tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40847752011-06-08T02:22:48.370-04:00Conjoined CognitionDrella and Knitty's Running ConversatonCoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-55591311331952951332007-09-09T20:17:00.000-04:002007-09-09T20:26:28.664-04:00Well Knitty, I think this weekend has convinced me that I should find a way to get back on the meds. I don't think I realized how bad I feel about things because I don't have to really interact with too many people on a daily basis. At least not with people who really know me. The fact is, I don't have any passion for anything because I don't feel like anything matters. When's the last time I Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-55160398978897314602007-09-01T13:16:00.000-04:002007-09-01T13:17:29.293-04:00Also, can you fix this so we can access the archives? I dunno how to do it.Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-19201298806080099772007-08-31T20:36:00.000-04:002007-08-31T20:41:26.898-04:00Ho Ho! Look who's back? Shit, things have really changed in the past two years. I think we really ought to go back to this, it was a pretty great idea.So I'll see if you somehow stumble across this and all. Maybe I'll just give you a few days then tell you.Things with Kat are...getting better. We're talking at least. I was feeling tons better then I fucked up and went to her LJ and spent last Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1124249671275998052005-08-16T23:33:00.000-04:002005-08-16T23:34:31.280-04:00Oi! Sister!HAHAHA! Betcha thought I'd forgotten about this, eh? No way. How cool it is now to look back at our few sparse entries. I am happily Junkie-Free and you are back in school and kickin' ass. Lets write some more, yah?Kisses!Knittyjennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1106617529151348812005-01-24T20:45:00.000-05:002005-01-24T20:45:29.150-05:00phooooo....here i am again. it's been forever. i think i'll just keep quite and see how long it takes you, my knitty seeeester, to stumble across this.had a bit of a panic today--after having given The Stalker my e-mail addy, i realized my mistake--if he so chose he could easily google it and find his way to my Z/O blog. don't want that now, do we? FUUUUUUUCK NO!
so i deleted 42 farkin pages andMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1087503400034497642004-06-17T16:12:00.000-04:002004-07-12T14:17:52.920-04:00jesus fucking christ. so, last night the stalker calls and i'm ready to lay into him when he starts about do i want him to be my boyfriend, how he wants me to be his girlfriend,blah blah blah, please get over here because i need to see you. and what do i do? one guess. i go.yes, i am officially spineless. and curious. what the hell was all this about? three days ago he was drunk and reassuring Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1085629637519237602004-05-26T23:39:00.000-04:002004-05-26T23:47:17.520-04:00SEESTER!!!
Hey Drella! Chirst, its good to hear from you blogwise. Maybe one of these days the Mac will act right and you'll be able to hop online from home, eh?
Its funny but it's been months since we wrote, and I'm still too sore about it to go much into it. I was re-reading our last entries, and, well, it was all so awful and icky. I'm glad it was all posted here, it's a good reminder for me.jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1085507806841203962004-05-25T13:45:00.001-04:002004-05-25T13:56:46.840-04:00christ, it's been ages. i'm at the local library, which is very damn nice. rented some movies to watch and have been job hunting all day. stupid fucking pig fucking mac at home still won't work. well, since the last entry we have both moved. interesting. the stalker has, apparently, decided to blow me off. it's been close to a week since he's called. this was previously unheard of. though, i Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1085507403585783252004-05-25T13:45:00.000-04:002004-05-25T13:50:03.586-04:00christ, it's been ages. i'm at the local library, which is very damn nice. rented some movies to watch and have been job hunting all day. stupid fucking pig fucking mac at hoime still won't work. well, since the last entry we have both moved. interesting. the stalker has, apparently, decided to blow me off. it's been close to a week since he's called. this was previously unheard of. though, i Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1077906277396047172004-02-27T13:24:00.000-05:002004-02-27T13:27:25.936-05:00All Systems Down
Hey sister!
My phone lines are still down, so the DSL doesn't work and I can't get online! I'm blogging briefly from work to let you know.
The Spinner-Biker guy is supposed to come over Sat or Sun to fix the phone wiring- Verizon wanted $91 for the first half hour, and $45 per half hour afterwards. I knew there had to be a simpler, cheaper way!!!!
Hope the job is going well!
Talkjennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1077240121467789782004-02-19T20:22:00.000-05:002004-02-19T20:26:03.810-05:00arg, i had no clue sitting in a chair for 7.5 hours in a day could be so exhausting! training at the new job is going well, but it is a tad boring. it'll be better when we aren't moving along at a snail's pace. friday is once again nearly upon us...the stalker phoned last night at 2 minutes til midnight and when the roommate informed him that i was asleep (i wasn't, but i wasn't about to run Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076648854769123902004-02-13T00:07:00.000-05:002004-02-13T00:10:04.200-05:00Fecking Hell
Hi Drella! Congrats on the job interviews! Things will work out, believe it! They will! Let me know as soon as you know, yes?
I just did a LONG write up on my blog, although you know all if it already. Still.
It's now midnight, and the Man is still fucking around the house. He has gone from the Nod stage (shortly after shooting up) to the Wired stage. He will be here for a while. I jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076628858453284492004-02-12T18:34:00.000-05:002004-02-12T18:36:47.186-05:00yesterday i chanted for the first time in ages. i said to myself, "drella, grrl, everything seems to be looking up. you got an apartment and it's cheap as hell and not a dump. you've managed to not only survive the sarge debacle but come out on top with no scarring whatsoever. there's someone new who, if nothing else, is entertaining you to no end, and you're going back to school with the Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076539623545859962004-02-11T17:47:00.000-05:002004-02-11T17:49:30.903-05:00i've been sitting here for hours onling looking for jobs. i'm tired of waiting for KS to get me something new--tomorrow i'm actually going up to carrick, near my almost-home to apply at some places. yup, at this point my pride is dead. i keep telling myself--doesn't matter how shitty my next job is, cuz i'm going to SCHOOL soon! in fact, tomorrow i'm also sending my extra copy of my school stuff Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076379185525377952004-02-09T21:13:00.000-05:002004-02-09T22:34:40.246-05:00well whoop dee fuckin' doo-
sarge finally called today. i was sleeping so he left a message which was basically, "hey it's me, i am sooooooooooo sorry, blah blah blah, haven't had a chance to call, bullshit bullshit bullshit, i'll be in touch". yeah, he is sorry--a sorry fuckin' excuse for a person. be funny if/when i actually pick up the phone when he calls back and i lay into him. but for now iMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076336760181747172004-02-09T09:26:00.000-05:002004-02-09T09:28:24.640-05:00my god, knitty one, i don't know how you are coping. i wish i could be there to help you through this. thank god for the man's parents--they are like angels, and i'm sure they think the same of you. regardless of what ultimately goes down, you will be alright and will make the decision that is correct for you and i will support you. i'm getting all weepy here on my end, thinking about how shitty Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076295028616028932004-02-08T21:50:00.000-05:002004-02-08T21:52:51.983-05:00Weekend Update
Hi Drella! I'm laughing to myself as I review this blog. Holy fuck, we are both a mess right now!!
As mum used to say, This too shall pass.
The Man is very sick. His best friend came over yesterday and tried to talk to him. Then I joined him. The Man agreed to go into a 28-day rehab- we are hoping that he can get in tomorrow or Tuesday. I really, really hope this occurs, that his jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1076102466100124392004-02-06T16:21:00.000-05:002004-02-06T16:25:37.590-05:00Rainy Days
It is storming in Baltimore, Drella! It keeps going from rain to ice, to rain again. It's a big mess.
This is both literally and figuratively true.
I can deal with the disease. I can help the Man heal. But I don't think I can stick around for the addiction. I keep going warm from love to cold in aborhence. But overall, the scene is too much. I don't know what I'll find when I get home-jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075969578533895772004-02-05T03:26:00.000-05:002004-02-05T03:28:37.250-05:003 am and i'm still wide awake. this isn't real insomnia-this is the coffee typing. i laid in my bed for hours and rationalized myself into a much better frame of mind, something i'm not often successful at. listen to this:
IF i get a new assignment by friday and it's along term one, i think i might actually try to stay here. with my calculations, the absence of alcohol in my life is going to freeMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075956184246950782004-02-04T23:43:00.000-05:002004-02-04T23:45:22.686-05:00quick note: i wrote a short and non-nasty e-mail to sarge simply stating that i accept that he's obviously lost interest and to let me know if he plans on coming to get his things. i sent it but his mailbox is full. this at least means that he hasn't been checking his mail, which makes me feel a little better--like maybe he really is just really preoccupied or summat. i dunno. i don't know why itMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075946837652523402004-02-04T21:07:00.000-05:002004-02-04T23:33:52.233-05:00jesus fuck knitty, i'm sorry for your troubles. most of mine are emotional, while yours are real tangible problems. i don't know what to tell you. The Man sounds like he is in a very bad way indeed. well in other news, today The Roommate told me that she's moving out in april. yay, more stress. i've had way too much caffiene tonight, the kind where it goes from being really fun to really jumpy, Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-107592192581906812004-02-04T14:12:00.000-05:002004-02-04T14:14:24.043-05:00Hi Drella
Hullo sister. These are the days of shite, aren't they. I have to say regarding Sarge- he is doing exactly what you predicted. You said that if were you, you would stay away for a few weeks. I don't know if this is helpful or not. I suspect it's not...sorry...hopefully it is.
I agree with you that it is extremely cowardly to for him to act this way. Don't feel bad- we've all been jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075871660146375092004-02-04T00:14:00.000-05:002004-02-04T00:23:32.983-05:00there's nothing nice in my head, the adult world took it all away...not feeling so hot today, knitty. feeling a bit shit, actually. i started another blog here which is basically my CoR blog. i need a place to rant about richey, you know? so, there it is. my teeth are killing me. i'm cold. sarge is obviously beyond finished with me- i haven't spoken to him in a week nor seen him in close to 2. i Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075779088670770312004-02-02T22:31:00.000-05:002004-02-02T22:36:00.000-05:00Another Feb 1st gone, my prayers are with you, Richey.
well, spent all day today on ForeverDelayed and watching Manics vids. i really need to approach E. about getting my collection back from her-- i really miss my interviews and such. it's been a nice day though--i forgot how enjoyable it can be to just chill and watch videos and stuff. now, if only it weren't so cold...
sarge hasn't called meMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075657339542390272004-02-01T12:42:00.000-05:002004-02-01T12:44:33.420-05:00Happy Richey Day.
well, it's 9 years today. think i'll hole up in my room, out of the cold and just read and relax. not too much to do on a sunday. i was supposed to go with The Queer to his parents' house but he hasn't phoned. don't know what i feel like doing as it is. just wanted to say...happy richey day. or something.Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075529617784945822004-01-31T01:13:00.000-05:002004-01-31T01:52:53.640-05:00aye.
well, naron and his girl are asleep in my bed. i'm stoned as fuck and i think i'm being stalked. and i like it.
why so, you ask?
because it's by p*t (#2). he's called twice in the past hour and hung up. silly fucker doesn't seem to know that i have caller i.d.
so:
1) he's fucking with me.
2) he's wasted and wants to call but keeps chickening out.
3) he's a psycho-stalker.
seeing his # Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-1075300791159744842004-01-28T09:39:00.000-05:002004-01-28T09:41:59.606-05:00Paging Drella
So how about it, sister? Shall we resume?
jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-892174222003-02-16T22:20:00.000-05:002003-02-16T23:09:31.000-05:00well there's a girl i talk to online a lot whom i like very much. she finally gave me the address for her online journals and i'm so empathetic towards her as she went off her meds some time ago and displays so much of the same hopelessness i used to feel, before i began feeling the effects of thee mighty Effexor. i want her to get back on meds. she said she'd speak to her shrink, tell him she Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-887172172003-02-07T13:30:00.000-05:002003-02-07T13:30:03.610-05:00Hello Sister,
It's harder for you to blog than it is for me: I have my PC and phone line all to myself (as the Man doesn't get home until late), and even when you can get on-line, you're likely to get bumped. Argh!
You might want to check into NetZero.com. I think they offer a limited number of free internet hours per month, and even paid they're awfully cheap, I think like $12/month or jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-885635722003-02-04T20:51:00.000-05:002003-02-04T21:13:43.000-05:00Blog blog blog… Ah! It’s been forever since I did this—have to be a bit more disciplined about blogging. It is, I suspect, good for the soul. Your question: how do I feel about putting this stuff up here for anyone and everyone to see? Well, that’s an interesting question. As you know, I’ve had the rant up for a pretty long time and I used to be pretty good about posting, too. There have Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-884884982003-02-03T15:17:00.000-05:002003-02-03T15:18:01.000-05:00Where We're Sending Drella, ASAP
Love,
Knitty Sisterjennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-884844772003-02-03T13:53:00.000-05:002003-02-03T13:53:16.890-05:00ooooh sister, you have to check this one out! It seems like everytime we have a big conversation things Pop Up in the World which kinda confirms the topic at hand! HA!jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-884843162003-02-03T13:49:00.000-05:002003-02-03T13:49:51.076-05:00HAHAHAHA!! Who would think that we talk practically every night, that we're in constant communication. We aren't much for blogging, eh sister?!?
jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-879747562003-01-24T15:56:00.000-05:002003-01-24T15:56:12.710-05:00Hello Drella!
It seems like DAYS since I last blogged here! Well, so it has been a while!! I should be able to blog more often soon- I hope by tonight! And certainly after Monday, when the Welsh Boyfriend returns to work after his holiday.
YOU are the best, Drella Sister!
I have to say that not drinking isn't bad at all, once you get used to it. It hasn't been very long for me- only a few jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-878716862003-01-22T20:17:00.000-05:002003-02-04T20:57:59.000-05:00hey, i forgot to mention how much i enjoyed your Jamies story. ha ha ha!! the engineer is my favorite! sounds exactly like me! but i'm trying, trying to be better...trying match the standard put in front of me by Wire, even though he does occasionally indulge. i can't keep doing this to myself, can't keep waking up wondering what happened the night before, terrified that i did something terribleMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-877422702003-01-20T15:01:00.000-05:002003-01-20T15:03:43.000-05:00One day very soon, sister, I will have unlimited internet access at the house again, and all will be well. At that time, Knitty will become a blogging fool! I will learn to post pics! I will learn to create nifty interesting blog templates! Yes! Yes, it will happen, I swear it!
Until then, I will be left to write quick blogs. Ugh.
Here's one for you, sister: Happy birthday to The Wire!
jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-876097122003-01-17T16:47:00.000-05:002003-01-17T16:48:12.000-05:00so anyway. i have been on the net ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL day and i can't find another link to the pic of The Wire that i love so much so now i'm ruminating on another that is as good (which doesn't exsist but eventually i'll settle on one that is close) that i can link to. my fucking back is killing me. i took a 10 minute break for some mechanical lurv (look, i was gazing at The Wire for over an Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-876033662003-01-17T14:22:00.000-05:002003-01-17T14:27:25.000-05:00o boy. heheheh. yeah, The Roomie filled me in and, as happens, the more information she provided, the more i remember. first order of business--it's a damn good thing that The Limey didn't wake up in my bed, that's certain. why, you ask? well, 1., he's very nearly banned from dee's--one of the bartenders absolutely refuses to serve him and won't give anyone a beer that's intended for him. he "Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-875951802003-01-17T11:18:00.000-05:002003-01-17T11:18:39.000-05:00The Hangover
UGH. I feel for you, Drella. Jamesons: the Memory Eraser. I think "Shame" must be part of the chemical composition- I've never had Jamie's without some laspe of memory, and a heavy feeling of guilt/shame the following day.
The last time I had Jamie's was with the Engineer and the Man. It had been a night of moderate drinking, a little heavy for a worknight, but not too bad...until jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-875914512003-01-17T09:55:00.000-05:002003-01-17T14:34:33.000-05:00fuck. i am very ashamedly hungover. the kind of hungover where you wake up an hour late for work. fuck. FUCK. jamesons. at dee's. with The Limey. barely remember leaving. i drink very irresponsibly. i remember one moment of clarity-- no more, you've had enough--then this waitress came over with free shots of fruity vodka. the end of me, really. i have to go back up to bed. tired. told work i Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-875547592003-01-16T17:02:00.000-05:002003-01-16T17:02:34.740-05:00oooooh. something bad is happening. It's in my head, belly, achey everywhere. This calls for a hasty retreat home, under covers with a just-rented chick flick and lots of comfort knitting. I wish drella sister were nearby, cuz she's a kick ass nurse. Not to mention she makes the very best chicken and rice soup in the Known Universe.
Enjoy the snow. I'm going home, and going to bed!!!jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-874786582003-01-15T10:30:00.000-05:002003-01-15T10:48:51.000-05:00Yes, this is why I made my appeal not to God, not to my very confused self, not to any other Authority in Heaven or Earth: it went to Drella Sister. Heh. How fortunate can a human get? There is Drella, and there is the Man, and life is fucking wonderful. jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-874702372003-01-15T06:37:00.000-05:002003-01-17T14:36:43.000-05:00For all the voyuers out there who are reading this blog, Knitty here is what we call a Capricorn. reading between the lines, you'll find that this can mean several things, among which lie the terms Sociopath and Control Freak. don't get me wrong--i love my knitty sister above and beyond every/anything else in the universe, however i try my hardest not to throw a wrench into the system where Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-874440472003-01-14T19:02:00.000-05:002003-01-14T19:02:27.326-05:00Hey drella, I went on at length about this on my blog; read here and tell me what you think, yes? jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-874418182003-01-14T18:16:00.000-05:002003-01-14T18:16:10.380-05:00Drella sister, explain to me why it is that, upon gettting the fabtab news that we got the lovely place in Butchers Hill, my head seemed to suddenly split apart in a throbbing, heavy ache, and I want to burst into tears. This should be a relief of stress, right? Then why the fucking strain in the back of the neck?
How can I feel so badly about this? I'm being rhetorical, of course: obviously a jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-873753612003-01-13T17:48:00.000-05:002003-01-13T17:48:41.730-05:00Hello sister,
1. The Limey may suck, but you rock on
2. I am time limited re: blogging tonight. I will blog like a b!tch tomorrow night, though- I promise.
3. I forgot to send out a card for Mums today. I think I will send it Fed Ex tomorrow. Dang!!!!
Why hate everything you do? Love it that you're Contradictory! You're a Contrary MF and so fucking what! HA!
You, my dearie, gets to experience jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872912342003-01-11T23:39:00.000-05:002003-01-18T16:38:32.000-05:00Can’t seem to shut my finger-yap today. Finger-yap. Ha ha ha. I’m a bloggin’ fool. The bastard steelers lost and now everyone at work is going to be bitches on Monday. Cheers. Bastards. Ruin my workweek for me…selfish, I know. Sorry about your loss there, knitty. I tried. Maybe I should have rooted against them—this has worked before. Leave it to me to be so arrogant as to assume that my desire Mme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872774542003-01-11T16:36:00.000-05:002003-01-11T23:46:22.000-05:00 I can’t fucking believe that I don’t have a hangover after last night. I also can’t fucking believe that I drank ¾ of a bottle of vodka. Straight. By myself. Punk rock. the roomie is twitterpated today and made us tacos. One would think that after my indulgence last night the very thought of food would make me positively ill. Not so. Damn good tacos she made us, complete with homemade guacamoleCoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872766812003-01-11T16:15:00.000-05:002003-01-17T13:53:02.000-05:00 "REPEAT after me/fuck queen and country..."yeah and you KNOW i wanted to put the ENTIRE lyric there for EVERYONE to read but...i'll save it for my Rant page. see, you ought to pop in the generation terrorists stuff i sent you and rock out to "repeat". it might make you feel better. now, what is that thing that "they" say about repetition being the best learning tool? well it hasn't worked for meMme. Mnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872457652003-01-10T21:15:00.000-05:002003-01-10T21:18:51.000-05:00Literature is Not Dead:
A chef of life, adventure, and culinary arts: Anthony Bourdain:
"A particulary plump beast was grabbed by the scruff of the neck...I watched queasily as the intended victim wa brusquely pointed toward Mecca. The man with the knife leaned over and without ceremony quickly cut the sheep's throat.
"It was a deep, fast, and efficient movement. Were I, for one of many good jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872187132003-01-10T09:31:00.000-05:002003-01-10T10:00:43.000-05:00Okay, Sister! I think we are up and running. I hope the invite on your side goes through- it will solve the sign in and signature issues.
We'll learn more and build up the site.
I think we should open this as a Free discussion; however, I'd like to keep it pretty much Nameless, as far as using Real Time/real world names. I've called my man, rather unimaginatively, The Man, but we'll have to jennetichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08478694052872327102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-872186252003-01-10T09:29:00.000-05:002003-01-10T09:29:36.040-05:00Test. Coghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-871597482003-01-09T05:55:00.000-05:002003-01-12T10:13:43.000-05:00it's early--5:20 am early. didn't get much sleep last night. these meds are making it really difficult to 1. fall asleep and 2. stay there. i keep waking up really hot and feeling weird and fuzzy in my chest and almost as if i'm floating. it's disturbing because it wakes me up but it's not as bad as not being able to fall asleep at all. this morning i have a slight cold sweat which is normal but Coghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-871420272003-01-08T21:03:00.000-05:002003-01-08T21:03:58.676-05:00Fuck's sake, this thing thinks I'm you, Crank. Fix!!!!Coghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084775.post-870673762003-01-07T12:24:00.000-05:002003-01-07T12:24:14.793-05:00Initiation post. Test.Coghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15925107513927782244noreply@blogger.com