sunday night shopping: eggs yeast cat food sprouts aluminum foil perrier butter

I just had sprouts for dinner last night... The only thing I bought to day was a Mt. Dew... ...but it was good.

I just want to know...is the butter for the cat food or the aluminum foil?

last night i purchased, fake canadian bacon, two kaiser rolls, sharp cheddar cheese, two packages of strawberries, and an orange. this morning i made cleo a smoothie for breakfast.

last week's shopping list: Butane Milk Bricks Dish Towels Potholders Parrafin Wax Cheese

uh dope soy delicious icecream cookie things beer oh yeah, tonight is WCW. so: porterhouse steaks sourdough bread mushrooms

roses cobalt blue votive candle holders eight hour votives shrimp platter for six from Red Lobster sandalwood creme dragon's blood four blue feathers from a heron tickets for Hawaii at Christmas

also got new red potatoes last night. oh, and didn't watch WCW. but the playboy with the chyna spread came. chyna has man-ass.

Did you know that the Playboy Bunny outfit is the only service uniform to have recieved a patent from the US Patent Office?

one bourbon one scotch one beer

pears vegan chocolate pasta garlic that's todays list. I have a lot of groceries right now. I don't want to buy more, in case I get the house. I find out tommorrow. Sorabjiites, now and in the hour of my sin, pray for me.

You didn't miss much on WCW, although the bit where Beetlejuice (from Howard Stern) grabbed Jeff Jarrett's balls was superb. Pretty crappy night for wrasslin' all around. The Dudleys didn't even bring out a table.

pasta often times is made with eggs and/or milk.

chinatown: chicken livers red bell peppers green onion daichon green tea dried mushrooms canned squid

Um...thank you? Except I have nothing to thank you for, because I took that as kind of an insult. I'm not a bloody idiot for chrissakes.

today I bought a pound of jamon serrano ($19.99) and two boxes of italian breadsticks ($2.19 each) I also bought half a pound of green beans (75 cents), which I ate raw. I also had most of a disappointing tomato that cost way too much ($2.99 a pound). and a good fresh roll for 70 cents.

polished mahogany slender tapers hair all tangled two dozen children yelling mommy slow jazz butterfly slabs of purpleheart a feather file for my dozuki someone to make dust with

Three quarters of a ton of tumbled bluestone two yards of stone dust White Teeth The new Armistead Maupin

Wanting the new house, so I can buy the accesories to make my hole as sterile as possible. I hate the dust in this dump.

if you find a source for holy bluestone, let me know. thanks. I can send plenty of dust to anyone who asks. I need about 24 tons of limestone boulders for new walls. Don't send UPS Collect.

balloons party hats party horns streamers gin vodka vermouth cranberry juice lime juice triple sec bags of ice meats for bbq

"so I can buy the accesories to make my hole as sterile as possible" please send before/after photos of your hole. thanks.

I thought you'd already seen at least one of J's holes, Nate? You are such a greedy boy.

No holes,just ass.

i want some ass

$320/oz

Is that for the good quality imported shit?

the best is 100% USA domestic mountain grown ass. i only deal in the best.

I"m mountain grown. But I don't think my grade is 100%.

i met a boy in the grocery store tonight. Shawn. he said something about my ass in the first 2 minutes of conversation. i don't even have a good ass. trust me, it's not even nice to look at naked. i have a big detroit booty. it's not a wide ass, but it's definitely Out There. we're talking *major* back. i was in my sweaty work-out gear, shivering in the cold section, having just come from the gym. he said, "you're either down with the buns of steel tape or it's the soul food." both, i replied, laughing, blushing, covering my face with my hands. "don't be shy," he said. i'm ready to accept that my butt is a force of nature to be reckoned with, which is why i wasn't even put off by his silly fixation. i thought it was funny and i just couldn't stop laughing. if i had a dollar for every time someone has said something about my ass, i'd be retired and sipping rum drinks in the carribean. my big fat ugly booty. probably the least attractive thing about my physique. hrm. i don't think he's actually going to call, though he did get my number, and yes, i did give it to him, because why not. getting picked up in the grocery store is just too obvious. he left and i was still lingering in the vegetable section, and a guy in clean surgeon's scrubs started hitting on me too. fuckin' weird. i go to the grocery store all the time looking like Maghar the Moth Ball Queen and typically i can move through the ailes with little or no attention at all. should check my horrorscope. i bought: steak pork tenderloins 2 carrots big island sprouts gin raspberry stolis extra dry vermouth a bottle of really good champagne a bottle of really good red zin cranberry juice cranberry sauce soda water tofu poke cottage cheese sliced deli turkey milk buttermilk (for droopy's cake recipe) guiness (ditto) blackberries (ditto)

short chicks with big butts. right on.

* in a voice reminiscent of "Macho Man" Randy Savage* Ain't nothing wrong with some fine big Detroit booty, oh yeah!

i find that the chicks with the greatest asses think they have big ugly butts. maybe it's my taste in ass. i touched one this morning. not my own either. it was nice. nice ass.

I always hated my ass. I mean really. My family seems to have an inherent bubble butt syndrome. In high school, some of the girls I hung out with, (who were also black) told me I had a black ass. I was never able to take it as a compliment til recently. Only in the past two years have I started to wear clothes that cling. Before I used to wear clothes 2 sizes to big for me just so I could hide my body. I rubbed my own booty this morning. Doubt it was as nice tho.

who you callin' short? you better watch out... being lower to the ground means a more advantageous center of gravity, anchored by the big fat butt. AND i can do the triangle push-ups now. a LOT of them. so step back. beware the short chicks.

RAH! Beware the short! I love being two inches over the height of a legal midget!

Well,I'm short,too.But a force to be reckoned with.Never under estimate petite women. and I think the bubble butt syndrome stems from the Hotentot tribe.[Sem could probably help me here,with the genetics]

i can do 40 diamonds, pick your li'l bubble-butt six feet off the ground, then drop-kick your ass into the endzone without even breaking a sweat. bring the noise, puss-dumpling. you ain't ready for this.

i wish i had more butt. then i could sit comfortably on bleachers without a cushion. i'll be happy with what i have, instead.

whats the legal height of a midget? and can i just tell you how happy i am that it's socially acceptable to wear platform shoes again?

trust me, my podling, i'm ready. you've seen the photos. that's all i got to say about that. btw, nate? it's definitely your taste in ass.

maybe so. but find me a chick who thinks she has a great ass.

4'10" My ass is perfectly acceptable to me. It's everyone else who has a problem with it. I got more Smints today, anyone who didn't get any the last time around, type me again!

i like my ass now. i even went and bought meself a lil leathah skirt so i can scare the freshmen tonight.

Hmm. I'm too tall. I must be an illegal midget. Why is there a "legal" midget cutoff? Are there tax benefits?

disability benefits.

oh, right. Forgot about that. Oops. I have a friend who's pretty close.

Yup. It would be pretty cool. Of course, it would be lame to waste money on someone who was four foot ten when there are people with actual medical problems who need disabilty money. But I would love to be able to know that I _could_ get disability for being short.

Short people got no reason... Short people got no reason... Short people got no reason to live... They got... little hands, little eyes. They walk around tellin' great big lies... ...

i swear to god what the fuck is going on. one hour ago: i'm standing on the corner in front of Heidi's Downtown Bistro waiting for my friend to meet me for lunch. three guys are walking down the street. one local poi dog, one haole guy, one black guy - a wandering benetton ad. you know which one i notice. he makes eye contact with me. we smile. they keep walking. he looks back. more smiles. keep walking, farther away. one more smile. then i get embarrassed and turn the other way. a few moments later i hear "hello" in my ear. and he's standing next to me. i turn around, and the two guys he was with are all the way down at the end of block sitting on a bench, waiting for him and watching. the talk is small and to the point. his name is Ron, he works behind the building where i'm about to have lunch. yes, i gave him my business card. and yes, we agreed it was totally cheesy. he did not say anything about my butt, but he did look at it, openly. anyone got the libra horoscope this week? shit like this never happens to me. but twice in two days? preposterous. it must be because i'm turning 30 in less than a week. that's the only thing i can think of.

Yay Sarah! Good luck? Ron, hunh? I've never met anyone in real life who's named Ron. I thought Ron was kind of a fictional name, you know, the kind of name you hear about but never actually encounter...

Oh, and... Libra: (Sept. 23--Oct. 23) Your plan to commit the perfect crime is flawed in one important aspect: Sitting on the couch watching football all weekend is not illegal. Courtesy of The Onion.

My cousin goes out with a Ron. He looks like Charles Manson. He's in his 30's, shes 20. Coming up to Christmas last year my aunt is doing the count on who is coming to lunch. I pipe up and ask if Ron will be sitting at the kids table or with the grown-ups. She tried to be angry but ended up laughing

aquarius: (jan. 20--feb. 18) you will score a ton of free advertising when your prostitution bust is exposed on the local community channel. i'm probably around a foot and a half taller than you, isolde, when i'm wearing my boykiller shoes. one of the disadvantages of being so very tall. short skirts end up being extremely short. as in you have to be careful in what undies you wear...sigh. someday, just someday, i'd love to be able to walk into an ordinary store, and be able to buy an ordinary pair of pants, and have them cover my ankles without any mishaps. it's a pipe dream.

this morning before going to the office i baked a chocolate fudge walnut brownie cake with blackberry creamcheese frosting. it's for a girl at my office, it's her birthday today. i'm not going to eat any though. i'm rocking this weekend and gotta save up for the sloth and gluttony coming up all next week.

i told lavernis last night that he was shit out of luck, that i had two beautiful black men hit on me in less than 24 hours. you know why? he asked me. no, why. because you have a black butt, he informed me. that will be one dollar, please.

you sexy bitch. may you never lack beautiful black men.

oh nate. i love you. you've made my day.

Ron just called. i thought it was going to be Kevin, so i didn't answer. Ron! what a weird name. i'm going to Indigo for a martini. maybe he will come with me.

sarah, you have to be one of my favorites on here. (Nate sucks, and I've already seen pictures of Patrick's weenie) I was talking to someone (don't remember who) about dating people "outside-your-race". I realized I've never dated anyone black before. I've dated a guy who came over from Germany, and a guy who came over from Italy...but most of my boyfriends have been total white-bread. So I was trying to figure out why. Because it's not like I don't find black men attractive. I've seen many good looking black guys. Maybe it's just that I haven't found enough emotionally in common with the ones I find attractive physically. Then that gets me into the whole "I'm in the South" thing where everyone is seperated. I mean, growing up in New England, I had lots of friends with different colored skin than me. It didn't matter. We were all pretty much on the same level. We were all middle class, educated...blah blah blah. And then I move to South Carolina, and then to Virginia, and I find that there's so much seperation. Economically, most of the blacks around here are in the lower class category. A lot of them don't get out of high school. I'm not saying all of them. My college has a very high black student population. There's just a hell of a lot more seperation between races down here than I experienced up north. God, this is such a hard topic to write about because you're always afraid you're going to offend someone. It really shouldn't be so hard to talk/write about. That's how we work through racial issues right? And yet, even as I'm writing this, I'm trying to be completely careful what words I use....but I know someone's probably gonna get pissed at me anyway. It just shouldn't be like this. Anyway, soapbox. But my point is, I'd date a black guy if I met one I clicked with. So far tho, on the romance base, it hasn't happened yet.

You realize that whole rant stemmed from me talking about my behind right?

and you realize that on a topic titled "Grocery lists" the discussion is about ass and black men?

this is the way it goes.

i wouldn't expect any less from the likes of you people.

another week of hell, this time with an audience, starting in t minus 5 hours, 13 minutes, 20 seconds. . .

ha. i find that so funny. 'outside your race'. I always tick 'other' on forms and write New Zealander. Cause surely if you've emigrated or grown up somewhere that makes you a wherever-er, or a whereever-ise.

I tick "other," also. Once they called me and asked me about it. I hung up.

thanks Kalliope :) you rock the boards, girl. so here's the deal. every sentence below should be prefaced with the phrase "in sarah's experience", so that nobody thinks that i'm generalizing to the entire population. this is a really difficult thing to articulate, but i find that men of ethnicity, whether it's black or local guys, have a deeper level of what i'll call soulfulness in their existence than most of the caucasian men i've ever known and/or dated, or as i fondly refer to them as Stiff White Guys. IN MY EXPERIENCE, i've found that men of ethnicity are more loyal, more grounded, more respectful, more interesting, more varied; they understand family, the importance and soulfulness of family; their friendships are deeper; they are more emotive, passionate, artistic, open minded. it's not that i haven't met white guys like this as well, they are just fewer and farther between. and if they do have all of those qualities, i find that, in spite of that, they still tend to be flakier overall. that might be because for a long time i was sucked into the whole neo hippie thing. it was good for me, for a while. lots of white kids who had a sense of spirit, spirituality, meaning, connectedness, some who even had a lot of soulfulness. also, a lot of flakes. the reason i'm attracted to local guys and black guys *generally speaking* is because, in a sense, i think i'm trying to make up for everything that i lacked in my own family, in my own experience growing up. i grew up in a white family in a lower middle class neighborhood in detroit. i saw big, strong families all around me, but didn't have one of my own. my parents were both several times married and divorced. people who said that they loved me or said that i was family to them came and went and came and went again. there was no groundedness, no loyalty, no such thing as Family Tradition. no markings of any of the binds of the families around me. many of my childhood memories are of television commercials, babysitters, frozen dinners. no more of that, man! no more, never again. i want my life to be a soulful experience. i want my relationships to be a soulful experience. i live in a very local poi dog mixed neighborhood in honolulu. on sunday evenings (they'll be coming around any minute now...) my neighbors and i all visit each other, share food from our gardens, we all know each others' pets names. the kids and grandkids of the folks across the street live only a few houses away, and the kids come over and swing in the hammock that hangs from the mango tree in my front yard; they chase my cats around and i make them muffins. when they come around selling huli huli chicken and candy and girl scout cookies to raise money for school programs and whatnot, i always buy. the elderly japanese man down the street calls me Mrs. Haole and sometimes makes small bonzai arrangements and brings them over. the local chinese lady up the street comes over every once in a while to pick the plumerias from my tree to make leis, because her daughter takes hula. i have a feeling if i lived in the richer, whiter neighborhoods out in hawaii kai where there are walls around most people's homes and they drive mercedes and bmw's, sundays wouldn't be as much fun. maybe they would, but i doubt it. so what i'm saying is that, no matter what the *color of the skin* or brand of ethnicity i am attracted to anything that exudes that kind of soulfulness. the stiff white guys can keep their golf clubs and country clubs and their girlfriends with acryllic nails and hairdos and tennis bracelets or whatever else they think is important. to me there is more to wealth than money. we all need money, but even if you're not wealthy you can still live a life rich in soulfulness. of course, both would be ideal, but again... if i had to choose, i'd choose soul. i could only be so lucky someday to deserve to make a family with someone who gets that and wants to cultivate that soulfulness with me. i hope i don't sound prejudiced, but maybe i do, and maybe i am. i hope i'm not. i give everyone a fair chance, at least i'd like to believe that. i hope i haven't made any Stiff White Guys angry. i love you all, i really do. i just don't want to date you. k? mmmmwah.

today on my way home from the gym i bought at the farmers market: two red bell peppers $.75 chinese parsley $.25 a bag of purple japanese eggplants $1.00 a tomato $.25 a red onion $.69/pound a bag of yellow onions $1.00 two oranges $.75 romain lettuce $.75 four lemons $1.00 four limes $.80

btw, the milk drinker was a very nice person and we are still friends, but in the end he really was a stiff white guy.

today, for lunch i bought sea eel sushi. it's good stuff. my coworkers thought i was crazy, but i think the novelty was better than the food itself. didn't taste too exotic to me. on the other hand, i fully enjoyed the dab of wasabi and the pickled ginger that was included.

See, now that's what I want someday. I want to be able to stop moving, to curl up in a little house, and have a community around me. That sounds so absolutely perfect Sarah. I sort of have it now. Sort of. I live in this apartment complex that takes up the entire block of the street we're on. It isn't actually a whole building...it's divided into sections. There's four teeensy little apartments per section. And we're all friends. (Well most of us--I have rednecks directly next door to me.) We go out to dinner together....6-10 of us at a time. We sit on the back porches drinking beer and laughing at everything. When something's wrong, I know I always have someone's shoulder I can go cry on. We take care of eachother's animals. Pretty neat for being in an apartment--just a sign of transit. I even have this 80 year old neighbor who sings me Johnny Cash songs and sticks my name into it whenever he possibly can. But I'm nowhere near ready to settle yet. I'm trying to talk Clinton to follow his juggling partner to San Francisco in January. So I can tag along. Or Las Vegas. Or Boulder. I just wanna go somewhere. I think when I finally settle down though--when I finally become that person who is content to be away from the city (and I know it'll happen some day) I wanna go to Vermont again. Own a farm, have a huge Great Dane, go skiing after work. Fantasies, even if they're just little things, have this incredible ability to make me smile when I think about them. I'm not gonna talk about the racial issue anymore because I'm a coward and can't. Because I know if I missuse my words...they get jumped on. Like above in moonit and isolde's posts. Not saying there's anything personal there..but that was exactly the point I was trying to make. It's so hard to talk about subjects like that, because someone will always read something into the language you use. But I guess that point was missed in favor of commenting on the language. I see your point about wanting men with soul. I have such a hard time not getting tired of the white-bread boys I've sometimes dated. For the past couple of years I've been on this artistic kick- i.e. (in most cases--there have been exceptions--and those are the ones that end up in my head instead) emotional boys who are easy to stomp. They're real interesting in the beggining. Deep. Into life. Whatnot. But then there's this pattern...a depression..a bad history. And I think that's why so many young'uns become artists. To release pain from something before. I know it's why I went into writing. Thing is, and this is the kick, there's so few who are actually able to use their talent for that. The ones who actually can take their emotion and give it a solid form--so that when you look at it, read it, touch it, you can feel that.....well that's what makes an artist good in my opinion. But again, I digress. I have this habit of wanting to dominate the person I'm with--so maybe that's why I date white-bread-wussies. Clinton is the first one I've dated that I've never actually had the desire to change--even subconciously. (Although I reaaaaaalllly wish he'd shave those muttonchops off again) Actually, yesterday, he had a show at the Children's Festival. (He juggles, eats fire...etc. etc.) And I was watching him and I was thinking... God damn. I'm proud that I love that man and he loves me. When normally I might be like, "Oh, yea I love him, but shhhhhh. Soul isn't just a skin color thing I don't think. I think it's being in touch with one another and the world around you and the things you hold important. It's true. Not fake. I laughed when you mentioned the hippy kids. I used to live with this 40-something year old woman who practiced Reiki and lived in "perfect harmony" with the world around her. The whole town was flooded with patchouli. It made me sick. In trying to be so open minded--that whole metaphysical scene sometimes tends to be just as cheese. But I've seen it go the other way too. My god. I just rambled. Sorry.

but it was kinda like a mental grocery list.... uherm

I have a little community starting here. We're like a family, six or seven of us, and we do a lot together, eat at each other's houses, watch movies, etc.

kalli - I didnt think I jumped. And I must of rewritten that post about four times till I got it to sound non-offensive. stupid huh.

i don't think you jumped, either, moonie. people take things how they take them, regardless.

Yea, I didn't think I jumped either. In fact, if anything, it was a digression from the conversation, since I was discussing how I don't agree with the constant need to put people in racial boxes... You _so_ didn't jump, moonie.

*wiping brow* yay. Isolde any kiwi candy yet? I don't like to argue or be involved in confrontation things.

I wasn't being confronational in the slightest. So really, there's no need to get too offended about it.....but out of that entire little ramble..that's what gets picked up on...and the fact that you rewrote it four times, sort of proves my point. Whatever my point was... I've forgotten it now. It's fall and cold outside and I couldn't be happier.

you all fucking suck.

you bet pal! yeah i suck, i suck real hard, real good. im the suckiest suck to ever walk this suckland with you suckfaces. i suck so good, peeps want to pay me to suck. considering im such a sucker i never take em up on it complimentary sucks but yeah your right i suck real bad

I suck better than all of you. No, no kiwi candy...There were icicles outside my door this morning! I was tempted to put them in housemate's bed.

I have to agree with Nate's assement of the situation. You are all a bunch of suckmonkeys sucking the suck right out of suck. You suck so bad that you can't even suck. I suck so much that I can't even write anything witty about suck and it sucks. Hey Nate, didja direct that at me? Well fuck you baby.

I don't like to argue or be involved in confrontation things.* This was a general statement about me and not directed at anyone or saying anything about any comment being this way. man. tough crowd. suckwits

I've noticed that about you Moonit,one of the things I like about you.Sometimes we just read things wrong,I've done it too,huh Swine:)Peace and Love.

a comment made to a trumpet player at a jazz camp in hawaii: "my, you play with a powerful vacumn." and the reply: "thanks." ever proving the superiority of flutes over trumpets.

Nah. Flutes and trumpets are equal, in my mind. I'm not much of a wind person. Everyone misreads things.

not being a wind person, how could we possible credit you with being able to suck and suck well? every good sucker knows the value of wind in the suck

i had lunch with the Ron yesterday. he brought me a flower. it was fun, he is a really sweet guy. but he lives way on the other side of the island. maybe he will call again, i'd like to get to know him better. he makes me a little nervous, but not in a bad way. he kisses good though. that's a plus. the booty guy called, but he was too creepy. tomorrow is a big day. i'm sure there will be a big grocery list coming up. i definitely don't suck. well, at least not lately. but i'm seeing someone about it, so it'll be all right.

a trumpet has valves, so the air only comes out through the bell. it is nearly impossible to create any suction while playing the flute. (1) it has keys where air exits, and (2) playing the flute is similar to blowing a bottle. naaa...i'll post my full explanation of the flute some other time...it'll be fun.

I played the trumpet years ago. Then I found out I was MUCH better at hitting things. Not to say I'm GOOD at hitting things, just better. My mother was talked into playing the Trombone when she was young, but all she wanted to play was the flute.

everytime i see the name ron i get 'a do ron ron ron a do ron ron' stuck in my head. thanks j ; ) comes from growing up with mrs pick-a-fight-over-anything, and various men she's shacked up with over the years

hitting things? how do you get a drummer off your doorstep?

get some bongos and play really really badly

pay for the pizza!

ice bananas nuts strawberries whipped cream beer triple sec film sushi platter beef ribs ROCK N ROLL HOOCHIE COOOOOOOOOOO

beef ribs? man. pork ribs. pork ribs. that's where it is at.

Has anybody ever ate dry ribs?Where they use alot of spices instead of sauce?Those are sooo good.

i have issues with eating ribs!

what are your issues with eating ribs!

I had some yummy scrummy pigs bummy ribs ages ago that had a marinade containing Coca Cola. Has anybody heard of that recipe or am I just making it up in my pretty little head?

i just don't like eating food off a bone.....if i don't have too. it seems terribly barbaric. now before you open pandora's box on my processed ass, just accept that i have an issue....thats all... put alongside my girl fart issues too.... i have heard of recipes that use cock..er coke... i'm not surprised. beer, whisky, sherry, these are all used to make marinades. one of my most favorite oddball marinade/sauces is mole' which has a chocolate base....you would never know it...but damn if its not good on some chicken enchiladas

when we went camping in highschool we'd always eat ribs like animals. ripping the flesh and tossing the bones over our shoulders. good times. we'd also summon drunk bikers to our camp site by tossing stolen chem-lab chemicals into the camp fire.

when my friend took me out for prime rib lunch a couple days ago he called me Saber Tooth Girl. i had meat juice dripping down my chin. how's that for barbaric. yeah. eating meat off the bone... ahem.

if you said the phrases "meat juice down my chin" and "eating meat off the bone" to me in person i'd probably gain an erection.

duly noted.

i'd probably vomit issue #437 references to genitalia as meat products

pussysteak. NO YOU ARE.

I'd give you an odd look and clutch my bag of baby carrots closer.

all praise the baby carrot! (i went to red robin with my sister, parents, grandparents and for a second considered ordering a steak. but then i thought, "naaaah...i won't enjoy it very much and then i'll worry about what i'd done"...so i ordered a gardenburger instead.)

I am instantly attracted to anyone named Ron. they're manipulative. sometimes in a good way, and sometimes not. I stereotype based on names.

I do it too. I feel terrible doing it, though. When I think of Patrick, I think of a tall skinny guy with lots of ends sticking out who somehow manages to look good in drag.

i've never been in drag, and im not sure what you mean by "ends sticking out" ...i suppose im pretty penis-centric, body langauge anyway.....and i do have knuckles that drag the concrete...so....

Exactly. Just like all the parts of the Patrick don't fit together.

they don't isolde my cock belongs to a Clydesdale my arms belong to an orangutan (spell?) my legs belong on a gazelle and my head belongs in a jar, on top of the washington monument, ruling all of you fucks

i sorta miss the whiny, defensive patrick who wrote using a lot of ellipses. what have you done with him?

he left with Lucy.... i've gotten more relaxed and have attempted be less judgemental over the last year.

*smile* Well, Patrick...you see what I mean. Disporportion is everything.

"ellipses"is a cool word.

It is...people should use them...more often.

fuck you... you ass.

at the bookstore: 1 scantron 1 3.5" disc case at freddy's: 1 hawaiian ken 1 pkg ken shoes 2 pkgs mini egg rolls 1 cherry coke 1 cosmo at safeway: 1 squirt gun 1 box kitten chow 1 welch's grape soda 1 pint chocolate mint ice cream 1 pkg of small matchboxes

I recently bottle a bottle of catnip-scented bubble liquid. Only one cat seems to get it, the others are afraid of the bubbles.

half-and-half skim milk eggs kosher soup tubes ($0.89 each and they're good for 2 meals) tea biscuits tea (earl grey, decaf) cocoa marshmallows (why do we say "marshmellows"? or is it just me?) flowers peaches edy's frozen strawberry popsicles (where oh where are the jello pudding pops? have they been discontinued?) napkins an alarm clock that doesn't scare me to death when it buzzes a long screw that can fit into the hole in the vacuum cleaner a floor-length mirror tea candles

did you move out Rhiannon? you are in DC now right? what are doing, whats new? I was always under the impression you lived with your folks, wait, you graduated this past June right? what are you up to?

i had a bagel and cream cheese and some nasty ass caramel coffee for breakfast. i always forget to have lunch and then wonder why im imbalanced later in the day... stresssssssssssssssss

Orange inhaler! Orange. New. Flovent. Very excting. Orange.

Whoa. Yeah, I moved out at the end of August. I live outside of DC (Greenbelt). I work outside of DC (Bethesda). My job is new. My apartment's new. My bed is new. My desk is new. Some of my clothes are new, but not my shoes. My life is new. My job position is new. Because of this, I frequently find myself with nothing to do here. Like right now. But when I am working, I like it. I really like the people I work with. I've decided I don't want to go into library science, though. I'm thinking of an MS/MA in pastoral counseling. Loyola U. in upper Maryland has one of the best pastoral counseling programs in the country. I was checking out their courses during one of my free moments...one class' final paper is a spiritual autobiography. Is that not cool? My dad's coming to visit me this weekend. He seems excited to see me. When I gave him suggestions for things for us to do, he told me he didn't want to do too much because he wanted to save things for the next time he came to see me. **The next time he came to see me.** This from the man who, when I first moved out, claimed he wasn't going to visit me at all. I'm so happy about this. What's new with you, Patrick?

Is something wrong with the clock on this thing? My computer clock *and* my desk clock say it's 2:45.

The clock on this thing is set up to drive anyone who tries to understand it insane. I've just given up. My clock at the moment says 2:58.

Heh. Sem you're not to far from me. (I'm in Richmond) Happy there's other east-costy types here. Yay.

I had chocolahate graham crahackers. it's easy to make jello pudding pops. they make plastic thingamabobs into which you pour the pudding. these then go in the freezer. run them under warm water to take the plastic thing off.

You mean me, Kalli?

And where's Patrick? I want to hear from him!

I'm far from everybody. Patrick around, don't worry. There are a few missing but we're mostly all here.

Quit your bitchin' Dirt Boy. I have to go 7,000 miles to the closest Barnes and Noble. Now that's a knife! (p.s. Give Mavis a big wet one for me, I miss her zappy posts)

here i am, since the buses and subways are free, we ventured down to the tommy burger for lunch let see rhi.... i've been super friggin busy im in the middle of shooting a local rag cover, a couple and their newborn, they are tattooed and pierced, naturally she has boobies of amazing proportions and they want some au naturel "family" shots with the baby... ...im also putting together a series for a gallery show in Jan. Im going to NYC next week for business my parents are coming in the day after i get back, it will be my birthday, they have never been to LA before....then im going to Vegas Dec 1st to meet up with her folks...life is busy... nico and i are well, she's desperate for a new job, she has an offer from Dillards, but we would have to move to Little Rock which is far from our cup of tea. we need new furniture and a new place to live, we are about over flow..and my evil cats have destroyed my couch..still working out of my studio which i thoroughly love...it's my getaway.... i thinks thats about it.... i hope DC is serving you well, I always had fun there, one of my favorite places to go there is Politics and Prose coffee, samich shop off Connecticut Ave. near the zoo, if i recall... have you been up to Silver Springs to Vinyl Ink Records? It's one of the best record shops in town, they have a lot of collectables, priced for the dork collectors, but its still a great place to go. you can exit the Silver Springs station and walk to it....

That sounds neat...what rag? Little Rock? Not a goodness.

i dunno a friend of mine is starting some little rag she's doing called Red Hot Mama or somethign like that....the first issue is some sort of Valley of the Dolls-esq edition....i dunno, i just some weird distorted close ups of this drugged out chick with pills comin out her mouth...it's cool, cause I'm gettin paid and i get ad space

That's always a good thing...

i ate another bag of brach's chocolate trail mix and a JUMBO COFFEE for breakfast. oh, and two chicken breasts, three pork ribs, a cup of bean soup, and an orange. for lunch i had beef, broccoli and salmon salad, green salad, and roasted vegetables. i am stuffed.

i had maguro, unagi and something called "santa clara roll". that being kani and spicy sauce rolled with the rice outside and then deep fried. goddamn, if that doesn't beat the trousers off the bee's knees. for breakfast i had two cups of coffee and a baby ruth.

I was going to hit on that little cup of Ben and Jerry"s with the Reece Cups,but some bastard beat me to it.It was mine mother$#%&*#!!

I just brewed up some Trader Joe's coffee in my new french press. Yum! Cat, I will convey your message to Mavis, although I think the "big wet one" will not occur, as she doesn't like kissing. She used to, but not anymore, it seems.

i just ground and brewed some jamacia blue mountain beans! fuck her in the ass!

I'm having the generic Bunn coffee they have in the department. It's a non-stop pot going from 7 am to 9 pm. Stuff is like drinking brewed dirt, but at least it's got caffeine.

how could one not like kissing, thats a shame...kissing, when doen well and right is such a damn sexy thing.... far sexier than ass fucking.... despite what that guy says.. hmmm we went from grocery lists to meal descripts. last night, i ate , i ate, i ate shit what did i eat? oh yeah, some rice in a box shit and some vegetarian baked beans....with some fat free yogurt on the side... and 5th of jack, and a gram or two of super the dope... and FEEL GREAT TODAY right now it's coffee coffee coffee

I used to not like kissing. But it was because I was kissing the wrong people. Food: Today: Breakfast, 9:00am: bengal spice tea Lunch, 12:00pm: rice, kiwi tea Dinner, (proposed, 5:00pm: crap. I need to start finding real food. This is not healthy for me.

isn't bengal spice tea the best? there was a point in time where i couldn't find any in the grocery stores, it was a low point in my life.

tazo chai kicks ass. bigelow makes the best teas though.

i dunno patrick. i might be with nate on this one.... kissing is great and all....but if i had to choose between that and a big fat hairy weenie in my ass well.... the choice is certanly clear.

yea rhi i meant you. woops bout that.

I'm with Patrick on the kissing issue.With the right lips---------heavy erotica.

i feel like shit. i can't sleep, no matter what. ran out of valium, which sucks. went to bed at midnight, sat straight up out of bed 5:30 a.m. this morning. fuck fuck fuck. how do you people eat nothing? and then drink? or smoke pot? and feel fine? how is that possible? teach me that trick. i kinda want my sex drive back. fuckin shit dammit.

Oooh,poor Sarah.That is definately not something one wants to loose[the sex drive,I mean].

I liked to get kissed all over,in all kinds of ways,and I like the love muscle anywhere it fits,but that's just me.Sarah,you just have to build up to it,sometimes I feel like shit,so I drink to feel better.If I'm lucky I go to a very speacial place called Oblivion,it's nice there.

it's been somewhat liberating not having any sex drive at all. you don't realize sometimes how controlled by or obsessed with your desires you can become. not wanting or needing or even thinking about sex with myself or with other people, and not wanting even to be touched - it's powerful, enlightening. but then i hear kalliope talk about big weenies in her ass and J talk about kissing all over and then i'm like, oh shit, i used to want stuff like that. what's wrong? something is always wrong. i think i just need more chocolate. dark, dark chocolate. speaking of dark chocolate, i'm having lunch with Ron today. indian food in chinatown.

yeah kalli got me wth that comment too

she got me with that comment too. oo. i'd trade my sex drive for anything. sex is stupid. i mean, i like it. a lot. but in the end, it really is just stupid. a waste of time.

ok ok. so I don't really want a fat hairy weenie in my ass. A little skinny one maybe. My bum tends to stay off limits most of the time.... Actually, I'm a huge fan of kisses. The right kind of kisses. The ones where there's so much anticipation leading up to it and it doesn't let you down. I've been scared to kiss boys before because I was afraid they'd let me down. It's thrilling when they don't. Don't misunderstand me. I don't have a huge sex drive. Ask Clinton. We're down to two maybe three times a week and that's a good week. I'm just very frank about sex. Sometimes I wish I had a larger sex drive than I do... I mean..I always do at first.... but then it goes away.

Bengal spice is so excellent...I liked it better a few years ago, they added some new flavour I"m not sure about.

kisses...they're seemingly innocent. the last time i kissed anyone it started with a long chat, forehead to forehead, him nervous, me worried. kisses are good for forgetting.

i get to kiss Ron almost every week day, usually after lunch. kissing someone every day makes life a little more interesting. stil, no desire for sex. the kissing is a nice intimacy, but i like just hanging out with him too. we walk through the city in the afternoons. we don't have much to talk about.

what was the question?

how to make love stay.

I don't know anything about making love stay. I just hope to Christ that it does. I've been really getting into the whole kissing thing. I like to take a really long time with it. I've been getting my lover in bed and just endlessly kissing him all over his body. Pure adoration. It doesn't even have to turn sexual (but of course, it's fun when it heats up). Slow, loving kisses placed all over his body. It feels almost holy. Just slowly taking in the perfection. I'm blown away by how handsome Trace is. Wondering what the hell I ever did to deserve him. I give him massages and nonstop kisses. I do little things for him whenever I can (but always find myself wishing I could do so much more). Sometimes I give myself an hour or so to just kiss, touch and hold him. Sometimes, an hour affords some extra time to discover aspects of a lover you never really paid attention to before. There's so much hidden perfection to be discovered. I hope that I can continue discovering him for the rest of my life.

I agree. There really isn't anything quite so sexy as the kiss...and the way one is kissed. (Of course, personally i think kisses on my peachclam are pretty damn sexy) I love the first kiss. That's always my favorite. Because it's so new...because it's so either anticipated or so unexpected.... I'm repeating myself. I'd like to find that Pilate. Someone I can keep discovering. I'm envious.

chocolate. it's the answer to all questions.

Shooping list today. I went to the Brattleburo co-op with Zoe of the green hair, saw a sign that said "come sleep with us." -One bag sea salt and vinegar kettle chips -One parcel dolmadas -One bar Tropical Source roasted hazelnut crunch -One bar tropical source sundried banana crunch -One bar tropical source wild rice crisp -two packages couscous -Two packages noodles -Two packages wild rice -One container of burt's beeswax lip balm -One package Madarin Orange Spice tea -One package Hob-Nob cookies. Yum.

today: 1 black cherry personal choice soda 1 bag salt and fresh ground pepper kettle chips 1 strawberry soda 1 pint 1/2 and 1/2 1 pkg reduced fat oreo 1 copy of jane yesterday i spent $33 on a book and a print, both signed by marvin bell.

I'm thinking of going to stewardess training school this winter. What do y'all think?

somehow that made me think of one of the nuns in sister act: "my mother said that i was always so cheerful that i would be either a stewardess or a nun. what do you think? coffee?" has anyone ever really used the seat cushions as flotation devices? that's something i need to know. will you find out for me?

If indeed I decide to go, yes I will. I though I have a suspicion if you enquire they may be obliged to answer.

1 bananna soy smoothie (Breakfast) 2 chai latte (1 while shopping) 1 oat fudge bar 2 boxes of couscous 3lbs of spinach pasta 4 pk Guiness 6pk Woodchuck Colonial lb of Land-o-lakes unsalted sweet cream butter rye bread & potato break peanut butter red raspberry preserves grape jam in a scooby-doo jar cans of black beans 4 bags of white corn tortilla chips 5 jars of salsa cat food (dry) whole roasted chicken man, my grocery list is more exciting on paper than it is in real life... especially fer 80 bucks! ...shoulda eaten at 7-11 again and hit the pub tonight instead.... ..except the cat woulda killed me...

Ow!!

I hear at steward/stewardess training school they take you on the jet roller coaster ride of your life to see if you can handle it. Dives and climbs and banks and whatever else a 747 can do. (If you get a really good pilot, they may take you through outside loops, barnstorming, and death spirals.) Not to burst your bubble Isolde, but do you really want to serve a bunch of arrogant, needy, whiny, greedy fucks at 20000 feet? People turn weird when they get on planes.

Notwolf, come cook dinner for me. We can light the remaining firecrackers. I played tetherball again and lost.

I use to play tetherball in elementary school so often,my knucles were bloody,I beat everyone,except sometime Ira Newman would beat me,but not often.

knuckles

Iknow about the training flight--it sounds like fun. I don't think I actually want to be a stewardess. I just want the training for the hell of it.

can we talked peachclams? sometimes, a kiss, it's a dance, do it long enough, your lips tingle, numb...rub coke on your lips and gums, then kiss, same sensation.... when it's right, electric charges, shockwaves reverberate through my body, it's to the point of almost being indescribable.... when it works, man does it work so well sometimes during sex, we'll agree to NOT take our lips apart.... now THAT's fun, feeling your lover orgams in such away.....there's plenty of material there for a good erotica story, but alas i HAVE NO TIME!!! business prep business prep, the pressure's on

peanut butter! fuck!!

i've always got at least one bottle rocket hidden away fer an emergency. ---------- and as fer the peachclamkiss... guys who don't are fools. i could do it for days. mebbe its subconsciously a power thing, to feel the center of another human being shift and come to focus at my mouth, to hold her and feel the power rolling in her hips ( the most powerful part of a woman, physically speaking) and lose yerself like a wave singing into a hurricane...like becoming only your lips (..tounge, teeth, nose, chin...) and swimming upstream... ..heh... got a bit carried away. sorry. it's been a while.

if i got the two of you together to write an erotica i'd be in heaven. and i have to disagree sugahbritches...... all my power is in my dimple. you know, i still have one of my pineapple firecrackers. i set most all of em off in july...cept one. it's being saved for when i need to hear a booomdallaboom.

yesterday I was late for school and thought maybe I'll just not brush my teeth so I can make it on time. then I thought but what if someone wants to kiss me today, and I have smelly breath? so I brushed my teeth afterall.

i do that. even if i don't shower. ...it's that hoping for a kiss...one day... *sigh* y'know? i hate stupid boys that break girls.

Me too. They make me very angry.

you know, that time we came back to fliporeikiheadfreakbasket in her little sarong flipping out because she heard the neighbor screaming... i was afraid you were gonna try and kiss me that night. but that was forever ago...and i'd probably kiss you first now. just because. cuz you know what a case i am.

i wanted to. but i'm equal parts stoopid boy ( who fell in love with you), hopeless romantic(who know's it's better this way, even tho the thought of you under my mouth for an hour or two is distracting to the point of destruction...), and the guy i want to be (who knew that it wasn't the time, and if it ever were, i'd know). but that was forever ago. and you know what a case i am.

we're doing it again. sudsy bubbles sudsy bubbles.

I'm going grocery shopping today. Finally. pasta alfredo sauce chef boyardee pop tarts pre-made salad mollases cookies popcorn orange juice (with the pulp) english muffins cream cheese tortias balsamic rice melty cheddar cheese chocolate milk cat food cat litter

so what. it just shows that ours is better than theirs, and that's something, at least. s'why i put a journal section on my site. ..we'll see how long it lasts...

with pulp? damn woman! go back to russia you commie!!!!

hah. drink it from concentrate? how gay is that? a notwolf journal? yaaay. now i wont be the only one blabbering nonsense. (ayeluveeweyewknow)

yeah. angels re-did my site. hey, i'm an angel... ... i've fallen and i can't get up...

(cos ive got company for the weekend, and she works at NASA...) Snow Plum tea Chai Latte almond biscuits mexican chocolate bricks (for hot shocolate) beet & garlic penne pasta sun-dried tomato bread water chestnuts whole garlic canned buttered mushrooms broccoli romano cheese from the NY deli 5 cheese pasta sauce leggo toaster waffles black pepper, thick cut bacon real maple syrup blueberry syrup frozen strawberries 2% milk OJ (w/ pulp!) whipped cream (inna can) Godiva Raspberry truffle ice cream more Guinness more cider a bottle of Rainwater Madiera ...and i'm not even trying to get laid... dammit.

I remember Raspberry Truffle Ice Cream...that stuff's good shit. Mexican Chocolate, too. What's up with the 2% milk, though? If you're going to make cocoa, why not go all out? I opened a bar of toasted hazelnut chocolate this morning and it had gone bad. I am so bitterly unhappy.

umm I bought some Cocaine from some random guy in an ally ......then I got two hookers...... then some beer and allloooottt of weeed...oh and some Pepto-Bismol later that night I smoked most of the weed with the hookers and had them take a bath full of Pepto-Bismol and then I cliped their to nails

Muaaahhha, are you Jeffery Dahmer or ....What?

apple juice corn tortillas strawberries romaine Os

masa for handmade corn tortillas sweet peppers: red, orange, yellow onion garlic cilantro mint from "the forest" in my tiny back yard "it'll cure what ails ya."