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Aims - Aug 25, 2006 8:55:10 am PDT #228 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Fucking punk-ass crank calls.

Him: My girlfriend Jessica there?
Me: There's noone here by that name.
Him: Oh, well, what's your daughter's name?
Me: Why?
Him: She gave me this phone number and told me to call her.
Me: No, she didn't.
Him: Yes she did.
Me: No she didn't. She's two years old.
Him: Oh. She's two? Well, how old are you?
Me: Married, that's how old.
Him: Do you have a husband or are you divorced?
Me: Being married generally means I have a husband. Get your punkass in school.

t click

ChiKat - Aug 25, 2006 8:58:56 am PDT #229 of 10000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Get your punkass in school

BWAH!!!

OMG. I slept the sleep of the dead last night. I must have been exhausted. After driving 10 hours yesterday and being in my own bed again, I didn't get up till noon. I feel so much better. My cat seems to feel better being home and sleeping, too.

lisah - Aug 25, 2006 9:01:40 am PDT #230 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate

Or, if it's over the weekend, Happy Birthday in advance,

It's tomorrow. ooh I'm about to get cake!

SuziQ - Aug 25, 2006 9:08:21 am PDT #231 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Clueless idiots abound...

Last week, I ran into my local Safeway, dressed in my full A's gear.

Misc. people: "Are the A's in town?"
Me: "Yep"
Misc. People: "Oh, are you going to the game"
Me: No, I normally put on an A's jersey, weighed down with 4 lbs of pins, a neon green wig, and a gold tinsle pompom headband to go grocery shopping

Then, there was the dude at the checkout counter

Dude: "You going to the game?"
Me: Duh "Yes"
Dude: "You single?"
Me: "No, I'm married."
Dude: "Is your husband here?"
Me: (don't ask why I answered, I don't know) "No"
Dude: "Can I get your number?"
Me: ...

§ ita § - Aug 25, 2006 9:12:26 am PDT #232 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I got into a "My, doesn't it suck that gas is expensive" conversation when I last filled up. As I was getting into my car to drive away, the overriding thought was "Well, dude, you're driving a Hummer."

Volans - Aug 25, 2006 9:37:24 am PDT #233 of 10000
move out and draw fire

Health~ma for Bartelby, Beej.

"Well, dude, you're driving a Hummer."

My friend whose team just won girls' softball nationals said that as a reward, the girls got to ride in a Hummer limo for a couple hours. He had the good grace to be appalled, at least.

Tom S, love your tagline.

beth b - Aug 25, 2006 9:43:21 am PDT #234 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

happy anniversary to Jess and FoneBone!

beth b - Aug 25, 2006 9:47:12 am PDT #235 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

health ma~~ to Bartleby.

I just realized I have had two days without stupid conversations. that isn't supposed to happen - esp at a public library.

lisah - Aug 25, 2006 9:48:22 am PDT #236 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate

I hope Bartleby's illness easy to treat and short-lived. Poor pup & pup's person.

erikaj - Aug 25, 2006 9:55:12 am PDT #237 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!

I couldn't remember if I needed to send pup -ma or kitty -ma for Bartleby, but now that I know I hope he will be wagging his tail soon.

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