anna

I'm back in black

by anna at 10:31 AM on November 28, 2005

I'm back from a torturous Greyhound bus trip to MG's hood, Jackson Heights NY. It's part of Queen but seems much more like a benighted area of Bogota, Columbia. People there push baby strollers with thick plastic encasing the baby. I don't know why. I ordered pollo and they brought me a bowl of soup with some chicken organs floating amid soft potatos. Twas delicious, I must say.

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anna

Not that there's anything wrong with that

by anna at 08:28 AM on November 23, 2005

I am baffled by the mechanics. No, not the guy with the monkey wrench and degree in computer science, but the details. With hetero sex, the goal is mutual, simultaneous orgasm. It takes timing, trust and some amount of skill on both participants' part. But unless I am mistaken, with gay men, one must be the odd man out.

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mg

let the music play he won't get away, just keep the groove and then he'll come back to you again

by mg at 08:04 AM on November 23, 2005

Here is a little known fact about me that seems pretty innocuous at first, but reveals deep seeded emotional problems. Or not.

If I like a song, I canít just download that song; I have to download the entire album. Even if I absolutely love a single song, I wont download that one song unless there are at least a couple other decent songs on the album to make it worth downloading every song on the album, even if it turns out to be ďRevolution #9Ē like filler.

Why? Because Iím a collector.

Like most adult habits, this started for me when I was very young. But unlike all but the oddest of adult habits, it started for me with the smurfs.

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jean

Lying in the Sun and Sighing in the Moon

by jean at 04:31 PM on November 20, 2005

School is hard. I go to work and I go to class. Then I go to my apartment and study. In my free time I have a choice of cooking dinner, buying groceries, and doing laundry.

Days or nights that I can't take this routine, I go to the bookstore, get brunch, or shop for clothes. If I feel I can start again, I start again. Does this sound dreary? It feels dreary.

I feel out of touch with everyone, and I guess I really am. I'm not in touch with them the same way as I used to be, of course. I don't see my friends at our favorite coffeeshop several times a week. I'm a thousand miles away. I don't linger until the shop closes up for the night and join the nightly ritual of convincing everyone to go eating at 24-hour Korean restaurants in Koreatown. If you show up after 2 a.m. when the bars close, you can notice the cars in the parking lot outside. Several of them will be parked crookedly.

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anna

This is no time for backslapping, no time for marching bands

by anna at 05:03 PM on November 19, 2005

As I sat shivering in my darkened abode, a fierce hubbub raged down the street. Old white men spewed heated language, such as "pathetic," "petty," "undignified," and most loaded of all, "partisan." Fingers wagged and voices were raised. At one point a physical altercation almost broke out. No it wasn't the Japanese parliament, it was the US Congress. All those fightin' words were about the war in Iraq. Specifically whether or not, as one hawkish Dem proposed, US and British troops should be brought home now. Originally the Dems warmed to the idea. But then the Pubs laid a trap by proposing an immediate vote on just such a resolution. Dems screamed bloody murder, knowing no one on their right mind favors that.

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anna

When you ain't got nothin, you got nothin to lose

by anna at 06:06 PM on November 14, 2005

I am sitting here in this huge house, shrouded in total darkness. My PC monitor provides the only glimmer of light in the whole place. That and---pop cultural irony drum roll please---the big screen TV. On and on it prattles about tsunamis and floods and politics and innuendo, all punctuated by ads for drugs to remedy disgusting maladies that have even more revolting side-effects. I don't know why I let it creep into my house but I do.

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mg

so build me up buttercup, don't break my heart, i'll be over at ten you tell me time and again

by mg at 08:07 PM on November 10, 2005

I know what you are thinking now, ďIf Brett Favre was the webmaster for this site itíd have won a Bloggie by now.Ē At least I know thatís what Michael Irvin is thinking.

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anna

You're much too young girl

by anna at 06:32 PM on November 07, 2005

Parents of students at a local high school are in a huff, all because 3 football players were caught having sex with two girls in the auditorium after school hours. Well, maybe not sex as so narrowly defined by Bill Clinton. Technically it was hummers.

These 5 were slapped with 10 day suspensions, while 3 guys who merely watched the orgy got off with a slap on the wrist. I think they got it backwards. The 5 were just doing what has always come natural to teens, whereas the 3 voyeuristic perverts must be sick in the head.

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chris

Look for the Obvious

by chris at 01:55 PM on November 06, 2005

First day back after a vacation to the Florida Keys. I pull my motorcycle out of the garage behind the house on a warm sunny morning ready for my short commute to work. Though I love my job, riding my motorcycle to work and back is easily one of the highlights of my day. I put on my half helmet, and begin cruising down the driveway. Just as I'm about to enter the street, a thick web envelopes my face. I can feel it stretch across my glasses, obscuring my vision and stretching across my cheeks. I look down and see that it covers my arms and chest. I've just ridden through a spider web. Somehow a spider was able to stretch a thick sticky web across the entire driveway between two trees. At least 10 feet. Given the size of the web, the first thing that enters my mind is that the size of the spider must be enormous. Hopefully it's not stuck to my neck, or my face, or crawling up my chest. I'm still coasting on 450 pounds of hot expensive metal between between my legs and I certainly don't want to look down, see the enormous creature and dump the bike in a panic. The worst of the damage would be to my ego. I guess Nature gives us our own venom to fear.

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anna

There's whores in the house

by anna at 06:37 PM on November 02, 2005

I've been perusing job ads, hoping to find a suitable job for my wife. Since we live live in Tijuana North, most of the jobs require applicants to be bilingual. But there is one job that doesn't: "Non-sexual escort."

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