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Weekend To-Do List

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 23:34:36 -0400

Write a proper blog about LAST weekend, seeing Andrew and Ted.
Buy Mom's birthday present.
Do real estate crap.
Do ebay crap.
Do regular work crap.
Update Frozen Barbie.
Burn disc for Ted.
Email photos to Vic.
Obsessively play Pool on Myspace.
Try not to kill a teenager.
Try not to kill self.
Remind self that this time last year you were sick as all hell.
Remind self that a little bit of depression is far better than having a bronchoscopy.
Plan the packing situation for moving.
Discuss cable plans with Mom.
Obsessively listen to NIN and Loveline.
Focus.
Read the fucking books I bought.
Look at tile for my bathroom floor.
Look at carpeting for my bedroom floor.
Look at paint for the library ceiling.
Find cheapo, awesome bookshelves.
Stop clawing at face.
Everything will be okay.
The noise will end soon.

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Goodbye Georgie...

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 14:50:16 -0400

George was to be performing near us soon. George is Bean's totally favorite guy. I planned on taking her to see him. The news today has her very upset. She loves her Georgie, as do I.

George Carlin on Death - RIP

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Eye Tumors, Football and Sex Books

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:33:00 -0400

Friday:

Woke up.
Got ready (aka: brushed teeth).
Went to the doctor.
Was told that I DON'T have eye cancer.
Got a prescription for drops for my boring ol' eye infection.
Walked home.
Had to cross "death street" with a gimp eye and relying on a 14 year old to not get me killed.
Got home alive.
Chilled.

Saturday:

Woke up at 6am.
Got ready (aka: brushed teeth).
Went to Gary's camp.
Sweating in the sun happened.
Had loads of fun.
Got a sunburn.
Watched Bean's boyfriend look like a tard while playing football.
Remembered that Shelley's wedding was currently happening.
Was thankful to not be there, what with my gimp eye and all.
Talked to Gary.
Was thrilled that he remembered me.
Brought Bean's boyfriend home with us.
He does have a name...
It's Josh...
He's a nice boy.
Bean's girlfriend came over.
She has a name too...
It's Colleen...
I love her to pieces.
Got ready (aka: peed and washed sweat off face).
Went to the ghetto carnival.
Watched teenagers ride rusty rides.
Got checked out by a Carnie eating pizza.
Fell in love with Josh.
Kissed the boy on the cheek for being so sweet.

Sunday:

Woke up.
Got ready (aka: You guessed it... brushed teeth).
Went to Dee's store.
Bought $37 worth of Dollar Tree crap.
Well, actually, I only got a toothbrush and a pink Sharpie.
Went to Barnes and Noble.
Had my very first Starbuck's coffee.
Chilled with my cafe mocha and giant chocolate chip cookie while teenagers perused the books.
Burned my tongue on my cafe mocha.
Got checked out by a nerd with a Mac in the cafe.
Teenagers returned.
I left teenagers to peruse the books.
Teenagers found me in the nerd area (aka: Web Design).
Teenagers left to find books that I wanted while I still perused.
I like the word "perused".
Teenagers re-found me.
We ended up in the Sex area.
Teenagers laughed their asses off at every single sex book...
Including one book about the "100 Best Vibrators".
One particular teenager (Bean) thought that "The Sex Bible" was the best one.
Paid for books.
Returned home.
Chilled.
Checked email.
Had one from my boss making sure that I'm okay.
He knows I've been sick.
Josh called Bean.
He confessed his love for me.
He's a nice boy.
Blogged.
Will be going to bed any minute now.

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Fat lips, THREE SHOWS (!!) and 44 y/o brains

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:59:09 -0400

The past... forever since I've posted:

I like bullet posts a whole lot more than real posts.
I've been sick as a dog for two weeks straight with no relief.
Saw a doctor.
Took antibiotics.
Hospitalization was discussed.
Still sick, but a little better.
No hospitalization so far.
I have the brain of a 44 year old according to my DS.
Bean has a new boyfriend.
I've had multiple panic attacks over it.
He's adorable though.
She has good taste.
I fell and busted my face when I was home alone.
Blood galore because I bashed my lip opened.
Bump on forehead from where I smacked my head.
I got yelled at by a 14 year old for hurting myself.
Had a big idea for a new website.
Registered the domain over two weeks ago.
Still haven't done shit with it.
Semi-conned Vic into getting tickets to see NIN in Baltimore.
THREE SHOWS!!!!
That means I'm going!
Made a Vox Group for other people who bullet point posts.
Still haven't done shit to it.
Landed a new job to start soon that pays well.
Still working for my current rad boss who emails and tells me to make sure I take care of myself.
He worries.
Reconnected with a friend of mine.
I love him to pieces.
His girlfriend and I have the same name.
My ex and him have the same name.
Weird, huh?
Saw Disturbed.
Saw Kathy Griffin.
Going to see a Soul's football game tomorrow.
Despite being sick for this long, I have never been more thankful for my world exactly as it is right now.

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QotD: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow...

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 22:36:45 -0400

Every new "Today" seems more anxious than ever. Do you find more solace in "Yesterday" or "Tomorrow"? Why?
Submitted by Bee Whisperer.

None of the above. I find solace in the "Now". Now is the only thing truly real.

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Meh

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:03:10 -0400

I'm sick. Bad.

This may require a hospital visit.

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Proclamation

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Tue, 27 May 2008 16:32:30 -0400

And Rocky said unto me: "It's not how hard you can hit, it's how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward."

Thank you, Rocky.

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Vox Hunt: Striped Showoff

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Mon, 19 May 2008 16:52:41 -0400

Show us something striped.

Cozy Toez

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Vox Hunt: I've Got My Eye on You

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Fri, 16 May 2008 21:06:00 -0400

Show us your gorgeous eyes.
Submitted by [Susan].

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Slippers and a Bush

nobody@vox.com(Halo) — Mon, 12 May 2008 10:47:09 -0400

Monday...

Cried and downloaded the new NIN album.
Listened obsessively.
Picked up my camera after a long, long hiatus.
Took photos of Bean at the park.
Every single one turned out beautiful.

Tuesday...

Took Bean and her friend to see MCR where she got to be plastered to the barricade directly in front of Gerard.
Nearly cried 4 times thinking about how happy she must be up there.
Watched the singer of Taking Back Sunday have stage sex with my baby girl.
Went to Tony Luke's after the show.
Got a Provolone With.
Didn't eat it.
Home.
Bed.

Wednesday...

Got my tickets to see NIN at both the Philly and East Rutherford shows.
Screamed "BOTH SHOWS!!" over and over again all day long.
Ate my Provolone With some time during the screaming.

Thursday...

Tried to convince Vic and Dee to buy me a ticket to see NIN in Baltimore so I can scream "THREE SHOWS!!"
Reminded them that it would be the most perfect 30th birthday gift in the world.

Friday...

Cried a lot of the day for no particular reason.
I don't mind those days.
Asked Dee what she wanted for Mother's Day.
"Slippers... and a white lilac bush."
Frustrated, I repeated "Slippers and a bush!" 9,000 times.
Went to bed and fell to sleep by 10:30.

Saturday...

Slept a record breaking 12 hours.
Got ready, went to the mall.
Went into every damn store looking for slippers.
Finally found them after two hours.
Bought her two pairs.
A practical pair and a cozy pair.
Went with Bean to buy nail polish.
Got myself pink glitter and black glitter.
Bean got every color of the rainbow nail polishes and two headbands.
Spent less than $35.00 at the mall.
Left mall, met Vic, headed to newly found Value City.
Decided to eat first at Chickie's and Pete's.
I got the baby lobsters.
Went to scary mall with Value City.
Bought RED FLANNEL PANTS (!!!!) because Dee threw out my old ones.
Went into Debs.
Bought myself a shirt and shorts and Bean a $5.00 green plaid skirt.
Men were working in Debs and it scared me.
Like... gangster looking kind of men.
Home.
Image Googled "bush" (remember... "slippers and a bush"??) while Bean wrapped up the slippers.
OMFG!
Brilliance happens.
Printed out a photo and popped it in an old frame.
Marveled at how clever I am.
Painted nails pink and black.
Bed.

Sunday...

DIDN'T sleep 12 hours.
Played Animal Crossing while in bed.
Got up.
Yelled at Dee that it's Mother's Day Present Time.
She reached in the bag and pulled out one pair of slippers (the cozy ones).
Loved them.
She reached back in the bag an pulled out the other pair of slippers (the practical ones).
Loved them.
She reached in the bag one last time and pulled out... an 8 x 10 framed photo of... George W. Bush.
She looked confused.
I simply said... "slippers... and a bush".
Laughter ensued because I got her exactly what she wanted.
Went to dinner at one of my favorite places, The Pop Shop.
I wore my RED FLANNEL PANTS (!!!) out to dinner.
I got the Lawnside and the Toll House Pie for dessert.
It was fantastic.
I ordered an Eldridge to bring home to eat the next day.
Home.
Watched the Flyers lose.
Chilled.
Bed.

Monday... Today... Earlier...

Woke up at 7AM to a happy, smiling hamster who was wide awake.
Snuggled her.
Worked.

Now...

Blogging.
It's ugly and raining and cold outside.
Still wearing my RED FLANNEL PANTS (!!!)

Later...

Will eat my Eldridge while catching up with Tivo.
Will get ready.
Will go see Disturbed tonight at the House of Blues.
Seriously considering wearing my RED FLANNEL PANTS (!!!) to the show.

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