Year: 2003
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What's up, Doc?
I have a doctor’s appointment today. Actually, because of our lovely health care system, I wasn’t able to get a “doctor” to see me until the end of September so I had to settle on a nurse practitioner. I stand corrected, I have a nurse practitioner’s appointment today. Damn HMOs. At this point I would…
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Music for you
I’m walking home from work, it’s a Thursday. I have 5 videos in a bag dangling from my arm, it’s one of the perks about working there, free movies and Swedish Fish. The snow started falling at 9 a.m. It’s now 5. People are climbing out from their corners, headed for the bars, headed for…
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Days of Yore
This day, last year. This is something new I’m trying for the “In Retrospects”. This is a link to exactly one year ago, today.
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Ten Things I Like About People I Don't Know. (In no particular order).
1). Girls who in the morning have wet hair. 2). That after the 3rd time something small sets off a highly sensitive car alarm, the situation is moved into highly amusing and they are forced to laugh. 3). Their ability to overlook the embarrassing. 4). That the cops who sit on our corner trying to…
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Freaks
Blogging. Blogs. Weblogs. Blahgs. Much of this area on the internet reminds me of the cafeteria in elementary school only it’s worse because judgment as to who can sit where without being called a “stinkin bitch!” or a “filthy loser!” isn’t passed on one’s hot pair of (imitation) Jellies from Hills, it’s not passed on…
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Starbucks letter
To whomever it may concern: (A letter I sent to Starbucks). I generally don’t give negative feedback, however, the people who work at the store on 7th and Pennsylvania in Washington, D.C. (which is across the street from where I work) are infamously rude to their patrons. Usually, it’s just a blatant disregard for common…
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Where are you?
Time for a question! It’s simple. I’m mihow. I currently sit at a gray desk in Washington, D.C., U.S.A. To the fine folks who leave comments here regularly and bring me daily fits of joy and laughter, I was thinking it’d be nice to know where it is you write from. So, where? Just a…
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Gross Things We May Have Stepped On
I once had a date with a redheaded boy named Keith (who turned out to be quite boring and rather strange-in that I’m too touchy feely and talk too soft sort of way-but that’s not the point of this story). On our first date, which I thought would consist of sitting on his front porch,…
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