Nov 22 2009
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“ Of all the weight I plan to lose, I’ll miss my boobs the most.
— me, preparatory wedding remarks, November 22, 2009.
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Nov 21 2009
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Look at the pretty dead deer! Also, Cat does the paintings what are great. This one’s mine now, but she has a number of other gawgeous works for sale over at her site.
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You guys, the view from my hotel is that Wilco album I didn’t particularly care for!
YOU ARE IN MY BACK YARD. Sorta. Okay over an hour away but still … I can almost taste the Fireland from here.
So an hour away… that’s like, what, two blocks in Chicago?
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Nov 20 2009
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Gratuitous picture of yourself in the wrong correction glasses. Turns out they are a whole half strength off. Which explains a lot about all these people who said they’re in my class that I’d never seen before until getting my contacts yesterday. Yeah. Sorry guys.
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“ Wow, what are you bending mother nature over there? Your car is like a giant phallic symbol aimed straight up earth’s bung hole!
— Me. To some guy I don’t know very well in my class who drives a Lincoln Navigator. Parked tight in front of my 1996 Camry. Which doesn’t turn so well. That is to say, it squeals like some kind of very loud squealing thing. Now think of something louder. It’s like that. Anyway his response was to ask when the last time it was serviced to which I mumbled something about inheriting it (recycling!). Anyway, so in my environmental faux rage I tried to get out of my parking spot behind him, which of course resulted in epic POS car steering squealage. Whatever. Indignation never really yields results anyway. Unless it’s about drinking. Why aren’t you drinking with us? Why haven’t you drank more beer? Lightweight!
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Nov 19 2009
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The doctor thinks my husband's cancer is back.
Based on his blood work and the way his lung sounded today, he’s doing a bone marrow biopsy tomorrow. He’ll have a PET scan next week.
If it’s back, they’ll do 3 rounds of intense chemo, then a bone marrow transplant using his own marrow (assuming it’s clear on the biopsy).
Just before the phone rang this morning, waking me up, I had a dream that the lab tests were wrong. That the cancer wasn’t back. I want to go back to that dream. I want them to be wrong. I don’t want to do this again.
Hugs and thoughts and prayers and warm fuzzies coming at you both. I’m so sorry :(
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Six years ago, my first relationship ended. Life was tough for him, he was disthymic. It was a really unhealthy and strange relationship. I don’t tell people about it because, well, you know. Teenage dumbass.
Anyway, last I’d heard from him he’d shaved his head to “stop feeling my fingers in his hair” and failed out of college.
It came up because I was reading a crim law case with his last name and was wondering whether he’d figured things out. He’s engaged! So that’s a huge relief. He’s not in a looney bin or behind bars. Yay!
Right. It was really dumb.
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Nov 18 2009
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Ladies: If I proposed to you online
and you (miraculously) said ‘yes’, I would find that as a perfectly good excuse to not marry you.
Or ever talk to you again.
Precisely. Also:
DEAR JUSTIN YOUR LADY IS WAY HOTTER THAN YOU AND THE VIDEO IS KINDA CREEPY. Who takes that many videos?
Just some things to think about.
Also… really??
Also also…. really really??
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