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Shit you can pick them up in stores here, just walk in and the have a wall of them. Like buying shoes or something. |
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i tell you this because it would probably work on humans. |
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150$ for a good one. |
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I _really_ want one! |
today is my birthday. big fucking deal. my mom sent me $200, and i have to spend it on bills. she would be very upset if she knew. |
I want to be happy, I guess. There are little things, which, when added up, make happiness, and one BIG thing, which would equal utter happiness. |
cost? body.......$1299 lense.......$759 im fucked |
did i show you guys this? http://syrup.org/photos/october/lonny_me2.jpg that's Lonny, my personal long-term hero of all time. some dude at the gym came up to me the other day and said, "whoa, look at the guns on this girl!" it's probably time for me to stop bodybuilding because it's not even attractive at this point. after the cosmetic surgery (which, by the way, after seeing the polaroids that the surgeon took and submitted to my health insurance provider, they immediately agreed to pay for the proceedures in full) it's going to be really out of hand. but for some reason i don't care that it's unattractive. Lonny says the same thing about his own physique. he doesn't think being a bodybuilder is attractive, but he's competing in the spring, and he wants to win. it's about winning, pure and simple. this i totally understand. me, i just want to do it, because i'm addicted to the process of watching my body change, and i really wonder how far i can go. i won't be happy until i'm doing 25, one-handed push-ups. bigger, better, stronger. crazier!! mmmuuuaaahahahahah!! |
finals are next week. then it's finishing the molding so i can *finally* move downstairs after two years of work. |
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it's a beautiful day for a birthday here. |
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You look super Sarah,your efforts have really paid off.I admire your stamina. |
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thanks you guys. but what i'm saying is that... well, basically it's only a matter of time until i start, as you say Sem, getting cut. you've seen the photo of me flexing. i have very little else body fat to lose. if i lost even 10 more pounds, i wouldn't necessarily be at a body fat percentage of women bodybuilders who compete, but i seriously doubt i would feel healthy or could maintain that weight without unrealistic or maintainable behavior modification. it wouldn't feel healthy, and frankly, i'd hate to be that hungry all the time. in any case, that photo was taken mid-october. it's now early december and i'm *literally* two pants sizes smaller today than i was in that photo. the only thing between me and being cut is a couple pounds of fat and about 10 pounds of skin. once that's gone, maybe early next year, well... who knows? just have to wait and see. that's the exciting part, though. the addictive part. just got to remember to take it slow. being prone to overtraining, i really gotta reign myself in. who is Chyna again? i can't remember. |
rumored to be up for the female terminator in T3. |
All I really want is for people to just leave me alone. I'm sick of dealing with all this drama from California, I just want all of those people to stop harassing me, which is what it's starting to feel like. I came here to turn over a new leaf, kind of, and all this shit is just following me. I'm still really upset that Tom ever found Sorabji, because that's part of my problem. I just want to be left alone, and it's becoming this point of honor for him to be a shit to me, and I can't deal with it. It's really upsetting me, and I shouldn't let it, but it does anyway, and he knows, and that's why he keeps doing it. I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll just leave. I assume that once I leave, he will too, because he's here to piss me off. I don't know. I'm fucking undecided and mad and angry and cold. I just want everyone to leave me the fuck alone. |
I really dislike the assumption that I'm only here to annoy Isolde. It's not true, and I hope that that's apparent to most of the sorabjites. I like it here. *shrug* What else is there to say? Being a Sorabjite is and has been a very good healthy and laughter-inducing experience for me. I'm sorry that you think I'm only here to rain on your parade. I wish I could convince you otherwise. I like you just fine, Isolde. I really don't have any bones of contention to pick with you, except one: If you want a clean start, then come clean. You want people to love you for who you are, then be yourself. Many of the sorabjites I talk to off of the boards tell me how much they like and respect you. One or two may even have used the words "awe." Isn't that enough? I hope you stick around, and I hope that we can work out something mutually workable. However, aside from my standard week-long disappearances, I've no plans to stop posting to make you comfortable. |
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OH BY THE WAY.... CATTLE PRODS ON SALE HERE... AND I'M SELLING AT MARKED DOWN PRICES. 75$ And that includes your mailing cost... Email me your orders today... And if you give me about 3 days I can get you some pictures and info on them... Just email, and I will set up some order and payment info. BUY ONE FOR YOURSELF TODAY... AND THEY DO MAKE AN EXCELENT CHRISTMAS GIFT. |
I also want a knife. the two are unrelated. |
unrealistically, I want a scanner, a bass guitar, a drum machine thaat an idiot can use, lots of blank tapes. |
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home depot has them for 10 a pop. |
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not that many people have to put ducks away...i'm glad i don't have to anymore. |
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I have one that has the ZIPPO trademake symbol on the bottom and then says made in Niagra-Falls Ontario. Fucked up huh. |
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i really had to go outside, middle of winter, cold as hell on a good day...and i'd been working on the computer with my legs crossed so my knees fell asleep. funniest walk you'll ever see, other than a frantic run through the house wrapped in a towel. made in usa by chinese slaves. |
my family traditionally has a big meal at my grandmother's house, but last year was different. a few days before christmas i unsuccessfully tried to kill myself. my roommmate made me call my mother who had to find someone to come and get me because my roommate didn't want me staying by myself. so i had to stay at home for several days. on the morning of Christmas after my sisters had opened all of their presents i waited for a Christmas dinner. my mom was really sick and finally layed down about 12:30. my sisters were hungry so i warmed up some leftovers. later that afternoon my mom was feeling well enough to go see my grandfather, who was dying, in the hospital. this year it is my mother that is so close to death. i realize that i'm feeling sorry for myself, but... yeah... i should stop now. my expectations are lower this year. it will undoubtedly by my family's last christmas together. for next year does anyone want to adopt a 22 year old girl who will knit you a potholder if you invite her to dinner? |
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But right now, I'm not feeling so up to the weather... I'm not sick, just feeling pretty depressed... If you can make it to Billings, Montana for Christmas, I can promise you a big family dinner, and people who will want to spend some good ole' family quality time... Your welcome at our house for some Christmas dinner, and you can knit the potholder for us, but you don't have to. |
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Its not a link... I'm going to buy it at a store here... In my home town, and do the mailing... Cheaper that way. And you shouldn't get in trouble, people around here have them in their trucks and stuff... You don't need a licence to own one. |
I have no idea where I'll be next Xmas, but I want you all to attend, anyhow. Tentatively, it will be scheduled for New York. Where, exactly, I'm not sure. Yes. A big sorabji-feast. I like. For Xmas I want: A Bell_Jar at the dinner table. A living situation I can deal with (that is to say: a new roommate). and a job. |
with the exception of the mrs and two puddy cats. the suck ass part of that is we have to gather all of our shopping and whatnot and get it shipped prior to xmas...which is an utter pain in the ass. |
I've spent the last 4 Christmases by myself with my critters. I always get sort of depressed this time of year...I've blamed it semi- on that. But I kind of like spending them by myself too. I've never been a big fan of spending holidays with anyone elses family. You're an outcast no matter how hard they try to bring you in to it. This year I get to fly to my mamma's in New Hampshire. I think I'd be more excited about this except she hasn't sold the house in South Carolina yet so she has no furniture or anything in this little crappy apartment she's staying in. So my brother and I get to camp out for ten days on blow up mattresses. I think it's the ten days thing thats bugging me tho. I'm gonna miss my kitty. :( I'm happy though. I miss my mom and it's gonna be good with all three of us spending the holiday together. And I'll be back in time for New Years....and I have every intention of entering the new year completely sloshed. Aspirations. |
will take her mopey ass back to Idaho, and I can be left alone for 10 minutes at a time. This Xmas, I will be alone in an apartment in one of the 30 largest urban areas in America. and I can't wait. just hope I have a job by then. Otherwise, none of y'all get Xmas presents. |
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i just had a little day dream. next christmas/hannukah/kwaanza all the family strays here in sorabjiland will gather at Daniel's house with red door in St. Louis. daniel and i cook. oh boy, do we cook. sheila cooks, too. maybe she would come, if we asked nicely, and bake us pie. droopy is a kick-ass cook too, but he has a family and might prefer to be with them for the holidays. i would go early to St. Louis and daniel and i would spend the week making preparations for a gourmet holiday feast. we will include plenty of dishes for the vegans in our family. except the pastries, because - unless we're talking apple pie - baking is all about butter and eggs. and i would bake up enormously intricate and delicious desserts. there will be chocolate. we will decorate the house in tiny white lights and candles and spruce. and lots and lots of fresh flowers. there will be Secret Santa gifts, something along the lines of what Mail Art is all about. choose something from your house, something fun or silly or personal or whatever, wrap it up real pretty, and we'll toss 'em in a big pile. after dinner we'll drink eggnog or chai-nog with top shelf brandy and play strip poker until we're all naked and passed out on various surfaces of daniel's house at 4 in the morning. who's in? |
i'll bring ganja and put it all on film! nico will bring the wigs and her belly dancing expertise. did i tell you. she got four new wigs in china.....brings her wig count up to nearly 10. |
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pez, where do you live? |
dougie -- maglite headband? where would I get one! I love my little maglite, and tonight I'd planned to shop for a dumb little booklight for reading on a dark bus. if I could wear some goofy headband instead, that'd be great! maybe no one would sit by me! I'm getting a casio keyboard for christmas. it'll be so fun. |
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the top-flight scotch, for those of us who don't believe in brandy. And a tape recorder. heh. Pez: no offense, but... uh-uh. No Mervyn's or Fred Meyers for me, thanks. heh. Retail and I really don't get along, and I'd much rather find careerish employment. If I worked in retail, I would be scared into going back to school... there's no way I'm gonna sell socks for the rest of my life, y'know? ah, well. I s'pose it won't matter, anyhow, in 5 years. |
i never held a "real" job before mervyn's. i'm not the person to ask about finding a job. besides, retail is hard, especially those last two hours when nobody shops for shoes. 9 o'clock, wham! all the shoppers go home and i'm stuck tucking in laces for the next two hours. |
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I used to pass through boring on my way from estacada to sandy. I was very sad when the boring burger shut down. |
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can i change my order? what i'd like for xmas is not to be completely bored and/or mbivalent tonight on Yet Another Date with Male X. cyst, any recommendations or tricks of the trade you can share with me for dealing with boring, poorly matched, useless, or otherwise disappointing dates? |
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I have this theory, and it's one that I'm hoping is actually true. I think there may be an interesting person inside every intolerable bore. and it's a fine testament to the strength of your own personality if you can discover what animates someone else. it's pretty entertaining, I think, to see someone get excited about a topic. even if the topic is boring. (unless, of course, that topic has anything to do with collegiate or professional sports.) the thing about this approach is that it can require great amounts of mental energy. you have to be up for it. but there really has to be something that you and this other person have iin common that would be interesting to talk about. and if you find it, then you are immediately classified as an intelligent and fascinating and charming person by the other person. I mean, I can't promise that sparks will fly or anything, but dates with just about anyone can be entertaining and instructive if you try to figure the other person out, draw them out of the boring, familiar realm of current job, weather, what a nice city you live in. I recently met my boyfriend's family. father, stepmom, stepbrother, stepsister-in-law, her three kids, someone's grandparents, brother's girlfriend, etc. all on the same evening. I went over there with the mission to be thought of as more intelligent, charming, and interesting than his soon-to-be-ex-wife. (challenges are always fun.) I must admit that I couldn't get around to a few of them. I tried only a little to draw the grandparents out a bit about the landscape in southern oregon, but somehow that got them started on the blue angels, and I (failed and) had to leave the table. I knew the stepmom was an important one, and I complimented her on an old poolside photo. I asked her about her hippie phase, to which, I assured her, we were all entitled. I asked his father, an aerospace engineer, a poster he had of a certain satellite launch site that I know something about. I got to expound to his son about why it's easier for it's easier for satellites to be hurled into geosynchronous orbit if you launch them from the equator. and about the problems the international consortium that runs it are having, about the old soviet space program, etc. and I talked to another woman who had more than a little karen black about her about what it's like to be a cocktail waitress and, of course, how darling her two daughters are, etc. and I had a great time. truly. and apparently I am well-liked. ask him what his favorite hostess products are. I don't know about you, but I really like childhood stories. and even if you never want to see him again, wouldn't it be a little satisfying to know that he thought the world of you? |
can't wait to try it. in the next few weeks I plan to read "the sun also rises," "save me the waltz," "white noise," I forgot what else. |
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i'm becoming really tired of meeting new people simply because there's always that part about explaining the way i see it and why that makes me clever or funny or worth liking at all. i get into a conversation like that and i start looking for an avenue of escape. usually i'm drinking so i can always use going to get more drink or going to take a piss as my excuse. i guess it's not that bad, it's just that i can't stop the little play-by-play voice in my head from saying "here we go again". |
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Well thats not entirely true. Its good to have those numbers when you have a party. But the spiel does get old, "no im originally from atlanta...she's from NC..we met and .....blah blah blah blah blah blah" |
some poeple call my area clackamas, others boring, and even gresham. i live in the area in danger of being annexed by happy valley, i'd work on the damascus incorporation project if i had the time. but instead i spend all my free time online. could be worse. it was pretty neat when we first moved out here nine years ago, because my grandparents lived in their big old house in an agricultural area only two miles away. since then, there's been their move to a retirement home and the fabrication of andregg parc. my grandparents home is rented out by my uncle and the pastures are growing nursery stock. the town is coming to the country, and it's not particularly pleasant. why can't we have a bus out here, for crying out loud??? |
here's a good article on talking to people. it's about terry gross. http://www.newsday.com/ap/text/entertainment/ap860.htm |
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Still plenty of water to wash the remnant chocolates off. And at least one multi-person sized shower. And the power is IN the water, right Sarah? (salt for negativity optional) I would have the chinking fixed by next year, and may be a little tiny cabin retreat with stove completed by next year, yes. What I want for Christmas this year: health to us all, safety for my wonderfilled children, remission of colon cancer for my best friend's mother, the shoe lady's cell phone number, and an erotic poem of pink coral sand from someone's favorite beach. Oh, I didn't forget: some few moments of privacy at the airport parking garage as I open packages from a certain Wildlife Warden. |