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Thursday, July 15, 2004

gorj's fundraiser idea put into effect!
I suggested to Wayne today that Bella Coola play the battle of the bands here in town. Who would we be up against? Someone called "Brown Shag Carpet."
Clever.
Wayne's response?
"We'd totally win."
Take THAT BSC!

9:36 am
(phone rings)
mame: (groggily) hello?
pem: hey, did I wake you?
mame: yeah, but it's ok because I was having a terrible dream about Britney Spears...

A billboard I saw today
"God is INSANELY generous."

Well, enough said.
Your thoughts?

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

I went driving today with Wayne and we hunted for the perfect amp, listened to the same Emmylou Harris song about 150 times, drank lots of fountain drinks and smoldered in the late afternoon heat.
It was just what I needed as I round the bend of my summer of fun. Tomorrow night Ms. C and I will head to the cabin (weather permitting) to spend the weekend just me, her, the dogs and the left side of the Blue Ridge Ingles wine section.

In other, more disgusting news: our struggle with keeping our pets healthy continues, as Duncan's tail literally exploded today and might need to be amputated. Since he was only born with a nub anyway, the vet said he'll recover ok.
(how does a tail literally explode you ask? well, if it's filled with infection it eventually pops. gross, huh?)

The heavens are about to open up. Bring it on.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Update
STILL MONUMENTALLY PISSED OFF!
Although watching Petey Wheatstraw and JC Superstar with Wayne today with a McDonald's chaser seemed to ease the pain temporarily.

Monday, July 12, 2004

MOTHERFUCKER!
Guess which RP teacher didn't get the classroom she was promised and will (once again) be floating with a cart full of FUCKING SUPPLIES.

I'm depressed and everyone I know that would let me whine all night is either at the movies or in the studio. I wouldn't want to listen to myself moan either, but we're supposed to tolerate that of our friends. Ya'll SUCK!

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