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Baby's boats, a silver moon? Or, did you ever see a rabbit climb a tree?
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Jul. 3rd, 2015 @ 02:46 pm I love my love because I know . . .
 . . . my love loves me.
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Jan. 1st, 2012 @ 01:40 pm Things I Will Not Apologize For
On this first afternoon of 2012 . . .

Things I Will Not Apologize For:
  1. Ending the title of this post with a preposition
  2. Polishing off most of a bottle of Pinot Grigio in the afternoon (with eggs and a biscuit) that I had one glass from the night previous at midnight. It may sound a little alcoholic, but I "couldn't resist".
  3. Feeling a little hurt when I realize someone has unfriended me from Facebook, especially when they still have something like 800+ "friends". It may sound lame and selfish of me to give a rat crap, but at least I'm not so selfish and pretentious as to think that my friends list is some kind of sacred menagerie that is reserved for only the most prestigious of human life forms. I think it is bad enough to feel bad about people poo-pooing you without having to feel bad THAT you feel bad about people poo-pooing you. Of course, the kind of people that unfriend you on Facebook, as if it's somehow a tangible storage unit for friends that can somehow be cluttered [unlimited space, unlimited space . . . ], are probably more interested in friends . . . er, "friends" that they have something to gain from other than just a personal kindness. Stepping stones. Can I still operate as a human being and live my life without those people being a tiny addition to my ridiculous "friends" list? Absolizzle. But it's a popcorn seed in my teeth and I've got to send my complaint into the ether.
  4. Having spent most of my 'weekend off' doing jack Sheisse.
  5. My terrible inability to select proper gifts for people.
  6. Believing I have the best family in the world (who, other than people with horrific families, doesn't believe this??)
  7. Living in a sexy house with sexy things, all of which maybe I should have put on hold in lieu of better financial planning.
  8. Being who I am
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Aug. 14th, 2011 @ 04:32 pm Hello, there~
 It has been a long time since I've posted to my journal here.

Today I gave my last tour of the summer at the Cook-Rutledge Mansion in Chippewa Falls (cookrutledgemansion.com). Hopefully I'll be able to do some special group tours sometime in the fall/winter/spring. If you are in the area, definitely give the place a visit. It is a remarkably well-preserved and well-restored Victorian house from 1887.

The rest of the day I'll be spending in the garden and having a beer and dinner with Will'm.
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Jul. 6th, 2009 @ 03:01 pm Book
Gone-Away Lake
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Sep. 26th, 2006 @ 04:46 pm (no subject)
Strawbs'n'bloobs
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Mar. 1st, 2006 @ 12:28 pm (no subject)
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry~~~
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Feb. 14th, 2006 @ 05:35 pm (no subject)
Not about love

The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor

And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud

And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

"What is this posture I have to stare at"
That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game when he lost it
He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier light

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache
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Feb. 5th, 2006 @ 01:25 am Angel in the Snow
I'd say you make a perfect angel in the snow
All crushed down from where you are
Better stop before it goes too far
Don't you know that I love you?
Sometimes I feel like only
A cold still life
Only a frozen still life
That fell down here to lay beside

~Elliott Smith
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Jan. 25th, 2006 @ 01:05 pm Urghhhh . . . .
If everything just straightened itself out right now . . .
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Jan. 23rd, 2006 @ 12:49 am (no subject)

I HATE DEALING WITH MONEY.

I HATE SCHOOL.

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