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St-Jennifer-of-the-Knife
2005-05-30 21:27:33 UTC
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Soldiers make good fertilizer, but that's about it. Actually they might
make good hot dogs too. I remember David cackling "Soylent Green is
PEEEOPLE!" at random in San Francisco.

I have no respect for the people around me. I don't want to have
respect for them. Jonah says love and curiosity are the only real
things, but sometimes I feel brimful of antilove and anticuriosity. How
can he stand to be married to me?

Ariadne asked "why" for the first time yesterday. Milestone, snapshot,
scrapbook. Lots of my fellow middle aged housewives are into
scrapbooking and taking photos and "archiving" the "history" of their
flat-vanilla-coke lives.

All my relatives (and relatives in law) complain that I don't take
enough pictures of the girls. They're actually quite photogenic. Eris
has an almost uncanny resemblance to the Olsen twins. My grandmother
wants me to market them. "They could be models!"

Jonah and I have finished the parenting class the Department of Family
Services imposed on us. Jonah scored badly on the empathy part of the
final exam, which makes sense given that he also fails the Turing test.
But my oozing empathy and nurturing earthmotherness made up for his
abstruse Asperger's austerity. We were the only married couple in the
class and everyone said what a great dad Jonah was to bother with this
stuff, even if they never understood a word he said.

So we have defeated the government interventionists finally and now
embark on The Rest of Our Lives. I'm thirty as of a week ago. Whee.
David
2005-05-31 00:29:51 UTC
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On Mon, 30 May 2005, St-Jennifer-of-the-Knife wrote:
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my fellow middle aged housewives [...]
I'm thirty as of a week ago. Whee.
People like you have no business calling yourselves "middle-aged". GACK.
If you're middle-aged then Layo is ANCIENT.

Happy birthday anyway. It just dawned on me that I'd forgotten, and that
there are lots of birthdays I've forgotten: I remember Michelle's every
now, and then but my parents' and sister's stuck more permanently from
years of practice (it helps that my sister was born on Dad's birthday),
and though I'll remember my older niece's for a week or two after my
sister reminds me I still can't retain the younger kid's -- though I do
recall she was born one warm month in 1996 (the year I ran away for good).

I've forgotten everybody else's birthday, except Hitler's and my own.
I wish I could forget mine, and never have another one.


D.
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"Old whores don't giggle much."
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Mica
2005-05-31 20:27:25 UTC
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Post by St-Jennifer-of-the-Knife
All my relatives (and relatives in law) complain that I don't take
enough pictures of the girls. They're actually quite photogenic. Eris
has an almost uncanny resemblance to the Olsen twins. My grandmother
wants me to market them. "They could be models!"
Take your grandmother out and shoot her. There is almost nothing
more damaging to a young woman than family members who want to
push her into modeling.

Mica
David
2005-06-01 03:07:53 UTC
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On Tue, 31 May 2005, Mica wrote:
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There is almost nothing more damaging to a young woman than family
members who want to push her into modeling.
I'm glad you said "almost".

Damn girl, your life must suck these days. Is it bad enough to count a
torrid fling with Bukvich as an improvement? If so may I see jpegs? It
might also help if I could write it up as fiction for _The New Yorker_.
At least I'd call it fiction anyway, but since I have no imagination I'd
need youse not only to go through with it but also take extensive notes.


D.
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"Old whores don't giggle much."
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Mica
2005-06-01 18:14:30 UTC
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[...]
There is almost nothing more damaging to a young woman than family
members who want to push her into modeling.
I'm glad you said "almost".
Damn girl, your life must suck these days. Is it bad enough to count a
torrid fling with Bukvich as an improvement?
I'm pretty sure that Buk has no desire to have a torrid fling
with me. Oh wait, you were talking to Jen, huh? Sorry, am
quitting caffiene this week, and brain no work so good in the
a.m. as a result.

Mica
b***@my-deja.com
2005-06-01 18:25:37 UTC
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I'm pretty sure that Buk has no desire to have a torrid fling
with me.
Yes.
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Oh wait, you were talking to Jen, huh?
No.

He was talking to you. I could, however, introduce you to Justin
Lookalike. Judging from the endless parade of gash going through his
apartment in the last year and a half it is almost a sure thing that

1.) the guy is a rage in the sack

&

2.) he is not at all picky.

So basically you cannot lose!

B.
Mica
2005-06-01 18:32:49 UTC
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He was talking to you. I could, however, introduce you to Justin
Lookalike. Judging from the endless parade of gash
Endless parade of gash. That is, like, the most charming phrase
ever.

Mica

' Clarie, are you a virgin? '
b***@my-deja.com
2005-06-01 18:59:00 UTC
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Endless parade of gash. That is, like, the most charming phrase
ever.
thankyou thankyou thankyou

I knew all these poetry lessons would eventually pay off.

B.
['I feel pretty']
Epizoot Wilkins
2015-01-04 07:05:52 UTC
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Post by St-Jennifer-of-the-Knife
Soldiers make good fertilizer, but that's about it. Actually they might
make good hot dogs too. I remember David cackling "Soylent Green is
PEEEOPLE!" at random in San Francisco.
I have no respect for the people around me. I don't want to have
respect for them. Jonah says love and curiosity are the only real
things, but sometimes I feel brimful of antilove and anticuriosity. How
can he stand to be married to me?
Ariadne asked "why" for the first time yesterday. Milestone, snapshot,
scrapbook. Lots of my fellow middle aged housewives are into
scrapbooking and taking photos and "archiving" the "history" of their
flat-vanilla-coke lives.
All my relatives (and relatives in law) complain that I don't take
enough pictures of the girls. They're actually quite photogenic. Eris
has an almost uncanny resemblance to the Olsen twins. My grandmother
wants me to market them. "They could be models!"
Jonah and I have finished the parenting class the Department of Family
Services imposed on us. Jonah scored badly on the empathy part of the
final exam, which makes sense given that he also fails the Turing test.
But my oozing empathy and nurturing earthmotherness made up for his
abstruse Asperger's austerity. We were the only married couple in the
class and everyone said what a great dad Jonah was to bother with this
stuff, even if they never understood a word he said.
So we have defeated the government interventionists finally and now
embark on The Rest of Our Lives. I'm thirty as of a week ago. Whee.
You married a strap-on

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