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Good for you. You did what everyone WANTS to do but is too wimpy to do.
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Find a copy of the Orson Scott Card book called "Saints". In it, he describes life in England during the 1820's, especially working in a factory. Read it. It will make your job seem like sheer heaven.
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Hey, congrats at being done with the personal statement! I hate personal statements. Mine rested in a folder called 'i want to go to grad school' opposite another folder called 'i want a fucking job' on my desktop for, oh, two years. :)
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Thanks. Now I have that Peggy Lee song stuck in my head! DOn't worry darling, things will get better.
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Of course I understand. I'm surprised you made it as long as you did.
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i'm having to change my damn password again. I'm emailing it to your xanthium@diaryland.com email addy; if you don't get it, email me at manchmal@diaryland.com and I will send it to you. Hope you're well.
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I think that this older and wiser thing sometimes works better than the young and optimistic thing. :)
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m, i am locking up for right now, mhm. user: dog; passwd: fur
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y'know, fuck those professorial fucks. My friend in college asked a prof for a recommendation and the prof said, all smarmy, "oh, sure, sure, sure! of course," and I said "friend, tell her you need 6 instead of 5, and read it, she's a liar," and it's true, the stupid bitch wrote a scathing critique, rather than just saying "no, I'm not writing it." Then I asked some big wig in my department to write one, and I'd gotten consistent A grades in 3 of his fucking courses, and the bastard was like "Um, I don't have time." MAKE TIME.
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Ummmm...didn't they tell you about the obligatory blow job? Just kidding! Hell, if I could be on the honors list for THAT, I'd be set for life! ~Rosie~
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You know, I lived in Boulevard, just over the hill from the casino. Now, I liked it out there, but let me 'splain a few things. Indians who get lots of money from the casino to spend on drugs and drink. Marginal people who live out there 'cause it's cheap. More people per capita who are in the witness protection program. If your Mom does move out there, Boulevard is better than Campo. Jacumba sux. It's easier to get to El Cajon (And the ubiquitous Wal-Mart and Vons) via I-8. Remember, there are bumper stickers that say "Pray for me, I drive highway 94" Hmmm...maybe I should do an entry about this...
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That is the funniest thing I've heard all day. I wish you two had done a Masters here. We're a bit more neurotic but much more relaxed about it.
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Or poutine. It's hard to hate poutine.
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Free health care?
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And here I thought S@nta B@rbara was just a very bad soap. Congratulations!
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Do you get Mexican soap operas? I imagine they'd be kinda racy, with loads of bodice-ripping women kissing men with handlebar moustaches. I'm so jealous.
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Well sweetie, if I was there, I'd edit it for you, but meanwhile, enjoy the beach, and the X-Box. Oh, and if you get up to Encinitas, stop in the Borders bookstore and get some coffee...likely you'll meet Meg! She got a job and is enrolled at Palomar. What a good kid!
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OK, here's how to get out of Jury duty...go in and tell them that you are dating a cop, and that from the stories he's telling you, you can't wait to help fry some of those evil bastards! Then again, you might actually enjoy it...and the amazing amount of money that they give you for spending your day with them. Can you believe that I was never called up, but M.Rose has been called up twice. Go figure.
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yes, I can't believe they were charging so much damned money for a converted BUS, not even a trailer but a BUS, like you're on the partridge family or something. Awful.
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"see the world as half full. :-)"
brilliant.
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Liking ballet doesn't mean one has to like Crack. eurgh. Those men in tights give me the heebie-jeebies.
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Really darling, if you are going to pray to the porcelain goddess, you should refrain from praying to the out-the-cab-door-onto-the-street goddess! But since I was there so recently myself, I should refrain from chastising you. At least you didn't stuff inflated pieces of plastic into your bosoms. At least, I hope you didn't!
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you and dianna have destroyed my fairy tale hopes for canada. that apartment shit is bullshit.
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Puppet porn is nothing. Just this month I got hits from someone looking for grandfathers fucking their granddaughters. Now that's sick.
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are you the uber's Monica? Hello, everyone!
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Good luck with your presentation! I'm crossing my fingers and legs for you. Remember all the positives about this trip - free hotel soap!
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Sealing a window?! Now that's disgusting. I always considered myself as somewhat of a slob, but even I like to air out the cigarette smoke every now and then. You really should move out of Montreal. I'm sure you'd have a nicer smelling apartment.
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I once applied for a job at the university's fertility clinic as their receptionist. Imagine being paid money to pass out styrofoam cups and porn to men everyday - now's that's job satisfaction.
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The infamous "boy smell" is why you should never live with a boyfriend. I used to keep finding phantom hand prints on my bathroom wall above the toilet that would re-appear days after I wiped it off. I thought I had a poltergeist until the boyfriend admitted it was him, propping himself against the wall to take a piss. ahem
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You wrote about your cat and I wrote about my dog. I think it proves that most people turn to Diaryland in order to document their pet's behavior instead of writing about their actual lives. (As you can see, I'm trying to avoid the most obvious conclusion, which is that I write about my pet because I don't really have a life. I'm sure this doesn't apply to you. At least I hope it doesn't)
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And Uberfrau said there were no men in Montreal. I beg to differ! Just wave some poutine in their faces and they all come running.
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well, you could always wait to have your ashes spread with poutine....
I think my mother has been useful in giving us all a standard of weirdness.
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well really, I was going to sock you with the turkey, and the stuffing, but then you had that meeting.
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Yo it's thrusday at six, I've tried emailing you at all of your other accoutns to see if you wanted to go and meet me up you know wehre for a drink, but all of them were sent back to me. I am going up there now.
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