okay. okay.
I have a new job working for this wacky astrologer who is syndicated in over
90 alternative weeklies. part of my new job is to browse thru each issue
and check the placement of a 900 number in his column. since his column is
almost always placed somewhere near the "adult" personals, I spent 7 hours
yesterday staring at hundreds of pages of every manner of cheese porn
imaginable. I got a little depressed by the end of the day. sitting there
in my Friday bra and sweatsocks, it all ended up making me feel a little
well, repressed.
go figure.
~k
> I was doing the weekly shopping at Woodman's, Wisconsin's favorite employee
> owned supermarket and the Grateful Dead were playing on the Shopping Channel
> and in the cereal aisle I discovered myself singing, I will survive. Then I
> picked up a box of Grape Nuts.
>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: karry walker [mailto:karry@xxx.com]
>> Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 12:22 PM
>> To: fishbreath@somewhere.net
>> Subject: Re: pro europa
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>>> That's why it's so quiet.
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>> I'm quiet these days because I don't feel like I'm doing or experiencing
>> anything worth writing about. and when I try too hard to write about
>> nothing, well, it's hollow witticism, which becomes boring to me.
>> So apart
>> from kicking my own ass out of the comfy house, I'm not qualified
>> these days
>> to write.
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>> unlike you, e.
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>> ~k
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