anna

Cuz boy you know we loved you so when no one knew your name and you were pompous

by anna at 09:43 AM on October 30, 2005

Hark! Hear ye, hear ye! Sage pearls of wisdom are here. If you work in an office setting or aspire to, read on as I will share the secret of success in such a workplace.

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jean

Sing this Corrosion

by jean at 04:06 PM on October 29, 2005

Every once in a while I tell someone that hanging out with Goths taught me a lot about life. They always laugh. But I am serious. Subcultures teach people many things.

The only subcultures I knew before high school were gangs. There wasn't too much gang activity in my elementary school, but in seventh and eighth grade (our last two grades) there was a little activity. The next year, in ninth grade, I had a class where I sat in the back with three people who, as 14-year-olds, were already Goths.

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anna

When I feel it all slipping away it just makes me want to cry

by anna at 08:16 AM on October 23, 2005

I am firmly opposed to everything. And nothing. I have no position on the burning issues of the day. My apathy is all-consuming. I just don't care anymore. More accurately I never did. I am lucky I wasn't of age in the 60s. People would have called me square and slipped acid into my beer.

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anna

I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars

by anna at 09:45 AM on October 17, 2005

I pulled into a crowded gas station. Spying an unoccupied pump I scurried toward it. At the same time a sleek 300-series BMW did too. I got there first forcing the BMW to back up and do this complex maneuver to line up with the only other available pump. Feeling bad as you do when snagging a parking space someone else was waiting for, I sauntered over to apologize.

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anna

Anyone will play the part

by anna at 06:20 PM on October 12, 2005

Ah, Man---the species with forcible dominion over all others. Unlike a hyena devouring a gnu, he eats his rivals daintily with a knife and fork---except in his declining years, when he sustains himself through a feeding tube. He’s evolved so far that he feels a need to handicap himself. His favorite sport involves no use of his most versatile of appendages. He’s marshaled the immense power within the atom for the benefit---or destruction---of all. No longer content to listen as a handmaiden idly plucks the strings of a harp or lyre, he’s amplified the rhythms over which angry young men snarl about their bitch-slapping prowess. He’ll fart in your face while you’re giving him head. He invented such absurdities as competitive eating and monster truck pulls. He brought you Girls Gone Wild.

Nor is Woman (or as feminists call her, Womyn) any more sophisticated. As man conducts his global business she is squatting between his thighs on the Oval Office carpet. To attract a better class of scoundrel she’ll implant C-cups that may or may not leak poison into her body. To satisfy porn directors’ perversion she’s learned to lodge two large penises in her rectum at once. She’ll seduce billionaires on their deathbeds. When she’s not parading down the catwalk in skimpy negligees she’ll shroud her ample artificial cleavage in a burqa. She accessorizes with frou-frou lap dogs. She invented such absurdities as eating disorders. She is in Girls Gone Wild. She is woman, hear her roar.


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leaffin

On the road again...

by leaffin at 11:53 AM on October 12, 2005

I'm moving out and moving on. Remember when I talked about getting a phone interview for my dream job? Well, I've gotten it.

The folks at a tour company that does tours in Latin America offered me a job, and I've accepted. I'm going to be leading tours throughout Central and South America, and my training begins in Peru, though I'll probably be sent up to Central America shortly thereafter to start working.

And I leave in a week. So, Bad Sam, you might see more of me, you might see less of me, but just know that I'm in a happy place. Too bad things with Kim are going so well... Right now, in the grand scheme of dream job vs. girl, the job wins out.

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anna

In times like these you learn to live again

by anna at 11:21 AM on October 09, 2005

In the Christian faith there are two Gods. One is the fire 'n brimstone, vindictive, judgmental God of the Old Testament. The other is the more laid-back, forgiving New testament God who sacrificed his only Son for our sins. Which isn't to say He couldn't have snapped his fingers and produced a Catholic-sized brood of little Jesuses had He chosen to do so. He's God, after all.

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jean

Think of Every Town You've Lived In

by jean at 06:55 PM on October 07, 2005

So I drove across America. America is really big. I drove eight and ten hours a day, and by the end I could really feel in my gut how big America really is. There are some amazingly beautiful things on the road out there. There are the forests in Tahoe, the scrubby foothills in Nevada, the red cliffs in Utah, and the green valleys of Wyoming. I was excited to drive through things like Donner Pass and the Continental Divide. But I must be a true California girl, because everything interested me except Kansas and Missouri. Those two states had lots of deciduous trees and wheat fields, and I just didn't identify with them.

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leaffin

Johnny be good?

by leaffin at 07:24 PM on October 06, 2005

When I was living and working in Nicaragua, there was this kid who started coming around the beach. He was a skinny guy but pretty muscular and had hair that kinda hung over his eyes. He said he was 14. One of the first nights I met him, he was getting drunk at the bar and started talking to me. He told me that he was an orphan. Well, not exactly. He said that he was adopted, and he told stories of abuse by his adoptive family, which he'd fled. He lived on the street (or at that point in time, on the beach). He nearly started crying when he started talking about his birthmother, who he thought was somewhere in northern Nicaragua. He'd never met her. He said that he lived for the day he could meet her.

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anna

Say Anything

by anna at 06:34 PM on October 05, 2005

You have probably lurked somewhere you didn't belong in hopes of bumping into that special somebody. Likely he or she was a relative stranger. Sure enough they showed up as you'd hoped. You either clammed up or stammered something nonsensical. Don't feel bad, I have too. We all have. Afterwards you come up with some snappy line you should have used and you kick yourself for days on end.

The worst part is that somebody else usually steps in and begins chatting with your infatuation with seeming ease. Oftentimes they walk away rapt with one another. What gives?

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anna

And his hair was perfect

by anna at 10:12 AM on October 03, 2005

I see there is a big debate raging about whether it's wise to rebuild New Orlean's impoverished 9th Ward, which lies several feet below sea level and bears the brunt of every major storm to hit the city, from Betsy in 65 to Katrina in 05. While I'd have to say the smart money is on demolition and reversion to its natural swamp state, I am not here to debate this contentious, racially-tinged topic.

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