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I am one tired muffin, but I am tired from one of the best weekends I've had in forever...or December. Someting like that.

Saturday night I drove home, and feeling burned out from SP's bites & remission, I tuned into WETA. God knows what show I bumped into, but after seeing some of my favorite pagan renfest pensiggy geeks the folk - baroque music was right on cue. So was the host, explaining her entire personal schedule with a complete lack of any sort of professionalism and saying she simply wouldn't have the 3-4 weeks of backlogged playlists up until, well maybe next monday...it was like hearing a tape made by your mom. The music...wow. What's funny is weird tribal, folk, and 'organic' music is about the only type I can reliably say I'll like. I blasted the traditional instruments and simple voices all the way home.

I've had a lot of confusing conversations this weekend. I feel good though.

I never made the gym, but kelowna and I put a good 20 miles on the insanely paved & painted trails around NoVa. The wind was annoying but made sure that we worked the whole way. Spooge and rocks. My ass is sore like my man is bony or something. Starsky & Hutch wasn't so much funny as fun to watch - full of fun campy items. Could have lived w/o the 'acting gay is so funny becuase it strips away your manliness' routine, but that is appealing to the mainstream. Gay = hte funny.

Last night I was home in time to catch Hearts of space again a la WETA. I stayed up just long enough to stick batteries in the new weather station, and found the humidity in the place was 57%. Today the dehuidifier is running while I work.

Law school did do one thing - make me appreciate how much time I do have when I'm not in it. I'm back to thinking of a 40 hour work week as a vacation.

oh my god

I am about to give my last piece of romantic advice, oddly enough as a squirrel in a flash video. I'm serious. Look. L O O K ! It's funny! It's true and it's about your fucking life so you need to watch! L O O K N O W !

For more and more and more - http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html
(see foamy's rant, but in general I agree with all his wisdom)

Need sound, work safe pics, but laced with high-pitched profanities.

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I've decided that if I become a god capable of great acts with a flick of my metaphysical wrist, that I will deny all wishes:
made in rhyme or annoying parameter
that involve doing weird things to animals or with parts of animals
made nude without sufficient reason
made dressed in strange clothing such as ornate robes
made in any language foreign to the speaker (I'm a fucking god, not a moron - you don't need to speak in an ancient tongue)
made to other gods first, only to turn to me upon their rejection (hey gods can be vain and petty too - just ask the xtians)

I reserve to right to grant wishes listed above if they involve a certain degree of sick irony.

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God dayam I'm hot. So, I never go to Gold's during the week since I'm always in school, and it's just easier to go to the gym over there after class. Well. Today I'm in Gold's and holy frijole was I getting checked out all over. I forgot what a treat it is to be fresh meat! My ass is sore just from the looks!

I'm really posting because I'm confused by a frat boy I saw. He had lots of ink, and a shirt that said "ΔΣΣ" on on side and "Frat boys with guns" on the other. One arm said "BROTHERHOOD" in gansta letters, the other had the ANARCHY symbol!? I don't mean to say anything, but fraternity...anarchy?