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A reminder that this week should be a real winner with the schlock:
Wed, July 2 The Green Slime (1968) dir. Kinji Fukasaku Outer space gummi monsters with electro-shock tentacles attack space crew.

Also I'll be doing that "freaks united" thing - perfect night for me, and I love the opposite sex.

Last weekend I took the time to clean the house, this weekend I actually tore through stuff that had bugged me since I moved a year ago Feb. I recycled a lot of my school stuff - oddly, due to computer files, the old stuff was more likely to be saved than the new: it's pretty much all on computer. Also, as I've drifted into kind of being a lawyer, I realize I actually have education and skill that is worth something. My bachelor's was worthless, but led me to my masters, which was also worthless. I always hung onto my files in case some day I finished my PhD. I also had this AA in programming - I kept it in case I got a Masters in IS. There was always this idea that someday this stuff might come in handy. Instead, I find that my law degree is now my main strength and I actually have developed some lawyering skills. I'm probably not good at it, but it is definitely a skill set that pays. I have so much value now I can start throwing away papers I wrote in 1995. I recycled about 40 lbs of paper, give or take. I'm happy for the crap cleared out, and space gained (or neatness appearing).

Oddly, I also went through the ho-clothes closet. It has been a disaster the entire time I've been here, with the shelf of slut-gear stuffed in the back of the closet. Analogy intended. I moved the halfhazardly placed extra kitchen trim in the back of hte closet, and pulled the ho-cube-clothes-cube to a reachable space in the closet. Then I noticed those lesbian owned and operated leather pants. Size 32. I'm never going to wear them - anyone want? (one broken button). I tried on the super thigh-high slut stilettos - even with my more muscular legs, they're still too big for me. Also up for trying and grabs. I looked at the neat quilted black shorts I have never worn...into the pile they went. Then this skirt...I think Mel might have given it to me, horrid black thing with a silver clasp mechanism at the top. Now, understand I'm uh...not wearing pants to clean the place. I'll bet this doesn't even fit right...slip it on, and it does fit. Purty much dead on. The mirror...wow. Damn, look at those legs. And the material - all stretchy, so no matter how I move it's always just inch away from 'hello sailor.' Ok, maybe I'll keep that one. What about this...oh yeah, wow. That does make me look good. Forgot I used to like this dress-up crap for ME. Might have to break out the Vlad-gear one of these days :)