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I understand the fact that there are people way worse off then myself, its not a thought or idea its a simple fact. I just feel that where I am in my life right now, I should be doing a hell of a lot better. Going to school, or have a decent job or something. Ney, I still find myself half a foot from fuckin poverty. And as much as i hate it, I don't know what to do about it really. College is still a posibility if I can convince my fuckin father to fill out his half of the damn Fasfa application. Job wise, I'm a 20 yr. old geek kid, living in Montana, that doesn't leave much to be desired job wise. I mean, I'm alive, I have a job, I just want more. On the other end of the spectrum I've also become a lurker, which I'm not very happy about. I think I'm gonna have to post some more, because being a lurker just doesn't suit me any more. I've talked with TBone a few times in the last few weeks, and actually I'm going to call him in a few minutes for some movies. Although other then that, my contact with the outside world is limited to my computer in most cases. I don't go out, because well there isn't anything to go out too. I have no desire to go to bars, because well I'm poor, other then that there isn't much to do around these parts. I suppose TBone would tell you otherwise, but as far as I'm concerned its a rut, and a big one. The squirrels still throw things at me, although they don't try to come into my room any more, the cat pretty much put an end to that. The little fucker got big, he's not fat, just tiny and muscular. Its like when I'm not here he's lifting weights or something. One plus that has come with being poor is the lack of eating, I don't eat much any more. Its kinda sad, the cat actually eats more then I do, I've measured it. The funny part about it, is even when I'm given the option of a good meal, I can only eat a little bit, my stomach has shrunk, alas. I'm at a loss what else to post, thats basically my life in a nutshell. I leave you to your whim to post here, ask questions or berate me for being a closet moron. |
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all's forgiven, buddy. |
But, I also have a lot of Ramen noodles, and most of the time I eat those, and have some pre-cooked rice I just heat up. Problem is I'm out of soy sauce, so the rice isn't that great for me right now. As for Milo, moonit I'm not quite sure what it is exactly. I eat ok, its just I don't eat a lot. Not because I'm poor, I have money enough to eat. I just have no appitite anymore. I don't eat because I'm not hungry anymore. It use to be when living with my parents (which doesn't say much because they always cooked and there was always food) I'd eat a lot. Nowdays though I just don't eat, no desire. On average I'll eat about 1-3 cups of food a day, that equals about a package of ramen and a cup of rice. The cat however gets 2-4 cups of food a day, he's a whiny bitch and I'm a complient dumbass. Bah. |
Your Czarina loves you :) |
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you should try to grow a little food in your house. stuff like winter lettuce, herbs, etc can be grown in pots and add a little zest to your cooking. make sure to eat some greens, the lack of iron can really affect your moods and energy level. ramen has literally no nutritional value, plus it has way too much sodium and dehydrates your body like crazy. it should not be a staple in your diet. buy in bulk at the coop there, you can buy small amounts of good stuff for very little money. oatmeal is a good thing to eat for breakfast, it really fills you up, and it's super cheap. you can also buy a little bottle of blackstrap molasses and give yourself a spoonful every day, it's very high in iron. you would be amazed at how much your diet can affect your outlook on life. go to the library, it's free. what about a little side business? can you buy funky stuff and sell it on ebay, or something, to supplement your income? do you make anything interesting that anyone would want to buy? it gets a little easier in the next couple of years, i swear. |
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Btw, I emailed you, did you get it? |
Well,I supose that would be dependent on how productive you are. With X-mas just around the corner,and I'm thinking of those on my list that are hard to buy for,cause they already have everything,so is it cheaper if I buy bulk? May I specify material type? Like say cotten for my more natural friends,or spandex for my athletic friends? Or,do you just produce a generic type,blending all fabrics at your discresion? |
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i've been diggin on trader joes and vons cup o soups. they are under a dollar each and they have some variety.black bean soup for fiber and iron, the mexican rice and bean has a lot of vitamin A in it, the potato and leek has a reasonable amount of other nutrients. they have others too, but at least they are better than sodium water ramen. black licorice is evil. pleaehtukshetgilmjz!!!!! reminds me of jagermeister |
To spice up yer ramen add onions, garlic and carrots. Cheap vegetables with tons of vitamins and minerals. Potatoes are also cheap as hell and full of nutrients (Eat the skin! Always!) like potassium and b12 (If you don't scrub 'em much). Do you still live at the same place, Hal? |
Czarzina, buying in bulk is almsot always cheaper if you pay attention. Some people don't, and they think they are getting deals when they are getting fucked in the ass with a rotten broom stick.... So buy in bulk, just pay attention while your doing it. Like socks, with guys, or at least me... You can NEVER go wrong with socks, makes my life so much easier. And because we have this freakish antiquated gas powered dryer, I lose more socks to the evil dryer from hell then you could even imgagine. |
I want belly button lint, not that artificial dryer lint stuff. I know my lint.I'll be able to tell. |
which is a whole lot better than pretending you are eating candy when you are taking medicine. I have a thing for spinach. I love spinach and tomato salads with sunflower seeds and raisins. I also buy frozen stuff for cooking and usually eat it with pasta. |
ps...agatha, I will fill you in on married life and career stuff. just haven't conspired to keep my ass in the chair long enough to write something worthwhile. |
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I always put an egg (lightly scrambled) into my ramen water when they're about a minute from done. It soaks up the flavour real nice and makes me feel like i'm eating more than just cheap noodles and salt. cheap noodles, salt AND an egg. |
I don't get it, who DOESN'T like hash, Nate? |
look at this: http://menshealth.com/food2/food02.shtml |
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by the way, when i was in high school (early 1970's) there was a guy who was the older brother of a girl my age (so, we all thought he was cool because he was a late 60's hippie), who was filling a pillow case with belly button lint. it was gross then and it's gross now. |
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All in the shirts. |
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Mine is a lint button, so its not the chick attracting type. Here if your interest in BBL is expansive check this out: http://www.bluegalaxy.org/lint.htm |
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just a note: that is yucky. carry on. |
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you were the yucky part. a man- reasonably older than she is and who she does not know- contemplating the delightful secrets of her navel. sorry, that's just how it is. |
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that's bullshit, heather. you just don't like joe and like to make catty remarks to him. which is also rather yucky. |
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it is true that at first i was really annoyed with all that mark stuff and i couldn't seem to keep my mouth shut but that seems to have slowed down some. you might notice that i did not comment on the first reference to mel's bellybutton. i can't help it that he comes across as creepy to me and i thought that i was not the only one. the thing is that i think that he's an upstanding type of guy why might want to be clued in on what sounds weird from a girl point of view. i wasn't very nice about it, but then, i'm not really that nice. yes, sometimes i am yucky. |
Speaking of which: Moon, guess what? I have a date with a boy named Andrew this weekend. hee! We're like twins, you and I! |
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To be quite honest, sometimes Joe's posts do scare me a little, but being a polite little kiwibird I say nothing. There. Now you all know. Kazoo, Dates with Andrew's are all good. Mine is a pandyr drew. Isn't Sem and Andy Andrew? Gee whats yours? |
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whatever. i stand corrected. carry on. |
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You Lint-First-Blamer-Hater you!!!! |
No worries Sem, my lint is well protected from terrorists and ninja squirrels by my overtly agressive house cat. Who eats more then I do, and has this facination with attempting to kill small things that move. Needless to say, he's been this way since he was a kitten. Thus, if I ever get to have sex again (been over a year now.) he's staying the fuck out of my room till its over and I have sufficent protection against ball of mangy death. |
Gimme a call if you can. |
*More Excessive Dancing* *So much dancing its probably beyond the point of reason now.* Hal.... has.... a.... girlfriend.... *Continuation of insane over the edge too much dancing.* |
Okay, now that someone has acknowledged it, what's the scoop? |
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they'll say it puts them in an uncomfortable position. it boils down to you not being able to switch the attraction bit from 0 to 1. therein lies the conflict. you aren't what they fish for. as if that's your fault. |
But please do tell me: wherever did you aquire your mind-reading skills in the first place? Such gifts you have! |
Oooooh, Dave, you've got such huge arms... |
No-one here could make this statement without me being creeped out. Except maybe Gee or Spider, cause I would know they are taking the piss. With Joe though, I'm never quite sure. And I'm sorry mate, but thats the way it is. |
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It'll be damn more interesting than anything i make up by myself. and the spelling may improve. in return i'm willing to take any urine tests for him. My shiny clean urine will dazzle any doctor he may encounter, as well as the passersby. Oh, that you could only whitness the sparkle of my pee. |
yes, the whole thing gets sillier and sillier. |
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i got in trouble from agatha last night for saying what i said. apparently men don't know what it's like to be women but women infallibly know where we're coming from. some kind of intuition hocus pocus, i'm told. what a cool super power to have. man, i'm gonna get the stink-eye tonight. |
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he won't let me call him Drew. and I so wanted too. apparently that's what his mommy called him. |
You react to different people in different ways, some comments Patrick makes really piss me off, some comments Joe makes creep me out, but then again those same people can say things that make me curse taking a drink of water as I read their messages. (from laughing). I'm not the type of person to jump in and fight, or argue, or make snide comments. The fact I admitted that sometimes Joe scares me was a big step! But you're all judging for yourselves from one comment on this thread. None of you have read his emails to me.... and I'm not the type of person who will post them here for you to do so... I dont know what the fuck I am talking about now. I have lost my train of thought. think what you want. you will anyway |
joe has sent you creepy emails???? fucking cool! |
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you are soooo lucky that anabel is here tonight. |
dave id invite you over to drink beers and play playstation if i could. |
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the plug is pulled. i am so baked on cold medicine and busch. masayo howell. beautiful black/japanese girl with long curly hair down to her butt and gorgeous black-freckled cheeks. 7th grade. i NEVER asked a woman out after that. took me 20 years to realize how foolish i was during those 20 years. it ruined me. so there ya go. probably clarifies a whole heap of shit. |
7th grade. come on. that's pretty lame if you ask me. you were 12 for fuck sakes. |
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thank god i had the sense to ask you out, even though i was a total freak after the fact. |
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"funny". sure, that's one word for it, i guess. |
Walking, talking hormones? Yes. |
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hell, we can't even figure out what kind of canned soup to buy. we are stupid and base and without the guidance of women we would destroy the world with our violence and beer drinking. |
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you must have missed my sarcasm. oppressor. |
You must have missed the joke, dork. |
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Wop Wop Wop Wop Wop... |
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Wanker |
As opposed to females. who are fucking scary. ....they want shoes, that's all i've been able to get so far. |
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Men are strange. A married man took me out to dinner after we went skiing last week. We are supposed to go skiing again this Monday, cross country skiing. We are meeting for breakfast, first. I hope that this is not leading anywhere. And the best thing he's told me as of yet is, "My wife doesn't care if I see other women." |
they have my grandfather heavily sedated with high dosages of both prozac and xanax. even at 81 years old with an oxygen tube permanently stuffed up his nostrils he's still volatile and tempermental enough to need it. it's too bad nobody had the sense to figure out that his radically violent and unmanaged temper was not normal. it's also too bad they didn't have prozac or xanax fifty years ago. it might have prevented all those times he chucked my grandmother down the basement stairs and his beating up on his two daughters. when i was 4 years old, before my folks were divorced, my mother went away with her best friend Gayle on a trip to colorado. i went to stay with my aunt. my mother was supposed to be gone a week. she came back six months later. and she calls me two weeks before i'm to arrive in tampa to uninvite me to christmas, because she doesn't approve of my life and she doesn't like the way i behave. i can't wait to get to key west for new years. |
I've been listening to the same Nick Drake song for almost an hour. (It's been one of those days.) |
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thanks kazoo. my heart is not at all tormented about any of the family dramas, past or present. i'm well over it. it's the reason i ran away (as far away as i could!) as soon as i graduated from college. it's only when i get back around these people that they drive me nuts. all this pretending all the time of how close we all are, what a loving family we are, with all of these (mostly made-up) fond memories and family "traditions". it's like everyone has just agreed to live out a giant lie. which is fine. i mean, i guess it's better than being sad and angry and holding grudges. but it comes out in other ways. my mother is just a person doing the best she can every day. she's the main instigator of drama in the family. she frequently starts fights with others because her feelings are hurt or she wants to keep under control the nice little reality she's fabricated. i've finally figured out why she's always starting fights with me... it's because i don't care. i love my mother because she's my mother, but i don't really care about being "close" with my family. i don't really care when she gets all bent out of shape. i do my own thing, live my own life (mostly happily. and mostly without her.), and stay away as much as possible. and i'm not really angry or upset about it. i don't hate or despise, i don't feel passionately about any of them one way or another. they're just people to me, people i don't really know very well. yeah. i'm the black sheep. it's okay. i honestly don't care. and there's definitely a reason for that. so my sister** got married yesterday in michigan. (sem: she got married at the Whitney downtown. have you ever been inside that place or know anything about its history? it's amazing.) i'm very close to her. she and her husband invited me to crash their honeymoon in key west when they found out i was going to be in florida for the holidays. i'm staying a couple blocks off duvall street. i fly down tomorrow morning and staying all week. *** the daughter of my mother's second husband, who i've known since i was 4-5. we were neighbors first, then our folks got divorced and my mom moved in with her dad, and then they were married when we were nine or ten, and divorced again when we were nineteen or twenty. she's only 5 months older than me, we graduated from high school together in the same class. she's awesome. |
I listened to that song for about three hours last night. This happens from time to time. |
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funny. he has a georgian accent. i love him. he is a typical middle child vying for attention. he equates Coltrane and Miles with "that sleepy shit our uncle listens to" (i.e. Verdi,Pucini and such). He loves Rob Schneider films. He asked for "sweet tea" said brisk and southernly. Eveyr waiter had to ask him to repeat himself. I told him all they over here is unsweetened or that Nestea shit. He got a tattoo on Hollywood blvd. He noted the strip joint and tattoo parlor cited in a Motley Crue song. He wanted to go and sit in the chair that Vince Neil and others like him have sat in. He went on for days about the decorative painting of "love tacos" outside the stand around the corner from my house. Shirts with "In Doh" and the character has red eyes as if he is stoned (he explained the joke to me for about 5 minutes). He had never even heard of an anti-SUV rant until he saw me. He had no clue what i was talking about. Yeah its silly, but the world he lives in is a easy moving river. Steady current, few rocks. He didnt see the difference in quality of his digital images on the screen and my printed images. He was sure that the printed image would be obsolete in 5 years. He owns a palm pilot for the games and nothing more. I love my brother because he was the bull dozer that cleared the path for me. He doesnt realize it, nor would i ever bother to explain it to him. He tried my patience but Im glad he saw some world he has never seen before. Check out that fucking bird that got caught in the frame. |
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that last pic is an illusion as we are on uneven ground. |
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what you said about your relationship with your mom really hit home. as the non-custodial parent in my divorce i have spent years questioning my adequacy as a parent and questioning my daughter about it as well. i needed to hear that i was ok. now, i wonder if i have pushed her to praise my skills as a parent just so she can maintain a relationship with me. i wish she would tell me that i was a fuck-up once in a while, but it never happens. i just don't want her to have a fucked-up life because of me. |
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This question involves using your imagination! |
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also she better be cool or i'll be pissed. hopefully she's done all the things that i've been afraid to do and now i can pester her and she will be my mentor. |
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(not you Heather - thanks) |
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Stood her up for a date here in Philadelphia in 1994 or 1995 because I was closing out my relationship with an ex on the same night. She (the ex) showed up unannounced in my City Hall office and I needed to finish all of the unpleasant things with her. I made up an excuse to Masayo afterward with hopes that she would still go out with me later, but she never forgave me. She said we could be friend/buds but we could NEVER date....Wish I would have nixed the ex and went out with her. |
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The trailer did, anyway, i was cringing. |
D&D? For real? |
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heheh I need a life. |
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