Mihow

Year: 2002

  • Brothel and Debra

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    I am reading Brothel. It’s (thus far) and excellent book about legal prostitution in Nevada. Well, last night I read a part about one of the prostitute’s husband. He answered the questions Alexa (the author) asked but admittedly had “issues” at times with the fact that his wife slept with other men every night. He…

  • NPR is making me crazy

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    I think NPR might be making me crazy. First I get West Nile Virus, then I get all hooked on phonics with NPR. I have it on daily. I used to listen to Stern, but I found I pay too much attention to him, so that had to stop. Now I have NPR on. And…

  • Elevator use

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    We have the elevator at our new apartment building from 4-8 p.m. If anyone out there wants to help us, we will take you out for dinner at Loreal Plaza (or whatever you might like) after we are finished. We will get you drunk and let you sleep on our floor. Yes. Indeed. Wanna help?

  • PIll in my throat

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    Worst of all… I have a vitamin stuck in my throat, and it’s been there since 7 a.m. I hate that.

  • fearful cynic

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    Talk. There is a lot of talk. And you expect the worse because you’ve seen a worse. This one will be violent. Very violent. There could be much destruction, best to be home on Friday – when they’re here. (Here). I just finished an excellent book called “Among the Thugs” by Bill Buford. The book…

  • missy

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    I feel like poo. I do. Poo. This is why one should say “no” to wine. It’s 7:30 a.m. and we’re on our way to coffee. I can’t think. My phone is dead and I want to call Toby. I want my bed. I want to rest. My tummy hurts. Apparently, I’m falling apart. :)…

  • phone dead

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    When technologly fights back. My phone is dead, dead, dead. As in, it won’t turn on. And it’s not the battery, well it is the battery but it’s not dead. I think it’s just old and tired. Who knows. But this totally sucks as I know NO ONE’S phone number. So, Ryan and Rob, if…

  • Work

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    Yesterday. My day. Woke up at 6:45 a.m. Waited for Rob to drive my lame butt to the metro station. Got on the Blue line around 7:50 rode to King Street, hopped on the Yellow line. Got to work about 8:30, coffee and bagel in hand. Worked till about 5:00 p.m. At 5:00 p.m. I…

  • Holy Crap

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    Well, here I am. South. Holy crap! I think I’m in shock. Then again, maybe that’s just something one says when they’re not sure they freaked out enough. Who knows. Yesterday was sort of crazy, went through a lot of “training stuff” learned how to remove money from my paycheck by way of 401K, and…

  • New York City

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    I’ve been known as a fruit from time to time. I’ll wonder about and toy with and tickle all the oddities life casually sneaks to us, those weird circumstantial roads one ends up going down where everything (once you’re there) seems almost too planned, as if it was or is meant to be. I can…