There's a party in the cupboard
What, too much rat sex for her own good? I envy the girl not... but thanks!
What, too much rat sex for her own good? I envy the girl not... but thanks!
Our friend Danielle is simply on a bit of a sabbatical. And she is probably very busy with school and all. I am confident that she will be back when she is ready.
Our friend Danielle is simply on a bit of a sabbatical. And she is probably very busy with school and all. I am confident that she will be back when she is ready.
you don't post very often, do you kiddo?
you don't post very often, do you kiddo?
Hello Sissel!!
As far as I know, nobody from the family is in New York--we're all scattered about the west and midwest. I'll doublecheck with my mom, though, or you can e-mail her at cmngsart@aol.com. She would LOVE to hear from you.
New York is a wonderful place, and I'm sure you'll have a great time.
love,
Danielle
Hello Sissel!!
As far as I know, nobody from the family is in New York--we're all scattered about the west and midwest. I'll doublecheck with my mom, though, or you can e-mail her at cmngsart@aol.com. She would LOVE to hear from you.
New York is a wonderful place, and I'm sure you'll have a great time.
love,
Danielle
Greetings from Norway. I´m visiting New York March 2004, week 10 and 11. Is anybody in the family there?
Greetings from Norway. I´m visiting New York March 2004, week 10 and 11. Is anybody in the family there?
Hey dee:
Today I was going through "orientation" for Red Robin. At one point the GM took us into the giant walk-in refrigerator, where he pointed out some things. We were only in there for a few minutes, but I felt my skin grow tight and frigid and my extermities begin to atrophy and my heartbeat slow down drastically and my teeth chatter to the point of cracking from the cold. As we were leaving, I asked, "How cold is it in here, anyway?"
"Forty degrees," he replied.
And I thought I was feelin' Chicago, yo. I am a California wimp.
Hey dee:
Today I was going through "orientation" for Red Robin. At one point the GM took us into the giant walk-in refrigerator, where he pointed out some things. We were only in there for a few minutes, but I felt my skin grow tight and frigid and my extermities begin to atrophy and my heartbeat slow down drastically and my teeth chatter to the point of cracking from the cold. As we were leaving, I asked, "How cold is it in here, anyway?"
"Forty degrees," he replied.
And I thought I was feelin' Chicago, yo. I am a California wimp.
Danielle,
Greetings from Tver'! I just ran accross your blog, in a google search for something completely unrelated! Crazy talk!
Having a good time back in Chicago?
-Chris
Danielle,
Greetings from Tver'! I just ran accross your blog, in a google search for something completely unrelated! Crazy talk!
Having a good time back in Chicago?
-Chris
To Dee:
I certainly hope it WOULD be your cat. Your cat hopes so too.
To Dee:
I certainly hope it WOULD be your cat. Your cat hopes so too.
Anyway, I was actually really excited about this dream, because it made me realize that I have a conscious!! Isn't that great? I never knew it existed! And I wanted you to be the first to know that sometimes I actually feel kind of bad about making fun of people all the time. But I'm not going to stop doing it, because goddamn, it's fucking hilarious.
Anyway, I was actually really excited about this dream, because it made me realize that I have a conscious!! Isn't that great? I never knew it existed! And I wanted you to be the first to know that sometimes I actually feel kind of bad about making fun of people all the time. But I'm not going to stop doing it, because goddamn, it's fucking hilarious.
Then this really sad looking fat girl who I don't recognize came in to the T station where we were waiting. She walked over to the other side of the station, which was a hair salon where girls were getting their hair done for prom. She was really timid and looked embarassed as she pulled a small tiara out of her purse and gave it to the hairdressed. You and I watched, giggling to ourselves sporadically, until we heard her speak. She told the hairdresser, "I know that I shouldn't have this tiara, because I'm the furthest thing from the prom queen. I know I'm fat and ugly, and you're probably surprised I even have a date to prom. But this is the one night that I want to feel special, and I want you to do my hair with this tiara in it so I can feel like a queen tonight, even if people laugh at me." The porr girl had tears in her eyes, and you and I just stood there kind of numb, feeling really guilty, and then we both started crying. And then I woke up.
Then this really sad looking fat girl who I don't recognize came in to the T station where we were waiting. She walked over to the other side of the station, which was a hair salon where girls were getting their hair done for prom. She was really timid and looked embarassed as she pulled a small tiara out of her purse and gave it to the hairdressed. You and I watched, giggling to ourselves sporadically, until we heard her speak. She told the hairdresser, "I know that I shouldn't have this tiara, because I'm the furthest thing from the prom queen. I know I'm fat and ugly, and you're probably surprised I even have a date to prom. But this is the one night that I want to feel special, and I want you to do my hair with this tiara in it so I can feel like a queen tonight, even if people laugh at me." The porr girl had tears in her eyes, and you and I just stood there kind of numb, feeling really guilty, and then we both started crying. And then I woke up.
Danielle, the other night I had a dream that you and I were in Boston, at the Davis Square T stop, waiting for the Tufts shuttle. We were people watching as we waited, and all the passersby were unpopular people we went to high school with. Each time one passed, we would make fun of them and giggle really hard to ourselves. It was prom night, I think (why the Rio Mesa prom was being held in Boston, I can't explain).
Danielle, the other night I had a dream that you and I were in Boston, at the Davis Square T stop, waiting for the Tufts shuttle. We were people watching as we waited, and all the passersby were unpopular people we went to high school with. Each time one passed, we would make fun of them and giggle really hard to ourselves. It was prom night, I think (why the Rio Mesa prom was being held in Boston, I can't explain).
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