happy birfday carolyn
big ups fred rogers
welcome new buddy

thursday roctober 4th year 0


HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROLYN (CAROLYN!!!!)


to carolyn - "its you like like, its not the clothes you wear, its not the way you do your hair(do) but its you i like. The way you are right now,the way down deep inside you,Not the things that hide youNot your toys--they're just beside you. But it's you I like.Every part of you--Your skin, your eyes, your feelingsWhether old or new.I hope that you'll rememberEven when you're feeling blueThat it's you I like, it's you yourselfIt's you. It's you I like."


that one comes courtesy of ma'dog fred rogers but i actually sang this into her work voice mail this morning and got a little teary. look everyone i have feelings (or i've lost my friggin mind!).


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anyhoot, i'm gettin a kitten! a boy i need name suggestions so please suggest away.


-- today i had to help judge a "poetry slam!" at the liberry.... there were 2 contestants.. teens. one wrote a poem about someone jumping off a bridge.. and actually used the word/name "midge" to rhyme. thankfully my co-judge was a man of character and sincerity... and he made alot of supportive commentary which i think covered my snickering.


--i just saw a commercial for a new reality/contest show featuring magicians. i loathe magic.... is that wrong of me. i don't loathe the magical nature of watching squirrels, or seeing stars, or hearing your favorite stones song on the radio when you need it... but as far as things levitating, or cards appearing out of peoples rear ends or hats laden with stuff.... thats not for me.. i did, in high school, draw a killer picture of the now deceased magician doug henning.. him i liked... super fruity, long hairdo with bangs, and a super fro's n staches moustache... and loved to say that "magical things are everywhere...." other then that... david blaine, chris angel, whom ever can kiss my ass. so there. i also do not believe in christmas as magic.


-- other then that what? tomorrow is friday that is a good thing.


oh oh oh oh oh yea... i got a new title at work.. i am no longer "jackass level 8" - i am the "program coordinator of x-high school" thats kinda nice. means not so much and i got a truly miniscule raise but it is nice to get recognition from the big muckity mucks (oh yea plus the large COOKIE PIE).... i feel like i'm giving a silent finger (big fan of the silent finger).. to various shit heels in the company who think i'm a complete goof off because i am ultra light. ha ha... you sons of bitches.... i have a title. shit i may wear my frincess crown tomorrow to celebrate.


okey dokey


go tribe or whatever.


later me