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WWASB- I Obsess.

  • Jun. 6th, 2008 at 5:28 PM
Irefusetofall
I'm on the ball this week , at least in this itty bitty aspect of my life.

This week's blogger I found through a blog roll . I thought she was a mommy blogger, and she professes that it is a mommy blog . But I think it's way more than your typical mommy blog. Anyone can read this . There is a little bit that anyone can relate to , and alot that others can relate to .

This blog is raw and sometimes painful to read. At other times I want to stand up at my desk and cheer at the entry's end.  It's not a tale of perfect days that start with breakfast in bed and it's not a sequence of hilarity .
It's real .

So here she is , I Obsess . She can be found over at i-obsess.typepad.com Because you know LJ couldn't give me a link maker that works.

The entry that got me hooked :

Have been barely capable of lifting my ass out of bed in recent days, weeks, months; my writing has not just suffered, not merely lapsed; I didn't only privatize my blog (only, god, privatize?, jesus - sounds like I have hired an attorney to pen this piece), I quit participating with my insides.

Here, there, and everywhere.

The piles around the house that accumulate on a regular basis grow and grow; the until-recent cold outside has prevented planting a garden, and so I plant a garden of papers and envelopes and moldy catalogs that advertise things I do not require and will never acquire, stacks of yellowing receipts and recipes and requiems, aging piles of disks and cards and broken pieces of toys possibly mended but probably destined for a garbage bin at some distant date; lightbulbs gone bad, written directives to self to create order amidst the stacks lost, lost terrifically, lost desperately, lost quietly and mute and moot.

There is nothing and no one that brings my mind up to the point that I can feel energized to stop being sad.  Not a constant drone of sad, but a regular, soft, hidden beat, a hidden, cloaked pulse of sad that lurks beyond the windows, just beyond, and not further.  Hands pressed gently against the glass, indenting the surface, leaving pale almost-prints.

The list of to-dos is long, long.

The people wait.  They grow tired of waiting and they move on, away, beyond my outstretched fingers that I mask in the pocket of my pilled, clumsy sweatshirt.

I have love here, and I cannot sense, cannot scent, am indirectly sent, misspent; pent-up regret belies the bent of exchanges unmade, beds laid in and arms mislaid or lain away or flown not high, rather, low, low.

And the readers say, ugh.  This, this is more of what I cannot bear, your sadness, your fingers, your pale prints, and they abstain and there is no blame to shoulder, no shoulder to blame, and the words spiral across the page like bad dna, broken and lost to flame and bitter and bracken and sour.

There are chills here in this newly summer'd moment, there are quiet spells and deep danks and thankless hours of bruised ideas, ideals, things set aside, things to lay to rest in the unmade beds of the mind.

This is no time to fight.  This is time to cradle the stacks, to sidle beneath their disheveled bellies and close over the gaps with hands and fingers full of threads disowned.

This is no time to fight.



The above entry can be found at http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2008/05/fear-of-flight.html

The entry it inspired should be posted late tomorrow, early Sunday .

-krystall

Weekend With A Strange Blogger

  • May. 31st, 2008 at 3:15 PM
Irefusetofall
* This entry is the first in what I hope will turn out to be a series of posts  that are PUBLIC. That's right not friends only.Scary eh?*





Sometimes when I'm starting at a blank text box, a blank document , watching the blinking cursor. Watching the screen wait for the words to concoct themselves in my head in the right order that when combined results in an entry .
Sometimes my mind runs blank . Sometimes I can't think of something worth writing about , or something that others would like to read about.
That is not to say that I don't write this journal for  me . I do but at the same time I write to get a perspective from others. I write to share it with others and for others to share their writing with me , hence the friends only. If you 're not letting me read yoru stuff, you're not reading mine .

Sometimes when my mind goes blank and I feel brain dead and stupid, I read other blogs . Tearjerking entries , memes, stories of their past and I'm intrigued and inspired. And of course happy to find a good blog to read.

So today , since I 've been inspired by other blogs so many times and written entries running off of their steam and energy so to speak . Kinda like a writing prompt , I figured I d introduce something new.
Weekend With A Strange Blogger .

How it works :

Every weekend I'll write an entry inspired by a certain blogger, give you a link and a fantastic entry from said blogger's journal. Perhaps you'll find a new blog to read and the Strange Blogger of the Weekend will get some new readers. Or maybe you'll just have an entry to read.

Because I'm a local kinda of gal , the first Strange Weekend Blogger is a Toronto gal .

I found this blogger in a strange way . I'm a long time reader of Dooce.com and if you're familiar with the blogging world outside of LJ ( its crazy on the outside guys really!  peopel are getting paid for this shit ) than you 've heard of Dooce , read her hilarious entries and seen her incredible photography skils . She has mad skills with balancing shit on her dogs head and photographing it . It's an art really . Ooh and she even has a verb named after her Dooced , wikipedia it , i sware its an internet verb ;)
Anyhow enough gushing over miss Dooce, from reading Dooce I entered the world of the Mommy Bloggers. I know what you're thinking , why krys ? Are you wanting children ? Why would a mommy blog interest you ? Don't you read about Britney Spears and puppy dogs?Vodka?
Ok so vodka really had no place in that paragraph , I just love vodka.

I digress, I entered the world of mommy bloggers and shocked to find these incredible blog rolls ( means list of bloggers, lj friend lists essentially ) full of literary awesome-ness.
These woman aren't just writing about diapers and cracked nipples. They're writing novels. They're winning awards. They're supporting their families by telling their stories and sharing their worlds.
Child or not , I was hooked.

So without further or do , Don Mills Diva .  http://donmillsdiva.blogspot.com/  
Yup . My lj link maker is still capooey . But click it . Really. You should. Get a drink first though because you're going to get sucked into this girlie's archives before you know it .

The following can be found here :
http://donmillsdiva.blogspot.com/2008/01/julie-and-me.html


Julie and Me.


We had big dreams, Julie and I.

She was going to be an Oscar-winning actress and I was going to be famous the world over for writing that would make people laugh with joy and weep with empathy.

Instead I today mark the 12th anniversary of her death by trying, in this humble space, to use my words to pay some kind of tribute to her and to our friendship.

Julie and I met nearly 20 years ago in my first year of university. I was in full party mode, enjoying a concert by a band I can’t remember, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there stood a tiny, doll-like girl with a big, tipsy smile.

“I’m ever so short,” she said. (Really). “I can’t see the band. Help me out?”

She gestured to my shoulder and I burst out laughing at her audacity. When I regained my composure I stooped down and up she hopped. We were pretty much inseparable from that moment on.

I don’t know exactly how tall Julie was. Four feet, ten inches maybe? Four feet eleven? Surely not five feet. She never discussed it so I’m not sure how I came to understand that her growth had been stunted by treatments she endured to successfully fight leukemia as a toddler.

No matter. What Julie lacked in stature she made up for in attitude. She was startling beautiful and she knew it. She turned heads wherever she went. She would insult you in the most outrageous fashion and then charm you a second later with a conspiratorial wink and a flip of her hair.

We had a shtick, Julie and I. She was drool and I was goofy. I told corny jokes and she made cutting observations. We were partners in crime, kindred spirits, two peas in a pod. We got each other.

A few years after graduation Julie moved Los Angeles to pursue her acting career. I took a road trip to visit and fell in love with Arizona on my way through. I moved there not long after and we visited between Scottsdale and Los Angeles regularly.

What a heady time! She acted bit parts and I worked as a freelance writer. Drunk with youth and possibility, we attacked the world the only way we knew how – full tilt. We narrowly avoided a dust-up with a member of Faster Pussycat at Whiskey a Go-Go. We danced on the tables at a sushi restaurant in Venice. We traded jokes and insults behind the microphone at a house party we crashed in West Hollywood.

Superbowl weekend rolled around. Julie had vague plans to visit me in Arizona. I didn’t hear from her, but wasn’t overly concerned. Then her mother called in the early evening.

“I’m in Los Angeles dear,” she said. “With Julie. She’s dying. She’s asking to see you. You better come right away”

I have often tried, during the last 12 years, to recreate how I felt to hear those words. When the picture I carry of her in my head gets blurry or I can’t quite hear her voice, I force myself back into that dark moment, hoping, I guess, that fresh pain will somehow make her seem less distant.

And so I drove, tears streaming down my face, across the desert in the middle of the night. I remember the moonlight on the palm trees and the warm wind and the feeling that surely I must just be playing a part in some cheesy movie of the week – the kind Julie would eviscerate with one pithy blow.

But it wasn’t a movie of course. Julie had visited the doctor just a few weeks earlier about a nagging cough, which was, it turned out, symptomatic of imminent heart and lung failure. Her respiratory system had been compromised by the very treatments that had saved her life all those years ago.

I got to the hospital and went in to see her right away. I remember thinking how glamorous and beautiful she looked laying there, her hair artfully fanned out around her pillow: a tiny, perfect doll.

“Tell me a joke,” she said. And, because she asked me to, I blinked back my tears and did just that. Then I told her I loved her. She smiled like Cleopatra on the Nile. Of course I did.

One after another, the people who loved her filed in to say goodbye. Her parents went last and came out an hour or so later. She was gone, they said.

Julie was gone.

Afterwards I went to a Denny’s on Sunset Blvd and ate pancakes and drank Irish coffee and cried. It seemed fitting somehow and I lingered, knowing Julie would revel in the curious glances I drew with my smeared eyeliner, disheveled hair and tragic demeanor.

Some days I can’t believe that how much the world has changed since Julie was in it. How can it be that Pulp Fiction was the last movie that she saw? That she never got to make fun of Paris Hilton or weigh in on reality television. That September 11th

I carried Julie’s lace handkerchief down the aisle with me on my wedding day. And on her birthday every year her parents treat me to dinner at her favorite restaurant. But I feel her loss most keenly at times when her memory sneaks up on me. Like on my 30th birthday when I couldn’t stop crying because it didn’t seem fair that I got to turn 30 and she didn’t.

There are so many, many things that Julie didn’t get to do and even as my life moves happily forward, I am haunted by each and every one of them.

Because we had big dreams, Julie and I.
was remarkable to her only because it’s my birthday?



Stay tuned for tomorrow 's entry . The second part of the WWASB , the entry it inspired.

Of course as always I would be thrilled if some of you wanted to take part in WWASB. By intoducing your own Strange Blogger, of going and reading another persons inspiration . Be sure to comment on their blog and tell them how much you love it ..

krystall

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Five Things Friday

  • May. 30th, 2008 at 7:21 AM
Irefusetofall
Its Friday and despite having a lot to say , my attention span and patience levels aren't very good today .So here's a pointless meme , that I've dubbed Five Things Friday ..




1/ A picture of D that I had long deemed lost .
It's him at an apple orchard last fall . Hes crouched under the tree because my neice is making him go where she goes despite the fact that shes 3 feet tall and hes over 6 feet. He is a good sport.


2/ The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs.
I looked for this book for a long time after reading a review of it in a gossip magazine. Probably People, judging by the contents of my overflowing magazine basket. I found it in the bargain section of Chapters yesterday and despite being a ways into THe Heart is A Lonely Hunter, I started reading it and couldn't put it down last night.
THe title and cover are misleading. A book about a bunch of knitters? boooooring , right? It focuses on the characters and the knitting is basiclly the glue that keeps them all going even though everyone is going through something different and equally hard. The women in this book are all vastly different and live very differnet lives , but Friday night Knitting Club is their solace , connection and comfort.



3/ Nativa Organics Blue Tortilla Chips
What can I say ? I love these chips and yes the blue ones are soo much better IMO than the plain ones although the plain ones aren't bad but they're not blue and you don't get to say that you are eating blue chips .




4/ Glade Clean Linen Candle
I usually don't buy my candles from the grocery store but this one was in the laundry soap aisle and it caught my eye. It smells like clean laundry and I love it .
Usually I am a food scent candle person , but this one is pretty good and it doesn't even smell like Gramma's Banana Bread or Raspberry Torte. Who knew.



5/ Desktop
This is my current desktop image. I downloaded it from a site that I don't recall the name of . I think its written in the bottom right corner of the picture though , so if you squint hard enough I'm sure you can see it .
Its an awesome website for stuff like desktops, and icons to replace the boring provided icons on your computer. Not awesome enough that I can remember the name though .
I think it feels spring-ish even though we 're almost summer-ish . The weather has other plans apparently.


So whats your Friday Five??

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May. 15th, 2007

  • 7:57 PM
Irefusetofall
I'd head to the clouds if I thought it would be any better there. I've lost hope in even them.

Mar. 28th, 2007

  • 8:19 AM
Irefusetofall
I didn't think I could feel worse but I do.
I am so frustrated.

Mar. 27th, 2007

  • 7:01 AM
Irefusetofall
ugh i feel worse today. Going to go to work though, and see how long i last. I really don't want to miss work.

Mar. 26th, 2007

  • 7:07 AM
Irefusetofall
My throat hurts. It feels like its bumpy and has junk in it and I am sneezing like an allergie ridden florist.
Fucking Mondays.

Feb. 11th, 2007

  • 7:07 PM
Irefusetofall
Im a fucking mess
for no good reason and ugh

Feb. 11th, 2007

  • 4:24 PM
Irefusetofall
I'm sorry.

Dec. 13th, 2006

  • 10:03 AM
Irefusetofall
( my xmas stocking )

Dec. 4th, 2006

  • 6:09 PM
Irefusetofall
My rich text mode won't work, so we'll rely on my ever so good HTML skills, cause you knwo I wrote the HTML codes !!( In reality i learned basic html from Funkyschickens.com )
I have strep throat and I feel like ass and I have a laundry list ( where did that
phrase come from anyways..)of complaints.
I feel like ass. Im entirely sick of feeling like ass. Im entirely sick of having no life. Who said that this was going to be fun ? they lied.
This is all you're going to get :

she makes me empty
incomplete and irridescent
the moment always lasts
and she's never the last one to leave the table

she'd never say goodbye without looking into your eyes
she'd never let you walk out that door
without kissing you on the lips
confessions can't be made with lips sealed

she makes me love tuesday mornings
random and sporadic
jumping from one painful pause
to ecstatic laughter, with wide eyes

she's the type that never questions the why's
she'll smile and nod
and cuss you out in the backseat of the car
with razors pressing through her hand bag

she makes me pour my soul on cafe napkins
questioning the truth and the lies
caressing my heart, and tormenting my being
everything and nothing, gift wrapped.


This is a step . Or maybe a weak crawl

  • Dec. 1st, 2006 at 7:55 AM
Irefusetofall
Its eight o'clock in the morning, not after two pm , or before seven pm .
I am going to have some toast.
I am not going to stick my hand down my throat
I am not going to cry about it.
I may take three hours to eat it
I am going to have some toast.

MY survey

  • Nov. 20th, 2006 at 5:19 PM
Irefusetofall
What word comes to mind/ do you associate with the following:
Orange-
the color purple-
Hot chocolate-
panties
briefs-
clementine
taco
moist
clam-

Favorite?
Food group-
Hot drink -
Method of destruction-
Song-
Condiment-
Item of clothing-
DVD -

This or that:

Coca Cola or Pepsi:
Cool Ranch Doritos or BBQ Ruffles :
BBQ Chicken wings or tofu:
Chocolate Chip Cheesecake or Fruit Salad:
Sandals or Flipflops:
Pantene Pro V or The Body Shop :
Pink or Purple :
Cigerettes or Vodka:
Vanilla or Butterscotch:
Blowjob or cleaning the bathroom tub :

How much do you like the following : *(1-10 , 10 being i love it sooo much)
Sleeping naked:
Cooking :
Shopping:
Reading :
Watching Oprah:
Watching David Letterman:
Watching the news:
Cleaning:
exercising:

Fill in the blanks:
I ____________ sausages on a bun .
Everyone knows that I _________ everyday.
If you can't concentrate, then just __________.
OH MY GOD ! Don't you _____________
If you dont stop doing that Im going to ___________ you .
I know I ate your cheese whiz but I  needed __________________

If you had to choose :
Live on an island populted by gay  men OR run an Asian strip club?
Have a dog walking business OR run a day care for hyperactive children?
Teach new comers to the country English OR answer complaints at a drug company?
Have sex on the backdeckOR the front porch?
Suck someone's toes (clean of course) OR sitck your tongue in their ear?
Build iglooos in teh artic OR be a rainfnorest tour guide?

The cliche Have you ever :
Stolen anything good?
Broke something of someone elses?
Slept all day :
Ate breakfast in bed?
Been in a car accident?
Burned something?
Puked from drinking?
Watched a cheesy movie ?

continuing , Shut up and Sing..

  • Oct. 31st, 2006 at 1:36 PM
Irefusetofall
Im not an American so perhaps what i believe or think doesn't really matter. But here it is.
I think its absoutly sick and pathetic that it seems that if you voice  an opinion that is different from the President's worshippers, you're better off dead.
Honestly I think Natalie Maines should be applauded. She spoke of what she believes. So what if half the country doesn't agree with it, she does. She didn't ask for anyone to agree with her , did she?
As for saying it on foreign soil, who cares?
Im grateful for Canada.

"Shut up and Sing "- The Dixie Chicks: Thoughts? Opinions?

  • Oct. 27th, 2006 at 8:22 AM
Irefusetofall
Oprah had the Dixie Chicks on her show the other day, and they talked about what some ignorant closed minded followers in the US and other parts of the world , the US mostly though, had to say about her making a comment at a show in Paris.
Americans, canadians, what do you guys think?

[hol's survey]

  • Oct. 10th, 2006 at 5:39 PM
Irefusetofall
current clothing: green ae hoodie, white camisole thingy, brown tommy trackers
current mood:antsy
current taste:cigerette and water
current hair: very messy poney tail
current annoyance: lack of alcohol products
current smell: Gain Apple Mango Tango
current thing you ought to be doing: cleaning.. figuring out something for dinner
current jewelry:2 gold hoops in both ears, one small gold hoop in right ear , nose ring, belly ring, 3 different silver bangles. 2 gold necklasses, diamond rind, diamond heart ring, clauddaugh ring
current book:Somthing blue
current worry: money
current crush: my man
current favorite celebrity: Dave Coulier
current longing:A chocolate mudshake
current music: nothing
current wish: for many mudshakes each one of them choclater then the last
current lyrics in your head:

current makeup: none
current undergarments: none
current regret: none really
current desktop picture: kate moss
current plans for tonight: laziness
current disappointment: none really
current amusement:hobowars? come on now
current IM/person you're talking to: hols
current love: shiney nailpolish, mudshakes, green olives, pickles, vodka
current obsession: csi, house
current avoidance: everything pretty much.
current items arround you:I dont want to say but ok ...
An empty glass, an ashtray , a coaster, a lighter, a sticker thingy from bottom of my pizza box, broken tide to go pen, baby stapler, base for the phone, dora the explorer hair ty, an unsharpened carpenters pencil, another lighter, a dead pen, an audrey hepburn cigerette tin , a cd case, a stack of cd's massive pile of work, two pencil cases , a wicker basket , a lamp , a bigger lamp , loads of books, mini sewing kit, letters that should have been mailed ages ago , opened mail , a sewing needle, chapstick, lipbalm, body butter. that is all that is on the desk. The desk is my messy place.

[survey stolen from silent screamy]

  • Oct. 10th, 2006 at 4:49 PM
Irefusetofall
Last Cigarette: I just put one out
Last Kiss:a couple minutes ago

Last Cry: this morning when i felt like i broke my back

Last Library Book Checked Out: Oh good lord I can't remember

Last Movie Seen In a Theatre: ummm sadly Jack Ass 2

Last Book Read: Im embarrassed to say Something Borrowed

Last Cuss Word Uttered: jesus fuck!

Last Beverage Drank: water

Last Food Consumed: pizza

Last Phone Call: my mother this morning

Last TV Show Watched: Oprah

Last Time Showered: this morning

Last Shoes Worn: black dc sneakers

Last CD Played: a burnt cd

Last Soda Drank: diet cherry vanilla dr pepper ( Im sad to say that there are clearing them out here and they are on sale for sooo cheap .. 33 cents a bottle with a coupon )

Last Thing Written: I wrote you are a donkey on a post it

Last Words Spoken: " Oh reallly, wow "

Last Sleep: last night

Last IM: LOVELY EVIL ONE msn mger

Last Sexual Fantasy: Im not entierely certain but it most definately does NOT involve a certain tv fugitive O_O

Last Ice Cream Eaten: Ages ago . Probably chunky monkey .

Last Time Wanting to Die: Oh this morning .

Last Lipstick: the body shops nude

Last Time Dancing: last night.

Last Shows Attended: What do you mean when you say show?.

Last Big Car Ride:this morning driving home from the cottage. i slept .

Last Crush: I dont know

Last Annoyance: waiting in line with derek at the bank while he told his life story to the bank tellar. I was SO hungry I thought i was going to die right there. I was about ready to sit my ass on the tile floor in front of a busy bankfull of people I was SO hungry.

Last Time Scolded: Oh probably this morning.

Last Shirt Worn: Green AE hoodie and white camisole thingy underneath
Last Web Site Visited: LJ , Hungry-girl.com, TF


NUMBER OF...

:x: piercings = 3


:x: height = 5'8.5

:x: shoe size =6.5-7

:x: hair color = currently espresso

:x: siblings = 3


LAST...

:x: movie you rented = RV

:x: movie you bought = Son in Law and Cool Runnings :|

:x: song you listened to = Welcome to the Black Parade

:x: song that was stuck in your head = Headspin-Lukas Derossi ( Rockstar : Supernova)

:x: cd you bought = do people still do that?

:x: person you were thinking of = I do not know

:x: friend you made = I have no friends that I can physically touch outside of porscha

DO...
:x: you have a crush on someone =no i do not and I dont know why you keep asking me what kind of a meme is this screamy??:P

:x: you wish you could live somewhere else = yes

:x: you think about suicide = yes

:x: you believe in online dating = well if it means that all of the dating is not online. more of a meet someone online and then cart your arses away from the computer never to speak of such a thing again ,, then yes.

:x: you think others find you attractive = occasionally but not often

:x: you want more piercings = yes

:x: you drink = yes

:x: you do drugs =yes

:x: you smoke = yes

:x: you like cleaning = yes

:x: you like roller coasters =yes

:x: you write in cursive or print = usually print.


FOR OR AGAINST...

:x: long distance relationships = against

:x: using someone = agaisnt.

:x: suicide = I dont think you can be for or against suicide because its always different.
x: killing people = against

:x: teenage smoking = against

:x: doing drugs = I think pot is alright but Im not going to say that people who do hardcore drugs dont freak me out /scare me a little.

:x: driving drunk = against
:x: gay/lesbian relationships = for

:x: soap operas = hahahahah AGAINST . especially that passions. They die and they cast a spell and blah. And they re always looking into that cauldron.

FAVOURITE...

:x: song = headspin
:x: thing to do = read

:x: thing to talk about = nonsense.

:x: sports = im not really a sports type of gal

:x: drinks = vodka

:x: clothes =anything ae , anything red

:x: movies = Finding Nemo, Crazy beautiful, Starsky and Hutch, Shrek, The Lion King , Spiderman

:x: singer = dont have one . whos peter murphy??

:x: holiday = Christmas.


HAVE YOU...

:x: ever cried over a girl = probably

:x: ever cried over a boy = yes.

x: ever lied to someone = of course

:x: ever been in a fist fight = yes no fun!bones break

:x: ever been arrested = no

:x: shampoo do you use =how do you wash your hair screamy?!! -The Body Shop's Banana Shampoo

:x: shoes do you wear =far too many shoes.. i usually wear either the black gallaz , black dc or the black roxy's.

:x: are you scared of = of what?

NUMBER...

:x: of times I have been in love = 2
:x: of times I have had my heart broken = 1

:x: of hearts I have broken =none
:x: of girls I have kissed = I dont kiss many girls but i v eprobably kissed at least three

:x: of boys I have kissed = far too many

:x: of drugs taken illegally = 5.

:x: of people I would classify as true = true what?

x: of people I consider my enemies =none

:x: of times my name has appeared in the newspaper = a lot

:x: of scars on my body = far too many id say at least 70

:x: of things in my past that I regret = i29372o83728o3o28372o837

:x: disney movie = nemo

:x: word = blah

:x: nickname = eh i don tknow

:x: eye color = green

x: flower = sunflowers

:x: piercing = nose

:x: actor =

:x: actress =

Aug. 20th, 2006

  • 4:51 PM
Irefusetofall

Blissfully happy. For the moment anyways.
Moments like this make me wonder how I could ever be doubtful of us, you , this.

Jul. 21st, 2006

  • 8:37 AM
Irefusetofall
Canada is too hot! Jack-land is also too hot.
I think the only real option is to pack up shop ,laptop and all ( wireless will certainly work on an iceberg right) and set up residence on an iceberg next to Pingu.

Apr. 15th, 2006

  • 5:33 PM
Irefusetofall
Thought I d' catch up on my friends list while I had the attention span. while sifting through it occured to me that many people who are on my "friends" list are only there becaues they " should " be .
I'm editing.

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