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The brand new I bought two months ago, I had to wait for the old one subscription to be expired, so I can install the Anti-Virus software onto two laptop at the same day. So, everything is running smooth. Geez, I still hated the new one, it makes me fumble over with the keyboard, I liked the old one better. All for now. |
yesterday i went to pegaso mexican diner. it's run by a woman named monica who was born a man named eduardo. some damn good enchiladas. |
I am not for sure what do you mean, " it's run by a woman named monica who was born a man named eduardo. some damn good enchiladas"? |
arlington. farther than my lazy ass is willing to travel. i'm not sure what's causing you confusion. it's a restaurant owned by a woman who was born a man who had a sex change operation. she specializes in enchiladas, which is a dish native to mexico. |
I am not sure why you mentioned about restaurant owned by a lady who undergoes sex change. Where did you get the crazy idea? Anyway, today, I went out of town going to Chicago to beat boredom and didn't want to fall asleep while not doing anything. You got to do something. but, anyway, I happened to notice the same guy who I saw him a week ago after I visited the Crown Fountain. I saw him played a "Backpack Acoustic" guitar, along with the cardboard sign that said " Needs help I am 45 dollars short for trip back to Colorado". But today, I walked on the same corner and happened to see the same slick son of bitch who was playing the same backpack acoustic, but this time, his cardboard said " Starving Artist". When he happens to see me looking at him, he shied away from me. I was having some thoughts whatever if these peoples are either are taking advantage or actually a homeless. My mind tells me something to do the same things: Dress up like a lady and make a sign that says : Crossdresser guy needs $$ for Sex Change. |
all times. I can take droop to the Arlington Frys as long as his chair can fit in the back of my Smart car. :) |
mentioned going to mcdonald's. pegaso had recently opened up near the place i work, which is on a "traffic circle." we consider ourselves a neighborhood of businesses. monica is kind of well- known in the dallas-fort worth area. this was the first time i had met her in person. honestly--if i ever get a laptop, it'll probably be from walmart. |
droopy, I am struggling with my identity disorder. It is not a easy task all due to the weather change. When the weather changes, my personality changes too. |
for yourself. fort worth, being such a small city, doesn't really have lots of pan handlers who sit on corners asking for money. i can cover the length and breadth of the city easily in a wheelchair, so it's not hard for cops to do it on foot or bikes and shoo off any "beggars". we had one, that i remember: very old, black, in a wheelchair, and sort of an institution. he'd sit on a corner on main street with a cup next to him. not even asking for money; he'd just nod and smile as people went by and they either put some money in his cup or didn't. anybody who does ask for money is generally just passing through. in fact, they often ask for "bus fare" because the need to get back to dallas or wherever they can think of. the other line is that they've been traveling since (some other state) and the need money for food. occasionally, someone will "help me" with my wheelchair - come up behind me and start pushing without my knowing, which is dangerous - and ask for money. i give people money, but not always. there were times when i didn't and regretted it. and other times, like when a young able-guy comes up to me and i know he's gonna hit me up, i beat him to the punch and beg for money first. sad cripple boy that i am. it always sends them away. don't know what to say about your identity disorder. i have a disorder of my own. i wish i could say something useful. maybe i just don't know enough. tell us more. |
generous. it all comes back to you anyway, and you don't really need money anyways unless you are saving for an enchilada or sex change operation. glad to find you and droop and anti still hanging around here. I've been gone forever it seems. Life. Took all my money they did. |
croatia to bicycle the countryside got into an accident. she was on the trails, and took a fall. the people she was with were ahead of her and didn't see it happen; she has no memory of it. she was found by another group of bikers. she had a serious concussion, so serious that they had to go in surgically to relieve pressure on her brain. she's still in croatia, resting up in a bed and breakfast. things could be worse. got a call from my mother today. she had gotten a call from my sister telling her that my (our) father had been diagnosed with cancer (lymphona) and had to go into chemotherapy immediately. on the bright side, i found a gift credit card in a box last night. when i checked it online, it still had $4.59 left on it. so i used it to buy some cheap walgreens wine. before that i had gone to the library to drop off some books. checked out a book called "sputnik sweetheart". |
I went out to Burger King for usual out to eat after long week of busy work. I decided to stop by Home Depot and browsing throughout the aisles. I was having some thought about building my cabin or hide-a-way bunker. Did any of you purchased the powerball? |
it. But I am no fun. |
it. But I am no fun. |
advise against it. |
to my worthy colleagues. just wanted to mention- saturday i was on the southeast side of town, just a block from the bus/train station. a guy, who was coming from the direction of the station, came up to me and said: "how do get to the county jail?" he was a little older than me, disheveled in an old t-shirt and old jeans and seemed nervous. of course, i was momentarily confused; how many times do total strangers come up to you and ask directions to a jail? the jail is on the north side of downtown (the opposite side we were on)and i gave him the two options 1) go up 3 blocks to main; you can see the tarrant county courthouse in the distance; walk that way till you hit it, then ask. 2) keep going down the street he was on till he hit a cop station on 5th, then ask. he thanked me and ran off. i don't know which way he went. but i wonder, now, what was going on. i guess he got news of a friend that had been locked up. |
Normally, I don't play Powerball or Megamillion, unless the stakes are higher. I bought one drawing and didn't win, so the rollover is next tuesday drawings. Damn this brand new laptop. I am having trouble with it! |
hour. it's this show that comes on public radio where different people tell a story on a theme. today's them was "overcoming obstacles" or something. one story was about a guy who lost both legs in a mountaineering accident and went on to create innovative prosthesis for amputees. another was about a model from the phillipines who was born male and found her true self when she came to america and had a sex change. it's not really for any of us to say whether or not you should have a sex change. but we support you if you do. |
I was doing research on "Ruby on Rails", Powershell and MySql. Hope to hear from you guys. |
past 4 days. no computer or wi-fi or nuthin'. possibly convinced my 71 year old mother to try pot. woke up the first morning to find a scorpion crawling on my foot. met my sister and her family at an italian winery/restaurant in a town called driftwood. drank too much. |
What kind of scorpion was that? I rested enough over the weekend, but I have some concern about me sleeping more than three hours during the naptimes last saturday. Should I be concerning about my health? I mean, when I am not doing anything and fall asleep. |
her say she wanted to smoke pot. we were sitting on the deck and i brought up the fact that travel- writer rick steves was on "wait wait don't tell me" recently, and said that he was for the legalization of pot. he's a board member of norml and everything. my mother wasn't morally against pot, so she found that interesting. my cousin (sally) and i talked about our days smoking pot and our pro-legalization feelings. i, by the way, was never much of a smoker. if it was offered to me, i smoked i; i never spent money on it. anyway, i had my uke with me, and played a few of the old 1920s jazz "reefer songs" that are in my repertoire. she felt the calling. also, she was a bit drunk; she had shown up at the farm house with a crate of wine. it was a striped bark scorpion. itty-bitty thing, but unpleasant if it stings you. |
Well, if I recalled my first pot experience at my high school day in Dallas, yes, it is in Dallas, Texas! If I get caught, I would definetly get suspended. |
at the house. usually, it's when somebody brings a "city dog" down there. people leave them outside at night, and wake up to the dog reeking of skunkstink. once, my aunt woke up to find her dog sitting forlornly on the porch with a face full of porcupine quills. |
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inches. a north american porc has 4 inches tops. as they say, it's not the size.... google "porcupine vs dog". |
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as i helping load the girls in the car on their way to school. the sun was up, but barely. granted, i didn't have my glasses on. it could have been a baby opossum. after much debate, i decided to go to acl fest this friday. saturday i'm going stand up paddleboarding, and then to a move (alone!!), and then out to eat at my favorite restaurant with senor. sunday we start getting ready to take off for our annual group beach vacation. we're using a babysitting service this year. that's all, i guess. |
battered dove on the sidewalk later that afternoon. had some rain last night. this afternoon i saw a batch of evening-star rain lilies by the sidewalk. never saw those downtown before. |