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It's All Gravy
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 29, 2003 - 5:44pmYesterday was nice. Got up early and helped move. The Pirate spent the rest of the day in a sort of retro-tech reverie thinking about all the coolie-neato stuff in that storage locker.
If This Were Dante's Inferno, What Would Happen to the Terminally Clueless?
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 25, 2003 - 8:32amI have a "friend" that I've known for a little over 20 years. He was my first love, the guy that I hung all of my teenage hopes and dreams on.
Then I wised up. He was an insensitive jerk. For all of his intelligence and ready wit, he was an asshole. I never hesitated in telling him that he was an asshole, and perhaps for this reason he has continued to call me his friend for over 20 years, long after our romantic involvement ended. I continue to allow him to be my "friend" because I can't bear to throw anything away. I'm a social pack rat.
Then I wised up. He was an insensitive jerk. For all of his intelligence and ready wit, he was an asshole. I never hesitated in telling him that he was an asshole, and perhaps for this reason he has continued to call me his friend for over 20 years, long after our romantic involvement ended. I continue to allow him to be my "friend" because I can't bear to throw anything away. I'm a social pack rat.
The Guilty Pleasure of Violence
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 19, 2003 - 8:34amI was relating a dream I had to one of my good friends. The dream included my taking a broken laptop and hitting someone with it hard enough to knock him down, make him bleed and render him unconscious.
Lovecraft Was Also a Gardener
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 16, 2003 - 9:59amI felt as though I had conquered Mother Nature herself - my plants were in orderly rows, growing according to their natures and the schedule I had carefully laid out in March after consulting the Sunset Western Gardens book.
But Mother Nature had one last unconquerable bastion. Between the peppers and the orange tree, there lay a section of grass that was older than even primordial swamp life. This grass sneered at the newcomers who had so recently emerged from the slime to walk bipedal upon the earth, presuming dominion.
But Mother Nature had one last unconquerable bastion. Between the peppers and the orange tree, there lay a section of grass that was older than even primordial swamp life. This grass sneered at the newcomers who had so recently emerged from the slime to walk bipedal upon the earth, presuming dominion.
Why is my Life so F*****g Inconvenient and Where is My Personal Jetpack?
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 14, 2003 - 5:21pmThis morning started off really, really well. Any morning where you've gotten it twice before 9:30 a.m. is okay in my book. And he made me breakfast, to boot.
