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11/30/00 oh boy. I have been so antiwebsocial these past few weeks. my inbox is a nightmare. my website shamefully out of date. yesterday I tried to get back in the swing and updated the super pets page, but I am not sure how far that will take me. I am still feeling pretty lazy and uninteresting. bear with me folks. oh wont you please bear with me? |
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11/20/00 When I am 70 I am going to begin everyday with a bloodymary (or two) and 10 oz of pistachios. Sound good? I think it sounds great. |
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11/17/00 I have no idea what to say except that I am craving. I am craving a lot. Its quiet contrary to my nature. I am usually very, well complacent. Today Josh and Kristina and I went all out at Di Bruno's: five fine cheeses, bread, yum. This only served to satisfy me for about five minutes. The real deal here, the thing that I cant get out of my head is chocolate. Now let me just say that I don't crave chocolate. I never have. I never thought I would, but for some reason I can't get it out of my mind. This week I have had two hershey bars. This is unheard of. I am serious. I don't crave sweet, I crave salty. Today I got that itch and I briefly gave thought to running to the RiteAid around the corner to purchase my fix. But no, that wasn't enough. I was needing more then hershey's. So before I even knew what I was doing I found myself in the Godiva Chocolatier a couple blocks from here and I was purchasing 24 dollars worth of truffles. I have eaten about half of them.
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11/13/00 I have never been one for letter writing. Ask any of my dears friends that have moved far away. I am not relaxed or confident enough for letters. It has always just seemed like more and stress and effort then the communication was worth. If I cant make that phone call or click that send button, its generally not communication important enough, mainly for fear of the ill skill which I would most certainly inadvertently admit to. So when I was finishing up a message and dropping an envelope into a mail box last week I had mostly forgotten about how I was indulging in the lost art of letter writing, steeped in charm and romance, and was pretty focused on my bad handwriting, spelling, grammar and my absolute lack of faith in the US postal services. Then no more then a day later I happened to receive a letter from sweet Kate who is traveling these last few months about Europe. It was then, holding the hand written pages in my hands, pages filled with her adventures and musing, that I realized that this was indeed one of the best and kindest ways to communicate with another human being. The neatest part is the timing. I am so very used to communication with instantanious reply. There was something so exciting about knowing that even if it was old news that I had this little window in to Kate's head as it was a few weeks ago. Also, and I guess this goes without saying it very so nice to have the physical evidence of someone's commitment to communication with you. So much nicer to have lined pages covered in script then an printed copy of that email... I am not at all sure why I am going on about this, despite these revelations, I don't think I am about to become much of a letter writer, I am really just too lazy and to worried about my appearance. In other more exciting news, I have a parrot named Sport. A cockatiel actually. Don't ask how are why, its all to complicated. Just in case you are wondering this animal was NOT found in a tree in west philly, only 4 and a half foot lizards can be found there. Its too soon to tell if the bird is male or female but I have decided that its a she (I have too many mail pets as it is). Sport is about 4 months old and was hand raised. She quiet cute. I am falling in love. I am gonna teach her to say "Vicar in a tutu" |
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11/03/00 whyOwhy do I treat myself so badly? I am so tragically hung over. Will I ever learn? Kudos to m. doughty, who wants to make love to me with his rock, for a fantastic show last night. I guess also kudos to that lady who he was opening for. I had never heard of her, but apparently lots of folks like her and I was just drunk enough by the time she went on to enjoy myself. Though much like that fine cheese I had yesterday, I have forgotten her name. After the show, I returned home and continued to drink and there was the entertaining of guests and some crazy shit talking. Apparently if you get me drunk and stoned enough there is no shutting me up and also, no convincing me I am wrong, at least not about matters of evolutionary theory. I have NO plans for this weekend. I think I will take myself out to dinner and a movie tonight. Actually no, scratch that, nothing good is playing near me. Dinner and a rental!
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11/02/00 Last night was wine around the fire. Not much makes one feel more like a successful and classy adult then having a working fire place. (I mean adult enough to be allowed to play with fire. Successful enough not to burn the house down and classy enough... who am I kidding?) Also, it keeps you warm. Today for lunch I had some really good cheese. Possibly the best cheese I have ever had. I mean so good that I was almost rendered speechless. Good thing for you I wasn't. Though don't ask me what kind of cheese it was. I don't have any idea. I am going to have to go back to the shop and ask. OH which reminds me: DiBurno's has unleashed a whole new flavor of cheese boy: the CFCB or Cute French Cheese Boy and of course I am not talking about a CCB (common Cute Cheese boy) who sells french cheese, I am talking about a fine fine french boy who sells all kinds of cheese. oh baby, donnez moi tout le fromage. I think its time for another photo outing. tonight, m. doughty. |
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