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Archive for June, 2001

|| June 26, 2001 || 1:42 am || Comments (0) ||

I have a comment system installed now. I don’t know how I feel about this yet.

Be gentle, schmucks.

|| June 26, 2001 || 1:33 am || Comments (0) ||

When going into the freezer to retrieve ice for a cold drink, I know automatically now that the middle tray of the five we keep in there is usually the surest bet for frozen ice. Unless we had company earlier in the evening, of course.

It’s also pretty much the safest. I cannot begin to tell you the number of times in the past that I have quickly pulled off the top tray and effectively drenched my front in icy water.

We have a nearly-new refrigerator with built-in icemaker dealy. Why the heck don’t we have the effing thing hooked UP?

|| June 26, 2001 || 1:15 am || Comments (0) ||

*presses fingers to lips*

|| June 26, 2001 || 12:16 am || Comments (0) ||

Tim sent me a very nice e-mail. I appreciate very nice e-mails from complete strangers.

It’s pretty insanely flattering, if I think about it. Makes me blush and all that hoo-hah. This Completely Random Person That I Don’t Know took time out of their day to tell me that they have some sort of appreciation for what I am saying or doing.

And when you’re in the Realm Of The Link, oh my! Like Christmas. I know, I am SUCH a gushing web newbie. I can’t help it, but that’s probably because I haven’t had the problem of being linked on some complete and utter idiot’s site as of yet.

Anyway, *scuffs toe in dirt, peeks from beneath bangs, mumbling defensively because she knows she was prattling on* go peek in on Tim.

|| June 26, 2001 || 12:04 am || Comments (0) ||

That last post happened rather on accident. Hell, I’m not even sure whatthefuck happened.

But I’m not gonna delete it, as I think it’s quite funny; a whole post for one little period.

And the period is just hangin’ in there, giving no quarter. GO PERIOD, GO!

|| June 26, 2001 || 12:00 am || Comments (0) ||


|| June 25, 2001 || 11:59 pm || Comments (0) ||

I am kind of jealous, in a weird way, that Dee found him first.

I’m also jealous of the way she took the words right out of my mouth:
[paraphrasing, since her archives are kaput right now]“I could love a boy like this.”