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we having people over tonight? yes. did i clean the house? no. well, kind of, but not a scrub down. what did i do instead of clean last night? well, i hung some stuff on the wall, watched a show about pandas (kept voicing my need to have a baby panda as a pet - in a baby voice "but i neeeeed it" - pouting with my arms stretched out towards the tv as if i my body was forcing me to try to hug it), got killed in darts again and thought about what to put in the super bright bedroom window so i can sleep past 5 am instead of a towel. my bedroom use to be my photography darkroom also. now that was dark all of the time. i would stumble out of bed at 2 in the afternoon thinking that it was in the middle of the night and open the door to go to the bathroom and the daylight was blinding. that was such a good way to start off the day. slamming the door and falling onto the floor grabbing at my eyes. wednesday i did one of those remove everything from the stove and clean all the little pieces jobs. heh. then the girl came home and heated up some canned ravioli. two raviolis were stuck to the inside of the can and she hit the bottom hard over the pot and sauce went flying. she saw my face of "but i just cleaned it" and quickly wiped it all up. it was cute and i only freaked because it was the only thing that i had cleaned. i'm a closet neat freak and she was worried about us moving in together because she is not. really i don't care so much unless people are coming over or it's an extreme mess. i think she knows that now. last night i went to put a pizza in the oven. you know that bit of open space between the oven door and the inside of the oven when the door is completely open? yay, well somehow i dropped the pizza and it went right through it into the broiler compartment. classic. there was cheese everywhere and just enough of it was sticking up to grab onto. that was some damn good tasting pizza.

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done! with the gift purchasing part of a certain anniversary coming up. it's a bit early for that you say? yay, but i can't wait. then i won't be able to wait to give the gift. i don't think there's any need to seek help with this self torture. i have this craving to play in the snow. i might be tricking myself though because it only happens when i am sitting in little big man's office staring out the window. it's my escape from reality to keep me sane. what's really happening is a conference call that is going in circles that turns into football chat and little jokes and then back to talking in circles, but in my head, i'm outside with friends throwing snowballs, laughing and rolling around in the soft, wonderous ground blanket. i'm such a freak about getting cold though. i will need waterproof gloves first. then we'll talk. one time big al took me to go ski with her. i have a fireman's uniform and put that on (the all silver inside part) to keep me nice and warm all day. well, i was wearing too much and i couldn't move any of my limbs. the second i got both skis snapped on i went down a ditch and crashed into a booth. the day didn't get any better. i felt really bad for big al because she wasn't getting to hit the big hill much babysitting me. at one point i fell on the hill and was so exhausted i just stayed there for a bit. that led to me being taunted by little kids. one of them called me a baked potato. that was a nice one.

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night i tried to break up with my xm comedy station. i've been venturing away from it when i've already heard the skit or i don't like the comic, but i'm getting numb to the funny. sometimes the girl will be laughing and i'll have a straight face. i want to laugh again!! plus, i find myself sitting in my car waiting for the comic to finish before i go into the house. even when the girl beats me home and is poking her head out the door and waving to me. so for the last 20 minutes of my drive home i flipped around the music stations and even programmed a few new ones into the memory buttons. i flipped back to the comedy before i got home to make sure one of my favorites wasn't on and then went back to the music. i gave myself a pat on the back. first thing this morning in my head when i turned on the car "what the hell is this? i can't stand this music." flip to the comedy channel "ahhhh that's nice. it's so soothing." this morning was a long drive and to top it off....where are the extra i pass lanes that were promised if we all bought those stupid tracking devices? oh yay, i forgot, it wasn't for our convenience, it was to double charge people who don't live here or don't use the highway much. now people freak out and get into the passing lane 3 miles before the toll. so now the i pass lane is slower than the manual lanes. this morning i got cut off hard core. when i looked over at him merging......i was staring at his back seat. i had to throw on my brakes and get out of the way because the guy was coming over no matter what. i then laid on my horn and he gave me the finger. keep in mind that the lane he came from is completely empty and we are still a mile away from the toll and there are no other exits for him to be trying to make. i then jumped out of that lane and passed 5 cars and got back in where a huge hole in traffic was. i hope he saw that. then later on a small road someone pulled out in front of me and i had to throw on my brakes again. i looked in my rear view mirror and guess what.........there was absolutely no one behind me as far as i could see. can you not wait for one second for me to pass before you pull out onto an empty road? guess who made a left hand turn less than a 1/4 of a mile up the road. i don't talk to myself, but this brought on an outloud "you've got to be kidding me".

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it has been reported to me, there was only one casualty during the aberdeen visitation weekend, big al's purse. here is big al's eyewitness account of said tragedy: "oh, except for the guy that followed us to a different bar we went to and threw up all over the floor, which had my purse sitting in that area." "the purse, unfortunately, did not make it. he blew chunks all over the outside of it. i grabbed it by the one part that didn't have anything on it, rushed to the bathroom, and immediately dumped all of its contents into the pockets of abby, kim, and nadia. i then abandoned the purse in the restroom and washed my hands thoroughly. several minutes later i returned to the restroom to find a girl rummaging through the abandoned purse. apparently she didn't get the memo. i told her she was touching my old purse that had just been puked on. she said she was merely trying to figure out who had left their purse in the bathroom so she could take it to the lost and found. then she threw it down, repulsed. luckily, abby just got me a new purse for christmas!"

whoever

the hell was on the design team for the front engine block of the hyundai elantra is an idiot. last night i changed the headlight on the driver's side. easy job right? your feeble minded cousin can change theirs right? first of all i had to remove a plastic cover that goes around the battery and doesn't guard or cover anything. this is held by 3 screws on one end and pivot bolts that do not pivot on the other end or unscrew. i broke the plastic off from one of them when i moved it out of my way. then about 2 inches away from the battery is a round plastic cover that screws off kind of like a bank main safe door would open. then you remove the electrical wiring. then you unclasp some metal spring wire that comes across the entire back of the bulb. then you have finally made it to the core where the bulb lives. now there are no keying features or alignment slots for the bulb. so you have to hold it and then look at it on the outside to see if it appears straight and aligned. while holding what you think is good alignment with one finger you have to use the others to bring the metal spring across and lock it in the groove. which seems simple enough, but remember that i am working in 2 inches of space by the battery that i refused to go to the hassle of moving. oh yay, and i can't see. no matter where i put the flashlight, the groove that i was looking for was behind something else and i couldn't determine where to put the spring. after a few minutes of trying to clasp it and repositioning the bulb, i was starting to sweat so off came the gloves and coat. around the time that i pinched my finger on something unknown, the gloves came back into play. after a good ten minutes, the spring did not come back with my finger. i then slammed the wiring back on, closed the vault and certainly when i was putting the plastic covering back on i broke the other pivot and dropped one of the screws into some cubby hole of my engine and no i did not align the bulb correctly and my light is a little high. whether is high enough to get pulled over.....we'll see. i am going to do some networking and track down the bitches who thought all of that was necessary for a headlight bulb.

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weekend was extended due to me calling in "sick" yesterday because the girl had off and we wanted to hang out. i achieved a nice 12 hour sleep. friday was the ab fab marathon. the aussie spent the evening explaining terms that they were using when she would laugh and the rest of us had a strange look on our face. saturday was band. i was sweating after a few minutes. me likes. that afternoon prior to practice i ran into the guy that i played in the band "the fly by night hillbillies" with. do i need to explain much here? i was brought in because they said we would take old country songs and punk them out and the original music would be about the same. well the first song was and then they started slowing down more and more until we were doing them exact. i was soon told just to keep a beat because the guitarists wanted to stroke their egos and shine alone. i was just a beat keeper at practice, but at the shows i would do my own thing. it wasn't long before i was told that they were going to find a new drummer. my heart was not broken. sunday was basketball (we won by 1 point). i'm so out of shape and i get tired pretty quickly. i shot an air ball right under the basket. i couldn't have been any closer. where's the sports drinks when you need them? i am sucking it up! then there was the birthday meal for the girl's pops. it went off better than i think she expected. i fell into a food coma so maybe i just didn't notice. yesterday was bum around day with some bball practice at night. we then went to watch some friend's play a game. the first thing i saw was touchdown #1, who got on a team that just started this year that just happens to be coached by the girl's first love who she was with for 3 years. they haven't seen each other for a long time and i am always worried about how it will go over when they meet up. i'm not intimidated. i actually think the situation sucks because they both lost their best friend. i'm just worried that they'll yell at each other or something and they won't make a move to patch things up. i hate that their worlds are starting to loop and they have no closure. i think they need that to not be hurt or angry whenever they see each other. mix in some shopping and visiting and the weekend is gone. my next 3 day weekend without calling in is good friday (3/25), which is cool because it is also my birthday.

touchdown #1

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she's a fast runner and when she makes a move for a touchdown, no one is around her and she can finish up while jogging and her finger up in the air. she loses things that end up in people's pant cuffs out on balconies.

the aussie

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50% of my first chicago roomies. her parents are english, but they lived in australia. i love hearing her talk. she is an awesome athlete. she can tap dance. she likes to show me her high kick outside of bars after a few drinks.