Month: December 2003

Sorry I’ve not posted in a few days. Things are happening right now that have me kind of blocked, writing wise. So please just hang loose and I’ll return shortly. I promise. md

…is so much easier with a chainsaw. The branches just peel away and fall off with no trouble at all. Of course you’ve figured out by now (or God I hope you have) that I refer not to decorating a Christmas Tree but rather the titanic oak in the front yard. What would have taken…
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…I’ve begun a new project in my next few days off, one that I hope will brighten my mood, if not my kitchen. I’m painting it. Yay, me. Right here at the Christmas Season (or Chanukah, Ramadan, or Chinese New Year as the case may be), it never amazes me the crassness of people. Pushing,…
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I’m on vacation from writing for a few days, as I’m in the middle of horrid writers block. Try back next week, around Christmas. md

It always freaks me out when friends of mine and I have that weird moment of psychic connection. You know those moments where a friend tells you they were thinking about you at such-and-such a time and you realize that is exactly when you were thinking about *them*. That just happened to me and my…
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We take a lot of little things for granted in life. Toilets that flush and a McDonalds on every other corner aside, what about the really important things that go neglected throughout our daily lives. Forget for a moment the person you wake up next to every night or the car in the garage. Start…
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…hidden in closets can be disturbing. Stashed away, in dark corners of forgotten recesses, are the darnedest things. We’ve all heard stories about the discovery of old pictures stuck to a baseboard or a Mickey Mantle rookie card in a hole under a loose board. But what about those things hidden in closets we *don’t*…
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…and it’s at my new job. Formerly, I was employed as a waiter at an unnamed Mexican food restaurant that is a large chain, has stores in shopping malls and around movie theatres, and only offers quasi-edible food. Now, I’m working at a mediterranean food restaurant where the waiters *know* what they are doing, the…
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Victoria Paige will not dance the Dance of the Red Shoes tonight. Sorry–wrong movie. I’ve got a headache, hon, and am going to take three tylenolPM and go to bed. Love and ciao. md

…it’s something I’ve stepped in and gotten on my shoes. At least that’s how I feel as related to the people I’ve been around for the last few days. Save last night’s excursion into alchohol-induced euphoria at the Olive Garden. (Try their stuffed chicken marsala. Fucking phenominal.) I had a good time then. I don’t…
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