad again.

t bone- the worst thing you can do re: riding your bike to work is to pressure or guilt yourself into it....i did that and my roommate wendy does that and it is paralyzing.... think of how much fun it is to ride a bike!!!!

I love my bike! I wish I could ride it more (I think I top out with like 5 hours a week...ick! And I have to be in shape for xcountry too!)

Isuppose I could ride my bike to work....if there were no cars and no Wisconsin drivers. Too bloody scared to do it as it is. Besides that motherfucker of a hill. and how damn tired I get from excavating. plus how much earlier I'd have to get up. Oh well...

i am actually beginning to love hills. it's a good way to burn off agression.....and cake!

i want to ride my bike in the UP, that's waht it's for. I'd also like to spend a full two weeks in Late September there. Especialy now that my friend Kiko is buying a house there.

what what is for ? the bike or the up?

on the 17th I'm going to tell Ishmael that I've liked him for half a year. I have no expectation, I just hope I can get it all out before I start crying or giggling hysterically.

oh my god, that's thrilling!!! good luck!!

I ride my bike to work about 3 days a week. I really should do it every day during the summer because my house is soooo close to my job - about a mile or less. The only way I justify driving is when I'm going to Great Harvest to get a scone and some coffee - or to drive by the coffee hut and get my fix from the friendly chicas in there. When it comes down to it, even Great Harvest is a lame excuse because it's less than a half-mile more - it just means negotiating some tricky curbs while trying not to splash coffee on my pants. I drove to work today, but I rode my bike to the river and back this morning, so I'm kinda justified. Re: What do I want? I want to be out of debt. I can handle the school loan payments, I just want the devil monkey called Providian Visa off my back. Credit cards are pure, unfettered evil to those of us who don't have any fiscal responsibility.

Good luck Gee! I want my framing thing to work out.

I want a good job...I think I might be working at an ice cream place, and I'm going to bike there...

it all went as planned. Except for the part where I spoke. I had intended to be much more smooth than I actually was, but I managed to squeek it all out. I already knew he wasn't interested in me that way, so I wasn't dissapointed or anything. He said nice things to me, though, and I just kind of ignored it so now I feel bad. I wonder if I've made him feel bad by not not reacting to what he said to me. I went back to him a couple of hours later and told him that I thought what he'd said was really nice. I hope he belived me. He said he thinks of me as a sister, which is not the kind of thing he just lightly throws around. it's a really nice thing for him to say. and, objectivly, better than if he'd admitted that he wants to jump me. I may or may not ever see him again. Yesterday was our last work day before I go on vacation, and I don't know if he's going to be here when I come back. but he's such a nice boy. if he's not here, I'll go find him.

"........i want a job i want a job a REAL job , i want a job i want job i want job a GOOD job i want a jobbbbbbbbb that SATISFIESSSSSS.....my artistic needs...i want a job a real job i want a job i want a job........."

most guys that i have crushes on i'd rather have as friends than boyfriends. what happens if you break up? after i broke up with my last boyfriend my best friend stopped talking to me. well, she did have more in common with my ex than me...she was the one that knew all about computers, and she was the one that he taought how to play magic, and she was the one that was dating his best friend. do i sound bitter? we broke up last december. we went to a formal dance at my school and he reused. to dance, i mean. at that point, i had stayed with him for two months after i decided i had no interest in him anymore. i figured that if i stayed with him long enough to go to this dance, everything would be alright. wrong. i'm glad he lives in another state. i'm glad i'll never have to see him again.

Patrick,sounds like you are working at Frustration Inc.Gee,where are you going for vacation?I'm hoping to go to San Diego in Sept.Ishmael must be crazy:)

no im singing some stupid song that malcolm sang to sid and johnny on the US tour bus in sid and nancy...

I'm going to the couch and planting my butt. teletoon is showing old episodes of the Tick and X-Men. the family channel is showing Alf. I'm excited.

i want my clothes to fit me again. i want to stop wanting chocolate. i want to feel perky. i want to go surfing. i want to buy a used Cabriolet. i want Kevin to stop calling me twice a day and just fly here to visit. i want the results from the test. i want to catch my breath. i want tater tots and vietnamese beef salad. i want a pedicure and massage. i want to go to aerobics class. i want my mommy.

Have Car, Used Cabriolet, 1988, completely rebuilt with new top, runs great, newer rebuilt engine, needs paint and a good cleaning inside -- one ac vent too. Not driven much in last three years, Sunday drives and a couple of teenage weekend things...floats well, but not sure about salt water floating. Reasonable. Serious inquiries only.

I want what nelly said she wants. to wake up. then to keep feeling awake. I am so tired. last night I saw "king of marvin gardens" at the little theater and tonight I am going to see my favorite movie, "five easy pieces," at the grand illusion. tell me about these wolfe people, droopy.

What's Marvin Garden? The name rings a bell. A loud one. But I don't know where it's from.

I want a way into the really big barn on the old AT&T Tract.

you probably know marvin gardens from monopoly, zephyr. the wolfe people are my cousin richard and his wife, miss cyst. richard works at the amazon.com head office (or whatever it is) up in seattle now. let's just say that i've been displeased with his conduct lately. he'd left texas without leaving a forwarding address, but his little brother found out from a friend where he'd gone. it's old news now, and i'm not getting into any details. if you happen to hear about him up there, let me know.

anybody here know who agnes brown is?

droopy, what's your e-mail address? you need to see "five easy pieces," if you haven't already. it takes place in texas and washington, just like you and me, pal.

oh yeah. mine is ^

i want softer feet and smaller bones. i went through highschool thinking i'm fat. my bones are right underneath the surface of my skin. i'll never be able to fit in jeans smaller than a size ten because of my hips. maybe i drank too much milk.

god, that sucks, pez. you know that guys don't date girls over size 8, right? I've heard lesbianism and celibacy aren't all that bad, though. I mean, there's always tv.

maybe violence is the answer. i'd love to get in a good fight. with the right person, of course.

Well bring it on kiddo! Pez, I'm going to have to smack you if you don't stop this moaning about your appearance and how it's preventing you from getting a bloke. You're sweet, obviously intelligent, funny... (shit, I'm starting to sound like a bloody teen magazine here). My point is...you're at severe risk of becoming a shallow excuse for a person. Stop worrying about your appearance, worry about world poverty, worry about whether little green men are going to invade Earth, whatever... You're around 6ft and you wear size 10? Sounds pretty good to me. Stop caring about what men want...who gives a shit? Start caring about what you want. The real reason you don't have a man is probably because they can smell the desperation on you. In my limited experience, blokes start hopping across the paddock at the first whiff of a predatory female. So, one more post from you on appearance and you get a whippin'...it's for your own good. (There, I feel better now)

Umm...what's that about the size 8 comment? Right.... Pez, you're 6'! oh god! ::swoon:: I hate monopoly. And who cares what the average guy wants? You don't want an average person, so it's better if you're different!

confidence and hips are damn sexy............ive repeated this all over the damn place. its funny, people always consider LA as the bastion of appearance and shallowness, yet it sounds like cyst, you've had some experiences in the portland, seattle area to make you a little jaded......... pez, confidence and hips.....confidence and hips.......yummy

true enough. hips are mesmerizing.....lucky for me.

sorry. i'll stop whining. my little sister told me yesterday that she liked it that i wasn't shutting her out anymore, but she thinks i'm getting a little shallow. thank you for threatening to beat me. i 'spose that i was getting a little annoying there. maybe i'll just do my job and have some fun doing it. on the shallow end of the pool, i got a new lipgloss yesterday. it's sparkly and smells like peaches. and then i drove my grandparents to dinner because my grandpa isn't a very good driver anymore. and he likes his drink.

I'm not sure if I like hips...I don't really look at them. I'm much more a face/hair person, I guess.

christ, patrick, I was kidding. I have huge hips, bulbous thighs, I'm over 6', and I'm at least a size 10 in most clothes, yet I have no trouble scaring up male interest. I think I sort of have a boyfriend now. I mean, he's married to someone else, but that's just a technicality. it's weird -- I see cute guys now, and I look away. I don't want to be bad.

oh, you sounded like a cynic. i don't know much about your size or your hips. I recall they were pretty cool. i've noticed people have been saying my name and christ in the same sentence lately. not necessarily here, but in general. its usually not good. maybe i should crawl in my hole for a while......... only after i go make fun of my dope of a boss.

Hips are my favorite, especially the part right where they meet the waist...

Hips hold the treasure chest.....

No, no, no, Pez it's not that it was getting annoying or whiney. I just find it very mad-making hearing an 18 year old girl obessessing about her size. You're going to be a long time in that body and you gotta learn to love it before you can expect anybody else to love it. And do you really want a bloke who only wants you because you're an ornament of a size and shape society considers to be attractive at this particular moment in our lamentable history? Repeat after me..."fuck no"

FUCK NO!!!!

Although It shocks me to do so, I have to say that Cat is right. Who gives a rats ass what you look like on the outside. Why obsess? The only time to worry about your size is when it is affecting your health. There was a time when larger women were considered wealthy looking, and therefor attractive. I for one can't stand the "kate moss" look. I want meat, not bones

cat i lost yr email address.....

I've lost yours too matey!

joyce.farr@reed.edu

FUCK NO! *looking around* oh wait the meeting is over?

FUCK NO! heh. hips. yum. rosehips, mother hips. fish andc hips?

FUCK NO! Pez, plain and tall. I love tall women. I love tall people in general, as anti can prove. I'm hanging out down here at about five feet, and everyone else is a giant. *sigh* anyway. Tall is good. Hips...yum.

being tall has its advantages in the shoe department. so does being skinny. i'm the only one that can squeeze between all the racks. i've got thighs that are a bit chunky, but otherwise i'm all bone and muscle. maybe i obsess about how i look because i have trouble getting (or keeping) a boyfriend. perhaps my recent shallowness has helped of late. i do like to look good. i used to have chronic depression and it was often triggered by bad hair or funky smelling hands. i used to smell my hands all the time to make sure they didn't smell like meat. FUCK NO!!! I DON'T NEED TO BE BARBIE!!!

Rock on! FUCK NO! Barbie's ugly.

I collect Barbies,or I did before I realized I could never have them all,but I have hundreds of them.I'm surprised Czarina didn't ask me why my bed was so high,my s/o had a carpenter build a big storage platform to keep some of them in,my box springs and mattress are on top of it,my window seat and closet are full of them.I want the Barbie and Frank Sinatra set really bad.I'm a real hit with all the under 11 year old girls on the block.I also collect easter tea sets.

i still like to make barbie clothes and to do their hair. i remember i once made a chinese style princess dress completly out of paper (and a little tape...). i miss my my little ponies. i had majesty. they were cool ponies. not like what they have now. "grand champions" hmph!

I miss my Transformers. to quote Leslie Rankin: Hips! Tits! Lips! Power!

My mom never let me have action figures when I was a wee laddie.

GoBots were better

Hot Wheels rule! I still collect them

I wish I was with my best friend...that's all I really want. although the Transformers would be an added bonus...

I want them to let me play with fire! A while ago, when I moved to the edges of civilisation, I joined the Bush Fire Brigade. Since I love to cook, I started a canteen kind of thing. Anyway, I just got a call cause there's some small fires around. And the Commander said they were short-handed, so I said - "Great, that means I can get out of the frying pan and into the fire". But he said that he didn't think I was physically strong enough (and gave me blah blah about how much they appreciated my food etc etc) Now I'm mad. Sure I'm not exactly huge...but I'm really fit from hiking every second weekend for hours and hours. I can jump off cliffs and climb stuff and run pretty fast. I'm a regular freaking action Barbie. Anyway, looks like I better go pack my apron. Bugger bum poos.

i wish they had the volunteer firefighter system around here, as I would join....everyone loves fireman, especially girls.

Firemen suck big hoses (I'm still being a selfish bitch and pouting)

I couldn't deal with being a fire fighter; especially not in So. Cal. I thought about it for a while, but... nah. I've often been told that I'm two skinny to do two things: play football and fight fires. I'd be like, hey, baby, I'm a firefighter: come home with me? And she'd be like "sure thing, big boy" and I'd be like "rock out. yes." and we'd get back home, and she'd be taking off my fire-fightin' uniform, and she'd be like, "Dude, are you sure you're in here somewhere? or is this just a big pile of flame retardant clothing with a talking head on top?" and y'know? I hate it when that happens. Oh. and cast my vote for transformers over go-bots. More than meets the eye, my friends. for the longest time as a kid, I thought that power transformers, like on telephone poles, were really Transformers, and at night they'd be all charged up from sitting with the power lines, and they'd unfold and go do Transformer-things and get into fights with each other.

where did you find this cat isolde, i like him and their ain't no s/o weirdness like there has been in the past with others.. i too would probably be too skinny and wimpy to be a firefighter, but im used to holding big hoses....... ok ok ok i know i know i couldnt resist

Wel, one day I was pretty drunk. And, stepping out the door of my favorite bar after closing time, I saw this really drunk guy with no shoes wearing a UPS uniform in the alley. Now, I'm a sucker for a guy in uniform, and this was too tempting. I slung him up on my back (his hands were bandaged for weeks from bumping along the sidewalk), and threw him in the back of my pickup.His head bounced off the gunrack on the way in. I put him on my couch, wiped the vomit off his chin, and the rest is history.

right on. I bet he knows how to "deliver" huh? i hate you kids didnt give a ring when you came down.

Pat, baby, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. I'm an anarchist, after all. I might have been forced to break something in a fit of violent outrage at your complacent, bourgousieiaiaod (I hate spelling that word. why did marx like vowels so much?) existence. And I'm just kiddin'. I remember the day that we parted, The day and the way that we met You hoped we were both broken-hearted and knew we should both forget. --Algernon Charles Swinburne Yeah. Like she's been to a bar in her life. 'Sides. I wouldn't be caught dead in a UPS uniform. I still don't understand why you find those things so intriguing. Oh, hell. you just ruined the "is Anti male or female" bit, didn't you?

So do we. We were going to. I don't know what the hell happened. I think we got et. The roomate he wrote about was with us, along with another friend, the media whore, and a high schooler who just sort of attached himself to our group, and another girl, who we left in downtown LA and found again just before we left. It's wierd. I hang out with all these 18-21 year olds. Funky. Anyway. Yeah. I would have liked to meet you and Niko in person. Don't hate us. We will be back. Or at least I will, since I never stay away from the city of ass for very long.

i think perhaps if you would have torched a news van or cop car i may not have objected.........in fact i may have even been slightly turned on..

Whew. I've been waiting to confess that. It's not true. My favorite bar closed before you moved here. I used to sit at the end and drink shirley temples. Yum.

NOW he tells me. isn't that just like a man?

hmmmm... entertaining. continues to watch bickering with a smile on her face... this reminds me of the time my aunt convinced my dad's friend that they're a quarter japanese. mwahahahaha!!!

Ahhh....to hell with Transformers *and* Gobots. Micronauts were where it was at. I loved those things. I had a whole bunch of them, that ended up getting mixed in with my Star Wars figures eventually. I loved that you could take pieces off of the big Micronauts ship and use them as toy guns.

Micronauts? Are those the guys who drive Micro Machines?

no, they were supposedly these beings from another dimension, and they were all smaller than humans (in fact, about the same scale as the toys, as I remember). That was my favorite comic book as a kid.

I was thinking about volounteering to help fight fires here, but I think they'd laugh at me. I dunno, maybe. The firefighter chicks scare me though.

why do they scare you?

Stay away from that fire Tbone,every time I see Tbone,I think of that song New Age Girl,by Dead Eye Dick....she don't eat meat but she sure likes the bone!

I want droopy to come back.

Women in general intimidate me to no end. Women with axes, large hoses, covered in soot and biceps as big as my head scare me whole hell of a lot. Okay, so that's an exaggeration. But I'm just intimidated by most women.

but you're so cute! what lady wouldn't want to be nice to you?

i'm here, cyst. lunchtime lurking. i've been dbone on these boards, lately. i emailed you like 3 days ago. what's on yer mind? any woman who has been trained to break through my window, sling me over her shoulder, and carry me off down a ladder (despite the fact that i live on the ground floor) is very sexy to me. and i'm cuter than ralph nader's left testicle.

oh yeah, email address.

"any woman who has been trained to break through my window, sling me over her shoulder, and carry me off down a ladder (despite the fact that i live on the ground floor) is very sexy to me. " Ditto.

I want my black knight to come rescue me already... Oh, and what really fucking sucks is that my rear tire on my bike has a hole in it. A big one. Fucker.

I want a date. One that ends in friendship, or a sexy sticky pile. I don't care which.

They didn't let me play with fire...yet! But I will persist and my day will come. Tbone, don't be afraid, I'd be gentle if I was rescuing you. Sadly I don't think my biceps could support you, so I'd probably just have to hold your hand.

oh, you're dbone. goddamn. I've only been skimming lately. I'll check that e-mail account.

I wanna be a firefighter chick!

I wanna be an airborne ranger... I wanna live a life of danger...

whatever happened to "you, me and a stick of butter" tbone? i'm going dancing tonight. i fully intend to light some fires.

As much as I'm ashamed to admit it, I've never actually used that line. It's not even my line. It's from userfriendly.org. It didn't work for him, but I bet if you used that line on some guy, Pez, you'd be slathered up in colesterol before you could say popcorn.

a gallon of milk, four q-tips and a vinyl copy of "Straight outta Compton".

actually, i do have a book of pick-up lines. which i've never used. but i'm going bowling tonight. on what is technically a triple date. harm's boyfriend brian is trying to fix me up with his friend jenner. who is sort of cute. in a scruffy sort of way. nobody's tried to fix me up with anyone before. it's comforting that someone watches out for me. oh gawd. i haven't been bowling in years.

BOWLING GOOD! I once dated a girl who had a dream about bowling shoes. take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling! Let's go bowling. Bowling: America's national non-sport. Fuck golf: You can FEEL my balls.

I want myself back.

Good God,I love bowling,I even have bowling garb.I bowled a 193 last week,the best I have done in awhile.What happened to your life Zephyr?

damn. me average like 150. AND I CAN'T FORM COMPLETE SENTENCES!! EXcept for that one right there. and this one. fuck. there.

Is drunk. Looks like a complete sentance to me.

Damnit. I never could spell sentence. My teachers used to mock me. Me and this one other guy in the school. We were both writer-types, and neither of us could spell sentence. Everyone thought that was very funny.

J, go look at the "I'm thinking of ending my life thread". Golliters. I feel so not good today.

Sending you hugs,I went there,what is your e-mail address?

here

i feel sparkly. i've been iced. and massauged. and kissed. and i grabbed a butt.

Lucky kid. I want that.

i want prang brush markers. why they are so hard to find, i do not know. true love? nah....more art supplies.

I want a fucking kiln. And lots of clay. And neat-o glazes. And time. Truckloads of it. I also want someone to be hopelessly in love with...it's such a great feeling. and of course, I want to just kiss someone. I really do. I wonder how someone would react to me just walking up to them and kissing them...fun? I think that if I see anyone that's a stranger...and I think that theyre pretty (male, or female, whichever) I will walk up to them, and tell them that they are. People need to be told that someone finds them beautiful.

It's been such a long time since I've been hopelessly in love, I wonder if I am even still capable of it anymore.I have a hard time even imagining that I could feel like that. Ever feel like you missed your chances?

You are too young to have missed your chance Sem,your just stuck out on that base too much.

It's true. People do need it. But, sadly, if someone were to walk up to a beautiful person and state the obvious, they would be dismissed as a street wierdo. It's a sad, sad world.

i want ass sex. i want my head to stop throbbing i want my cats to learn how to use the toilet

Patrick, we all want our cats to learn how to use the toilet, and not the pile of towls our kids insist on leaving on the floor, and only detectable when you are walking to the kitchen at night barefooted.................

I miss that hopelessly in love thing myself. I'd really like to fall head over fucking heels in love with a real woman. no psycho or emotional zero but a decent girl. I love her, she loves me. that would be cool. People always seem to think that the grass is greener on the other side and they're missing out on something. no ones ever satisfied it seems. ever see that seinfeld episode where they're discussing how ridiculous it is to say "God bless you " when somebody sneezes? they decide it would be much better to say "you are sooooooo good lookin'". I've always wanted to say that to someone other than friends who are in on the joke. a complete stranger in an elevator. could lead to insane love.

I want my 5th grade crush. i want ratings.pol to not be fucked up. i hope my dad doesn't notice that I accidentally screwed it up when trying to bypass the content advisor thing. god. he even had a screen saver pw up, this comp won't let you put on a bios pw. haha. oh well. wish me luck. or something. I want my goddamn bike tire to not have holes in it. I want to go for a walk on a starry night someplace wild...with someone.

I want my girlfriend back in the same city as me... I want to be in the same city as my girlfriend... I think that about sums it up...

I want...the cute boy I saw at dinner to like me. I want to feel...not so lonely. I want..to smile at the person walking by the window.

An oven thermometer. New knobs for the stove. A better stud finder. Frozen food. Curtains for the dining room. Shower curtain rings that are not metal or 'button ups' in clear or sparkles. Something to do on Monday and someone fun to do it with. The cat to clean its own litter box for once.

I'm having a moment of not wanting anything. It feels so good I wish I could be this way all the time. desire will resume early tomorow morning.

i want my ideals to be preserved. i want to be the one that he calls and talks to for hours about nothing. i want my cat to return from wherever she went. i want to turn back time. i want better self esteem. i want to be able to say no anytime i want to. i want to beat jon drenner up. throw a few punches. i want to be unpredictable.