Blossom451: Ask Blossom!

2002-03-14T17:01:00.000-08:00

Dear friend or Email Recipiant,

Do you ever wish that you could be free from financial
worries and be able to retire early?

I know I due, and I have found a opportunity that will really
imprest you, if you are willing to work a few hours a week
on a proven system in a relaxed low pressure environment, (Not Watkins!)
that will bring you an income forever and ever. In fact, with this system,
even if you are not active, you can still succeed, so why look
any further, why have a real job like those suckers at McDonalds? When
money is growing on tree's.

Being in the right place at the right time, does not happen
often to many of us, but you are there right now. I have
spent three years looking for that perfect business opportunity(Not Kirby Vacums)
and I can tell you there are not many around. Unless you have email, then
they are always there getting rich in your Inbox.

About two months ago, I was sent information about a home
based business(Not Amway!), and when I took the time to look and really
read all the info on it; well, I was impressed! This system (Not Cutco knives!)
is really so easy and simple to make a reasonable recurring
income, in just a short time, I was earning money to put aside
for my pets, some for my crack addiction, gave me the ability
to improve my general quality of living as an unemployed college grad.
I was also able to take a well deserved holiday for the first time since
christmas!

Please think about this as a real opportunity to earn an unrealistic
amount of money. I am not talking about hundreds of thousands,
but I am saying that this system on its own, without you having
to do a thing, will provide you and your family with an extra super
above - average income of special money. At least $40 a day!

This business has given me more time with my family and friends and thier
friends who are impressed by money and cars, more little luxuries, being able to
travel and also, which I think is really important in this world of uncertainty,
money for rainy day (an English phrase meant to not litterally refer to a rainy day!).

If you would like further information on this "real" business (Not pyramid scheme!)
opportunity emailed to you, please respond at this e-mail address:
Blossom451

Make sure "more-info-please" is in the subject line or nothing will
be received by you from me.

2002-02-02T06:49:00.000-08:00

The Canadians Are Coming

So here's what has been happening in my life since my last posting.
Peter and I have still been putting up with each other and loving every minute of it. Although the L word hasn't been uttered. We did the family wedding last weekend when Pete's second cousin Maryilee got hitched up in Bemidji. This was the first wedding date for me and it was as harrowing as I expected. The whole while I was waiting for some fourth aunt on the bad side of the family to ask us if we were serious and when we were getting married. Or when the baby would be born. Or when we were going to move back to the Range and live like the rest of the family. But it didn't happen, at least to me. Pete's cousin Ben, brother of the bride, asked him if I was knocked up while they were up at the bar, but he blew it off as the liquor talking. And apparently for Ben it's always the liquor talking. Up on the Range in mid-winter, the only thing to do snowmobile and drink. Or icefish. The highlight of the weekend was meeting Pete's Grandfather Julius Rothschild who drinks sourmash and goes on rants only an Ironranger Italian could say and not be locked up in the huskow. Apparently old Granddad was a goalie for the Blackhawks back in the days before helmets or facemasks and took a puck off the noggin while playing up in Montreal. Since then, he is known to yell and scream whenever he hears Canada mentioned. He yells, "Canadians! Those Bastards!" And then goes back to talking or staring into his drink or what ever he does to pass the time between anti-Canukian explosions. The family had to lock up his 30.06 when that song from Titanic was popular and he'd start threatening to kill that damn Frenchie bitch Celine Dion. Luckily the family kept him on mostly water diet at the wedding and there was no mention of Canada or Canada related explatives. Needless to say there was no Windsor or Canadaian Club served at the cash bar.

Work is going well. Manager Doris went on her mid-winter Mexican pool boy romp as she does every winter. She came back with a full-body tan and a haggard look only a week of drinking cheap tequila will get you. Think Keith Richards meets Cruela DeVille. Or hell, even CeeCee DeVille for that matter. While she was away I was sorta the acting manager although some lackie from HQ was sent down to be the offical boss. He sat in the back and recovered from long nights at a Holiday Inn lounge and I made sure things ran smoothly. He said the Holiday Inn lounge is the beauty of playing by out-of-town rules. On thursday I took a phone call from his wife back in Duluth and had to duck away from the interrogation. She heard a perky female pick up and got immediately suspicious and accusing. I told her that her man was in the can and that he was to ugly to sleep with and she seemed ok with that answer. Apparently she knows him well enough to have bought it. My moto is always state the obvious and people will respect you. But all in all I'm moving up in the world and edging towards the american dream whether I like it or not. Even if I do get the manager's position out at the Burnsville Mall, I'll never live in the suburbs.

blossom451

2002-01-01T07:02:00.000-08:00

Long Time No Write

I must first start off by apologizing to all my on-line and real life friends for isolating and not returning your calls over the past few months. You see, I've been in a whirlwind romance with my Halloween Guy and am the type of girl who ignores good friends when I've got a beau on the line. Coffee with a friend is good, but coffee with a guy who puts out is ever so much better. I'm a girl, but I'm a girl who knows the value of a good lay. And he's fun to be around after the sex so thats a plus. So here's a quick update and I promise I'll call all of you today and we'll get together. Its my resolution in fact.

So you might recall that I met this cute guy back on Halloween. He works at the Irish pub down the street and he's a fine arts senior at the UofM. His name is Peter Rothschild. No he doesn't have money, although with a name like that he should have been born wearing an ascot. After our meeting on All Hallow's Eve, he called me up the next week and we met for coffee. He turned out to be a nice guy whose interesting without being too narcisistic or too high maintaince. He is planning to graduate in the spring after taking five years to finish up. And he's like me: Good education and no marketable skills other than service industry serf. So he'll be a bartender for a few years until he decides on a grad school. Right now he's thinking of Michigan or orther Big Ten schools but thats way down the line and who knows what will happen. In the catagory of Who Knows What Will Happen, we've gotten serious, well serious isn't the right word - not like we've moved in together or anything - exclusive is a fairly accurate definition. We have been seeing each other on a daily basis. Alternating nights sleeping at each others' apartments and can recognize each others' voice on the phone with a simple, "It's me." I' ve only gotten to the "It's Me," stage once before and that was in fifth grade with Marty Johnson so I guess this is a first. I've done the alternating nights bit before, but its different when its apartments across the city and not dorm rooms two floors apart. Its also a first that I've met his folks. In Minneapolis so many people are from some where else in the state and nobody has their parents living nearby so its a big deal to meet the folks. So you have to go out of your way and risk getting snowbound in a car or someone's home to visit the parents in the out-state. BTW, there is no greater fear than to visit for the afternoon and end up forced to stay the night in The Parents house because of the winter weather. The whole where are You sleeping issue should not come up on the first meeting. Its like opening the deal with, "So I'm the bitch sleeping with your son!" But luckily neither visit to the respective families ended with pretend sleeping on the couch in the basement rec room and lying to the Mom. Both were simple non binding handshake, "So you're in college..." meetings that allows the name of the significant other to be brought up in future phone conversations with home and people will have a face to connect to the name. I think most Mom's suspect the current beau or girl of being some terrible loser or dope freak or STD riddled whore until they meet and can pass judgement on their own. I think they also have a stock list of interview questions that probe the underlying motivation of the new fling without breaking the fragile membrane of polite conversation. Siblings on the other hand have no such format and are free to probe and investigate with all the tack of Ghangis Khan pillaging a village. With my sister around, a sledge hammer to the forehead would be more discrete. I think my parents knew this and stayed inbounds while Jenny did a Mike Wallace on his intentions with me. Pete did a good job however of deflecting and being non-specific without appearing evasive. He grew up watching Ollie North facing the sub-committee and knows how to block his sweat glands from going into over drive in moments of crisis. So it was amicable. Handshakes were given. Embarassing comments were made like, "So we finally get to meet Mr. Wonderfull!" and respective fathers purchased respective mid-priced meals at family run resteraunts. It was during the hollidays but not on Christmas eve or Christmas day, so no gifts were presented, no committments made. No one was made part of the family, no expectations on Easter dinner or future family gatherings were offered. No hands were offered in marriage and no dowery of goats provided to the Rothschild family. So if it all goes South tommorrow the hurt will be limited to the direct participants and not the extended families. It was not as bad as I had feared. We both came away with a new found appreciation all both our grudges against our families and can now empathize much more authentically than prior to having direct contact with the offending parties. We both understand why we do not live next door to our parents and why a twice monthly phone call is all that is needed at the current time. And best of all we didn't go running away hysterical and we both return each others calls. All in all it was a productive month. But you can see why I haven't been returning email or phone calls. Its hard work falling in love.
I'm beginning to think that relationships can be measured by a function of relative honesty. The early stages are all lies. I'm the most interesting person on the earth and you my dear are a stunning Greek God. This is where we are currently. The next stage is the more rational stage of partial lies. I do like your family and yes you are a good cook. I am told this stage comes after a year or so. I've never gotten past the total lie stage so this is all taken from anacdotal information. The final stage is extreme and ruthless honesty. I am told many couples never get to this stage or if they do its seperation or divorce which prompts the couple into finally telling it like it is. You should have never taken that job because you are out of town more than I want you to be. I'm attracted to other women, but I still love you. Or Jerry Springer fronts both parties a thousand bucks to get honest in front of millions of people. I stand on a policy of honesty and aspire one day to total honesty and hope the relationship can handle it. But for now, I'm fine with the small lies and yes I orgasm everytime we make love. Oh, I mean have sex. We have sex and not make love all though there is a possibility in the future. I've told him I really like spending time with you and he's mentioned that he Loves my smile. But neither has steped across the gaping hole of, "I love you."

Thats enough for now. Maybe more about work later today.
Blossom451

2001-11-14T16:31:00.000-08:00

sorry i've been silent. I was out of town visiting the folks and then when I got back had more headaches at Cookie Heaven as the post Tday rush is putting Manager Doris over the edge. I also got a call from my Halloween guy and surprise surprise, he's a nice guy who calls when he says he will and doesn't appear to be a serial killer or a slacker with no ambition other than live off the sweat of a hard working woman. So we've been spending time together in between his classes and my work. Nothing physical yet, but who knows what the future will hold. More later
Updated the comments to a new version. Sorry we've been without for a while. Damn I wish I had total access to the web from where ever I found myself - ie parents house.

Hey, I seen my reviews up at BlogYou! COol to see my name up in big bright lights of the city. Ok, so it was a few lame insights on a few average weblogs but hey, the web is all about self promotion and I've been in need of recognition for a long time. Thanks tom and ed for making it all happen. BTW, TOm, just because I mention my crush on the sweater guy or my new thing don't think you're not my best lover ever. He doesn't write poetry for me yet - even hidious poets are better than none.:-)
Later
blossom451

2001-11-03T05:10:00.000-08:00

I had a good Halloween. Not great but interesting in a way that a belly full of candy just can never be. I got home from work at the usual time and carved a few jackolaterns that I had been planning for a week. Its funny how the idea in my mind never makes it thru the cutting phase. I guess I should have gotten an art degree as well so my pumpkins would like as scary as they do in my mind. But this happens every year.
I stood by the door waiting for all the neighborhood kids to trick or treat but none showed up so I had two bags of Tootsie Roll's that I didn't want to have to eat by myself. My roomie went back to her parents home for the holiday(? is Halloween an actual holliday for just a reason to eat candy?) so I was alone. I decided to avoid another night of the single's blues and walked down the street to find something to do. I walked by In The Groove but the cute sweater guy wasn't there - I fear he quit and got another job so now I'll never be able to talk with him. So I walked further down the street and passed an Irish pub/resturant that I had seen from the bus but never up close. It was marginally empty so I went inside and ordered an Irish Coffee. While I was sitting at the bar drinking my drink -alone on a holliday- I started to joke around with the bartender who was a 20-ish guy with dark hair and a good smile that wasn't too much Sears catalog or politicians smile. I'm pretty strict on my smile catagorization if you didn't already know. :-) And he mentioned the interesting tidbit about how in America people spell whisky without an "e" but in Ireland itself, it always contains the "e" as in Whiskey. Now I must confess that I already knew that from Trival Pursuit as a kid, but it was nice that he was trying to flirt. I countered with the little known fact that in Sumatra, they spell coffee with only one "e" but here in the US we use two "e's." He laughed and gave me another smile. I typically start off with a lame joke such as this as a measuring tool. If he laughs then you know he's got a cracked sense of humor like I do and he is interested enough to over look the stupidity of my first joke. This weeds out a lot of the jerks who only want a logical, linear girl they can dizzy up for a quick roll in the sack. So with his smile and laugh I knew I was in something good. The place was emptying out so we talked for a long time and I had two more mixes of stimulant and depressant. I found that he was a senior at the Uof M in the fine arts program so we discussed art and authors and the local music scene. We both lamented the fact that the winter was closing in and that we would soon have to wear 40 pound coats and Moon Boots just to fend off the cold when you run out to get the mail. We disected the whole childhood Minnesota experience of winter: parents starting the car 20 minutes before you leave so it will warm up, school closings on WCCO, having snow shoved down your coat by the bigger kids on the playground and that first warm day in March when you can take off the 40 lbs coat and absentmindedly drag it thru melting snow on your way home. Its funny how people my age always drift back to talk about childhood with a mix of longing and happiness that its over. So it was getting late and I said I needed to get up early (which I do) and I mentioned that I may stop by some other night for the coffee and to see if he's working. He said that'd be great but how about if we go for coffee somewhere else sometime? I tried to look excited but not to excited and said sure ( I hate how I try to be indiferant when I'm truly not) and we exchanged numbers. He mentioned how he had a big test on Monday so he probably wouldn't call untill next week and I said thats fine cause I've got a lot to do this weekend anyway even though I have nothing to do just like every weekend. It kills me how bad I am with the closing. I can be there every second of the talking - honest and connected - but then when its time to decide if this will be continued or if this was it, I get back into my old junior high self and put up a wall of coolness. I wanted to demand that he call me on Thursday so we could talk about Degas but I couldn't be so foreward or could I? I stammered something about Degas and the phone machine (?) as I backed for the door and probably sounded like a drunk school girl but hey I'm learning this game as I go along.

My only questions are: Why is a guy who looks to be Italian working in an Irish pub? and Will he ever call me?

So it was better than eating a mountain of candy and could be the start of something new. I guess I'll have to move on from sweater guy, but I'll keep the door open in case he should return. I never like to close the books on someone before the last chance has expired, so he'll stay in the possibility catagory for a while until I am certain he has moved on to something better.
Blossom451
BONUS PS: This is a great chick writer that I highly recommend.

2001-10-30T14:29:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I survived today on nothing but a small drink of flat "Ole Fashioned," ginger ale and two dry rye crisp crackers. It was such a hella craxy day at Cookie Heaven that I could not take a moment to go out to get food or even smoke. So you know it was really bad. Cause I always find time for smoking. So I had a few seconds and so I found the two crackers in my "EMPLOYEE LOCKER," and the ginger ale was in the staff fridge with the initials BM on the cover so I think it was mine. I have a habit of drinking most and then forgetting it in the fridge. I hate having the initials BM, inspite of Bob Marley also having the initials BM, cause my mom is a nurse and when I was a child she always called a Number 2(ie. a shit) a BM. This referred to the term, Bowel Movement, which in medical language means to take a shit. So whenever I see my own initials I'm cursed to remember that tidit of a horrible childhood. But I drank it anyway cause I was really thirsty and cause I had consumed way to much Sumatrian coffee when I first got to work. I ususally have coffee in the morning before work and then get hunger only after I'm a work so I take time to get something from the deli next door but today we were so busy that I couldn't go. I asked Manager Doris if I could take just a minute but I got one of those looks like, "If I killed you right now it wouldn't matter cause all you kids look alike to me..." So I stayed and worked the pans. We have a machine that holds all the cookie dough and then squirts them all out into a nice neat grid of uncooked cookies on a pan but it was broken today so we had to do all the pans by hand and boy are my hands tired. It mysteriously malfunctioned sometime between yesterday morning and this morning. It had the air of somebody in the crew having done something to break it but no one was willing to say who it was that would have their pay docked. I was working front yesterday morning so I didn't clean down the machines so it must have been one of the lackies Jon Jon The Cute Little Boy or Stan the 40-ish drop out from the blue collar work force guy who just started. The rumour is that Stan is a distant relative of Manager Doris as they talk way to much for a Manager and the new guy. Maybe she's boinking him, I donno. I always think she's boinking someone, but thats just perverted ol me. But no one was talking and there were a lot of stares up at the ceiling and people inspecting the dandriff on their collars this morning when Manager Doris told everyone the dough squirting machine was down. I was in the clear on this one so I had the luxury of looking around and a lot of people looked guilty so I assumed someone did something really bad to the dough squirting machine and had told a few other people to keep quiet. I'm outa the loop sometimes and its good. I'll be sly over the next few days and listen around corners and thru doors until I figure out who did it and then its on to contemplating what to do with the information. I need to be fast about it however cause Manager Doris is also VERY good about learning the secrets. I think she has the place bugged and can sit in her office with headphones on and listen in to what people are saying. She may even know who did what to which machine already. And is waiting to allow the "anger" to build up inside before she unloads on the poor sucker and fires him. My bet is on Jon Jon, he's cute but irresponsible. Thats a deadly combination in my opinion, but terribly attractive in a man. But thats just my dysfunctional love life coming thru.
later

2001-10-25T16:53:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to make a public rebuttal to all the nasty email I got from the tree hugging environmentalista about my poosting of the other in regards to making a dog lick peanut butter off my mouth when I was 12 years old. I come here to the blog and empty my sole of all its baggage thinking that it will be responded to with support and encouragement. Its all about expression. But NO! I get email from PETA eating hacks that have nothing better to do than decry people for mistreatment of animals. Well thats their opinion that I mistreated Sandy the dog, not mine. I think this was a good memory from child hood about a trusting family pet, young grrls exploring relationships and romantic activities and sibling rivalry. I mean who doesn't enjoy stories of being mean to an older brother or sister. You out there with an old asshole who probably put you in the dryer and turned it on when you were six probably really enjoyed the victory of the younger sibling. I loved every minute of every time I trashed her at Shoots and Ladders or ripped out the hair on all her barbie dolls when she was at summer camp! Its part of growing up and learning to hate your family. Whats more american than that?
These are probably the same people who before 9.11 they were demonstrating against the Taliban and wanted something done and who are now protesting against the war that will finally oust those woman bashing MEN from the face of God's green earth. I mean, eventually you MUST run out of issues to parade around in and face the facts that the world doesn't need anymore cheerleaders or Gleeclub presidents when what it really needs are people of action who can take care of business and not complain when the shit hits the fan and the road gets unpleasant. The first rule of Buddhism is, "Life is sorrow." and if you read my blog get used to it cause I don't pull punches and I don't say I'm sorry for what I write.
Kiss my ass
Blossom

2001-10-21T09:35:00.000-07:00

I linked to this cool site:Tim451 from my lover Tom's website. I think the number 451 is going to be all the rage now that books that mention Arabs will be burned and fire-fighters will be lionized and the president will need to have been a firefighter in a previous life and it will all come true.
Scary how if you wait long enough, life will eventually mimic something written about in a book. And then we can project futurism onto the blank and dead face of the author. Just look at Nostrodamus?
Blossom451

2001-10-20T05:15:00.000-07:00

Last night after work I walked home rather than take the bus or catching a ride with a co-worker. It was a wonderful fall afternoon with blue skies that go on forever and a nice clean smell in the air. A dried leaves smell. But I walked by a pet store so I went in to see if they had puppies and specifically Lhasa Apso puppies. Well I looked around and asked but no Lhasa's - but they did have two irish setter pups and a golden retriever. I had a moment of total recall as I lifted up the golden retriever pup- you see we had a golden (Sandy) back when I was a kid and I have a lot of memories. But this one was very sharp and clear. It was of my older sister and her mean mean ideas. We were 12 or 13 or something and she dared me to put peanut butter on my mouth and frend kiss Sandy. I think she thought I would never ever do this but when an older sister throws down the challenge - you have to suck it up and push it back on her. If people have older siblings, you know what I mean. I have other stories to back this theory up. Well anywho, I went to the kitchen and smeared a big glob of peanut butter on my face and in my mouth and returned to our bedroom. I was taunting Jenny and also giving her time to chicken out. But she stuck with it and I called Sandy in for a smooch. Sandy did her business and licked off all the peanut butter including my mouth - actually it was only for about 4 seconds but it felt like I spent an hour frenching a dog. So I jumped up and dared Jenny to french Sandy herself. Sandy appeared to understand she would be getting more peanut butter and was anxious with dog-food anticipation. But Jenny said it was sick and that she wasn't going to do that for all the money in the world. So I turn on my sadistic juices and tried to guilt her into it. She got the peanut butter on her mouth and got down on her knees but freaked when Sandy came at her with a big wet tounge straight for her mouth. She ran to the bathroom and wiped off her mouth and then puked. It was great! A younger sister beating the older sister. It was a moment I still am proud of. Maybe moreso than graduating college or scoring high on my ACT. Like I said earlier, if you have an older sibling - you know this joy and satisfaction. I still break her balls about this lack of resolve untill this day. We get along better now that we're adults but the unspoken rivalry of kids still is just under the surface. So to get back to the first story, I played with the pups for a while and asked about Lhasa's and then continued my walk home. I did walk by In the Groove but that cute clerk wasn't working - he must be a guy who hates to work on friday night cause the party can't go on without him. Maybe I'll walk down tommorrow and ask about "that Mingus albumn from 1965 that he did over in Denmark?" and strike up a conversation about rare jazz and good coffee. The world appears to be Blossom's plaything.:-)

Blossom451

2001-10-18T18:52:00.000-07:00

did anyone watch Friends? It was so funny! IMHO it was the best one in the past year. The whole wedding thing was to much and to serious. I am concerned that everyone will couple off and friends will become "Couples." I am hoping for ross and Jennifer Aniston and I have for years!
blossom451

2001-10-18T14:52:00.000-07:00

So its been a few days since I laid down the law to Becky about the till and how things will be arraigned in the display racks and she is STILL very much looking to me as being "IN CHARGE". Its surprizing as she had previously been a real bitch that was pushing everyone around. I guess she was a paper steamroller cause she ran aground on the Isle of Blossom! Jon Jon the part timer whose so cute but he's only 16! must have heard about it cause he's been asking me questions about how he should do things around the shop. I guess good news travels fast in the cookie biziness. I have talked with Manager Doris a few times since "layin down the law" and she hasn't changed her attitude towards me although I think she looks to me as the leader among the day shift - even though she is actually the shift leader while she is there. I have heard Manager Doris takes her vacation time in december over the holidays and maybe she'll train me in on some more responsibility for when is is away. BTW the rumor is that Manager Doris takes off in Dec. and goes to a little town on the Baja de California and drinks tequilia all day on the beach. Apparently she hates the holidays and would rather spend her days hardening her liver and her nights sleeping with Mexican pool boys named Paco. But thats all hearsay as no one who works at Cookie Heaven has been there for more than a year so all this is hand-me-down from the folks who worked the holiday rush last year. I can't wait to see it all unfold! So I guess when I talk with my mom on the phone on sunday night I'll tell her that work is good and that I'm close to finishing my first rough draft of the novel she thinks I'm writing. Hey, its easier to have all that money for a BA go into a struggling writer than a Cookie Heaven Assistant Manger who loves blogging and has no idea what she wants to do with her life - now that college is not an option. Heck, I can keep "writing" rough drafts untill I'm thirty.And as long as I'm part of the working poor and starving for my art, she's stay off my back about having a grandchild.
Blossom451

2001-10-16T15:40:00.000-07:00

Well, I went into work today and did just like gradfather would have done. I laid down the law and gave Becky both barrels. I let her have it! I told her how it was going to run and how we we going to set up the samples to attract customers and how the register was going to be changed to make it easier to find extra $5's and $10's and she just looked at me as if she were stoned. She agreed with everything I told her and she didn't say boo about my demans. I also told her that I would be taking my lunch at 11am and that she would have to work around my schedule. Not the other way around as it has been since she started working here two months ago. She spent a lot of time looking at the floor and saying yes, and "thats good idea." I think Grandfather would be proud of me. Manager Doris was in the back putting together the bi-monthly supply requests but she didn't say anything either. I take that as a vote of confidence rather than a sign of her general appathy towards all things life related. Apparently gradfather was right when he said most people crumble at the first hint of conflict and a strong person can have their way with them. I think I've found a new way to live my life. Bold.
BTW I think Frankenstein is on AMC tonight and I'm going to AIM my friend Jenna to come over and watch it with me. I love scary movies! I laugh at them untill I cry!
Blossom451

2001-10-15T16:03:00.000-07:00

There are just some people I really admire. I remember my Grandfather - I only knew him when he was retired! He died when he was 86 I think. When I knew him Grandfather was all out of patience for other people. He was old and he knew it. He didn't have much time and what he had was important. I think it was this and the dementia, but he had gotten to a point where he didn't give a rat's ass about what other people thought of him. He'd tell off clerks and my mom if he felt they needed it. He never looked as if he cared if they loved him or hated him. He was secure in his "grandfather-ness" I guess. I had a prof in college who was less than a year from retirement and she spoke her mind like she was on her way to the gallows. You couldn't shut her up with nothing. SHe defied school administrators and talked about the issues everyone whispered about but never talked openly in polite conversation. She knew she was on borrowed time and was past the point of caring what a 29 year old MBA thought was appropriate teaching. God, I admired her. She was a great teacher who shouldn't have gotten canned. I really want to be that type of a person. Someone who walks through life as if everyday were their last day and they were not going to hold back anything. "Givem Both Barrels!" as gradfather used to say. I think I need to lay down the law to Becky tommorrow. She's a co-worker who is a few years older than me but definately on the long slope to mediocraty. I'll let her have it and be Dammed if it comes back to bite me in the ass. Even if she is pleasing up to Manager Doris and looking for day shift crew leader! I'll give her both barrels and live with the fallout. Grandfather had a theory that most people crumble under direct assault and people who can live with the shit can walk all over them.
ANd then I may come over there to Jackedthoughts.net and give a peice of my mind, as I have more than enough good ideas to go around for two quasi-blogs!
blossom451

2001-10-15T09:33:00.000-07:00

Sorry its been a while...OMG I'm stupid! I spent all week end (friday nite included) trying to get my laptop connected to the ISP. I was exasperated and frustrated the whole four days. The tech guys on the phone couldn't figure out what was wrong, we tried everything and even considered sending a guy out. I had secret hopes of this cause I know he wouldn't be one of those COke Bottles with zits and a spare tire but one of the Heavenly - Sent from Hollywood types and he wouldn't wear a shirt cause my apt. was so hot. He'd say that with a lust in his eyes and give me the you know what I want look. But no, they don't send out guys anymore - I guess they had some troubles. So I poked around on my own and finally figured out what was wrong. I had accidently forgotten to type in the @att.com after my username and of course the server didn't know who blossom451 was without the domain. LOL while crying!I was so happy I clapped a little song and so angry that I had spent an entire weekend pulling my hair out. I feel so shamed that I won't win the Tech Grl of the year competition. So please don't tell anyone.
BTW if you have to call for tech service and its the middle of the night, ask for Desmond. He's dreamy and will go all the way on company time, if you know what I mean.
C-Ya
BLossom451

2001-10-08T18:24:00.000-07:00

A long day at the cookie factory! A double shift since Bobbie the evening counter person was MIA and so Manager Doris asked me if I'd work extra. I told her I'd have to think about it on my break so I went out back and had a smoke with Sgt Whitaker behind the Armed Services Recruitment building. We talked about he whole Afgan thing and he told me about some unit he had been in during Desert Storm. I lost the train after he mentioned something about M203 or M16... whatever!:-) But it was interesting to hear him yak. He want's to go over there he said if the shit hits the fan. But by estimating his belt size and the number of smokebreaks he takes during the day, he won't be going over there anytime soon. So I went back in after I thought Manager Doris had enough time to panic and think up some inticement for my extra shift. I had decided already that I'd take it, but like to see her sweat. And sometimes she'll buy me a quart of gin or something nice that I'd never buy for myself. So its worth it. So I'm done working. Manager Doris bought me an old Michael Jackson CD "Thriller" she knew that I loved singing Beat It! when I have to clean the big mixer. Its a good album! Who would have thought! I've never listened to it straight thru and its great. I'm a Jacko fan for life! Oh, and I'm watching the dog show on TV. I want a Lhasa Apso so bad! But I can't have one here in my apartment cause the stupid landlord and my roommate Carie is allergic and can only have hairless dogs and cats. Like thats the only reason it get an animal, for the fur. So its just me and Jacko and wishing one day to have a dog of my own.
Blossom451

2001-10-06T20:07:00.000-07:00

re: thursday night rant
No I didn't go out and dance with the wild demon inside me. I just went home and curled up on the sofa and eat a bunch of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. I watched Sixteen Candles and started to watch Valley Girl with Nick Cage but I think I fell asleep right after that part where they first went to the club and started to get to know each other. Those movies and a brick of ice cream will make anyone feel better and will make the devil leave you like water dripping off an ice sculpture at a Jewish wedding. Ok, so I've never been to a Jewish wedding! LOL But I intend to someday. Its like one of those things I must do before I die. Some of the other things are to tour through Asian (china and Japan), sky dive and make love on a boat. Travel to Europe and grad school are also on my list but lets be realistic:my grades were never that good and working at Cookie Heaven is way to much fun. Manager Doris is thinking of firing the evening shift leader cause she thinks he's smoking dope in the back room. Personally I think he's just touched and can't help himself.

2001-10-04T17:32:00.000-07:00

do you ever get the feeling that you want to be bad? Really really bad? Almost down right nasty? I sometimes get the feeling that I need to be really bad to feel really good. It typically strikes when I'm at work or similar drudgery and I get a feeling between the shoulder blades that is part way between an itch and a scratch. I feel it between my eye brows and in my toes. I get tense and wring my hands, like I'm squeezing filthy mud through my fingers. And I grit my teeth and my faces crinckles up in a "Howl" pose. I typically hope other people are not around because the looks are part way between fear and lust. I have that effect on people. :-) So wehn the urge strikes I have to go out and do something wild. To have the wind in my face and the music pumping in the car! I can release the wild demon inside. I stop off at a local pub, down a couple of shots and grab any local-yokel around to spin him/her through the crowded dance floor. We get all hot and sweaty and then whatever happens happens.
Just working off steam on a thursday nite!

2001-09-29T06:59:00.000-07:00

ok, so the previous posting was a bit on the hard edge side. I apologize. I had a really tough day on Wednesday. Work was nutz. We had a stove malfunction and all the mornings cookies were fried and then the district manager stopped by for a random inspection so our jaded Manager Doris ran roughslod over everyone in the place. She had us cleaning and organizing and being extra friendly while spewing out a torrent of foul remarks and vailed threats. That woman needs Prozac! And who knew she could swear like a longshoreman? So crap runs downhill, so I came home and yelled at my parakeet Pollie and ate some Ben & Jerry's for supper. I was better after that and venting on the blog. I got a little defensive, but I think our relationship can get through this and be stronger for it.
On Thursday Manager Doris came back in and apologized and said she had gone out and got good and liquored up the night before and was over the whole thing. She looked like crap and smelled of gin but things were ok. Just between you and me, Doris has been eyeing that trip to Jamacia for the best store manager and I think she slept with the district manager Bob to make nice. Boy, she is a dedicated worker if you ask me. And anyone who could allow Bob to get his hands down your pants has earned three trip to the tropics. Damm she's tough.
BLossom451

2001-09-26T18:57:00.000-07:00

I wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. I'm not a lesbian man hater. And I'm not a mindless Eco warrior tree hugger. And I'm not all that angry. I have been writing about what has been on my mind - relationships- and not really thinking the ideas through - and these ideas will not be my formed in concrete ideas for the rest of my life. Like all blog words, they are just thoughts at the moment. Like a bucket thrown into a stream, that will never get the same water twice. Stop back in a week and I'm a totally differant person. Or had I waited untill I replentished by sugar and I'd have written a bright and happy post. I guess what I'm saying is that people shouldn't take stock in what I write because most of the time I'm in over my head and full of crap. At least thats what my father used to tell me but thats a seperate story for another day.
Blossom

2001-09-25T16:27:00.000-07:00

This whole HotorNot thing is getting out of hand! I get email with the pics of people, men mostly, who thought I was attractive enough to hit the "Meet Them" button. Now granted clicking a button isn't much a measure of their attraction or committment but it still is something. Lets be honest, I've had a long slew of bad relationships. Its the hallmark of my dating life: Junkies, lowlifes and sexual pervs who want to include their brother or neighbor or that person he met at the bar. So this whole thing brings up a lot of insecurities for me. Whats so wrong with this persont that they would want me? I don't know, but it all smacks of a junior high dance! And thats why I stopped going to junior high dances. Actually it was the police that said I couldn't do that anymore, but thats not important here. My grand theory is that the media's toxic vison of the female body - the thin and beautiful or else you're worthless - has made me feel bad and shameful about my person. I also think that men - mostly the hidden-anti-woman-haters - buy into this fantasy and shame/disrepect the women who don't measure up as objects of beauty or who don't put out. I'm focusing on relationships lately. I've try to move onto less depressing fare later in the week.
Blossom

2001-09-22T14:55:00.000-07:00

I joined a new group blog! Yeah! Its named Reckless Consumption and it looks good. The people sound a lot like me. Not like those Jacked assholes.
Find out if I'm HotOrNot!.

blossom451

2001-09-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

Moire Saturday Thoughts

I've been listening alot to a new CD I picked up from a friend. Its Carol King's greatest hits. Its really good. I never knew she wrote all these songs that other people sang and made popular. There was a thing on A&E or PBS a ways back about singer/songwriters back in the Doo Wop 1960's era and they interviewed Carol a bunch. She was good friends with Paul Simon, Neal Diamond and Burt Bacherach. Strange but they all grew up in the same area of NYC. Queens I think. I think I'll become a singer/songwriter. I've got years of poems and little phrases that I've writen on the margins of books, old high school math tests and napkins. I think I'm a songwriter at heart with a lot of great things to write about. I played clarinet back in my high school band - marching and concert and jazz. And my mother made me go to piano lessons over at the neighbors house for three years so I can stumble around a keyboard a bit. I think I'll walk down to campus today and sneak into a practice room in the arts building. There are always piano's open and its quiet down in the basement rooms. I've always cried when I hear "The Ballad Of The Green Beret's," I heard it again this week when I was on hold with the student loan repayment place. Gotta get an deferment as I am officially unemployed - or at least I'm telling them that! Hope none of them are blog readers. A great liberal arts education and I can't get a decent job! What's wrong with a country that educates artists and then lets them rot in small apartments and work at food service jobs like Cookie Heaven. Everybody is talking about Freedom, but I think Freedom should include a good job and a steady income doing what you want. I think there should be an Artists Corp where artists and creators could be paid to create. We need people to document and reflect the times. And if only corporate sell outs get supported then the reflection of the times are limited to the views sanctioned by a CEO or advertising agency somewhere. The offical and narrow view of the life and times. Its all about money and access to those who have it. Life is about beauty and art and creation and self expression. Thats what I believe and I think I should be rewarded for sticking to my guns and following my heart.

I'm still confused about men. This Tom Guy continues to write letters and poems for me, but I get the sense that he's making fun of me. I know, I know, you say its just me being paranoid and tripping into my fears of abandonment, but I really think he's having a good laugh at my expense. I think he is writing these things and when his jerk wad friends read them they laugh hysterically and demand that he put them online. Sure, get in line with the other losers who make fun of Blossom451. But there's also this guy down at the "In The Groove," record store - yes they still sell Lp's! And his name is Stan - or Steve - his name tag only says "S" so I'm guessing here. He's a cute sweater wearer with shaggy hair that looks like it was cut with a weed wacker and his glasses are really tiny. And you all know that the smaller the glasses, the smarter the person. So I've been lingering down there asking for obscure albums that I think will impress his musical sensibilities and hoping to find a common interest. I walk by the store first and look in to see what he's wearing, and then go home and put on something similar. Like if he's got on a Blink182 shirt I go home and put mine on or if its dirty I put on a band that he'll probably already dig. Or if he has on a brown sweater I'll put on my Gutamalean wool and walk down. The problem with the sweater is the heat. He must be really cold all the time, cause I'm usually sweating like a pig by the time I walk the three blocks back to the store from my apartment. I hope he's not a junkie whose always chilled and clammy and needs the long sleeves to cover track marks. That would be my luck - to fall for an addict again! More uncertainty for Blossom451!

Have you ever spent so much time online that when you got to watch TV you try to click on links with the remote? I had that happen to me again yesterday. I called in sick and watched the continuing coverage of the WTC tragedy. I had to test my sanity and logged onto a yahoo chat room to find out if it happens to other people as well as me. Suzy35@aol.com said that it happened to her once after she had been online while tripping. But I haven't dropped anything since my senior year at the arts highschool. I sometimes get the feeling that I'm a bit abnormal, that I'm a 1%'er in a lot of things that the other 99% would not understand. Like I'm dropped out of the sky by aliens and forced to live life among the normal.

Blossom451

2001-09-18T19:10:00.000-07:00

Blossoms' Got Man Problems

I work with women. And they all measure their worth by the amount of calories they intake and their dress size. It seems strange to think people use such arbitrary means for finding out if they matter or are a loser. After we all die no one will ask how many diets they have completed but how tender their hearts were. Thats what matters.

I have a problem. I have two men who are pine-ing for me. One is a bomb expert from the dusty plains named Knuckle Klutch and the other is an artsy type named Tom whose from a city out in California. Both are fellow bloggers. Both sound urgent - which I like in my men. I guess if you make the web know that you think sex is an expression of your womanly freedoms, men come running like you were handing out free Playboys and beer.
Its strange to be alone like I am at current. I've been hurt before as many of you know. I just recently got over a bad work-related romance that turned out to be a fling for the Boss who would soon fire the entire creative team due to the economic down-turn. I guess getting a pink slip is easier than listening to "Its not you Its me," again. Or "I'm really not interested in a permanent thing - I thought I told you that?" So love or potential love is knocking at my door and I'm confused. The other chick bloggers have been no help. I think they are all debugging their cam software tonight - or posting more semi-nude pics at their Yahoo clubs. So I need help from readers who might have experiences in getting hurt and finding new love on-line. Please no crying email about losing your mate to a chat flu-z. I have already been down that road a few times.
Just email ol Blossom and let me know what you think.
Blossom451

2001-09-15T04:40:00.000-07:00

On the matter of my intense rage

This whole WTC disaster has really thrown me for a loop. I was at work at Cookie Heaven on Tuesday cutting out the last of the mocha brownies when the news first came over the radio. I was listening to 104.1 Dee Snider Radio and Dee ended a song and went into this rant about the damage and horror of it all. I had no TV right there so I freaked! Manager Doris was almost ambivilent about the whole, but I guess 20 some years slaving in the sugar distribution cartel will make anyone jaded. So when she didn't let me go home or even run next door to the U.S. Armed Forces Recruiting Center to watch their TV, I pulled a sudden belly ache and went home sick. Doris still loves me, she said in times of trouble we all have to do what we have to do. I left her counting bags of carmel corn. So I got home and all I could do was watch TV. I didn't leave my apartment until Friday when I finally ran out of Pringles and Easy Cheese. I had begun to ration but it didn't appear to be enough to last the whole situation.

I have such anger at the people who did this. And you're saying, Blossom, you're a pathafist! I know, I know. But I want to reach out and make them feel the pain I have inside. I'd like to grab Bin Laden by the throat and sink my designer nails into his skin. Watch his face get red and his eyes panic-y as he glances down to my hands about to strangle him. He'd call his henchmen to save him but my dedicated-stare-of-devine-retribution would stop them in their tracks. And he'd sqweek out a pressured apology as I twist his head and his spine pops. I'm not a violent woman, but pray for the man who crosses me.

I've been telling people about the Taliban for years - as far back as the late 80's. I organized demonstrations against them when I was at Berkeley. I have personally sent out twenty or more email petitions shaming them for their treatment of women. They hate all we love about this country. The freedoms women have and the equality of a society without class divisions. They say we have a immoral and sexually perverse society but I love having the freedom to choose when and who I sleep with. And I frequently exercise this right. Not because I'm a deviant, but because I'm an American and I believe you use your freedoms or you lose them.

In the spirit of a nation coming together, I have decided to drop my previously threatened legal action against Jackedthoughts.net and any subsidiaries of Jackedthoughts.net. I will call Bill my lawyer today and cancel the injunction. He has worked with me before and knows the routine. I hope other members of the JTA will not hold my insensitive actions against me, because I really love that group. You people really understand me, and that's a rare commodity.

Personally, I think the price of gas jumped because people were at home making Molotov cocktails to send COD to Mr. Bin Laden with instructions to blow his pig ass away.

Cindy, give me a call and we'll go out for drinks.

Editors Note: Blossom451 claim to have attended Berkeley. This claim is in no way a reference to UC Berkeley, a distinguished educational institution, rather it refers to Berkeley Community College, Berkeley Montana. This is reported in accordance with the Truth in Quasi-Journalism Act.

Blossom451

2001-09-08T13:49:00.000-07:00

Blossom Goes Berserk; or, I Will Sue the Shit Out of You, JTA

Dear Sir;

If you would have let me finish, before you bailed on the phone call,
I would have told you that
I am certain that you do not have the money to defend your actions
in a lawsuit,
wherein the actions of the JTA are the real basis for the suit.

As I file this suit, I must and will name as defendants, all who either
instigated this
or have allowed it to continue.
It being the lies, slander, libel, and defamation that originated from
the JTA and
continues to be distributed by your site, jackedthoughts.net.

I am somewhat surprised that you continue to post these items about me,
(after admitting that the search engines themselves hunt them.)
I still find it amazing that the engines find and move yours to the top,

ignoring the 50 some legitimate news stories that are out there about
me.

Me, who helped you climb to the top... me, without whom you would all just be blogless, toothless, drooling buffoons stewing in your own filth. You make me sick.

I know that you do remove items.
I have two comparisons of a search for water balloons and corn liquor at jackedthoughts.net from Dec.98 and April 99.
The two search results are drastically different.

Do you have any intention of removing the items that contain outright
lies?
Do you have any intention of removing the items that are libelous?

You know that writing these things makes me hot, but I'm nearing the end of my patience.

Blossom 451

2001-09-03T06:37:00.000-07:00

Another Perfect Example Of Web Greed and Exploitation of Good People Just Looking To Express Themselves And Make People Understand Them Fully

BTW Stephan Boggs I hate you. I want to start my rant to you just like that. Then I'll go into, I wrote for your site for to long on promises of stock options and lies of needing funding for our futures. I believed in you Stephan Boggs and your vision for the future where good writers could be appreciated for their work and pay for their bills. When the artist can work in the candle light of addoration from the public. Where the world is better and kinder and gentler and not so mean spirited. I believed in you and your sweet words written in your email. You trashed my faith and my hope that all people are good and honest. Now that its all belly up, I'm out of my savings and out on my ass. I trusted you way to much. You wrecked what peace of mind I had left after that thing with my dad - And I told you about that - I'm an idiot to have gone that far. I forgot that men are pigs.I hope you and your start-up buddies rot in hell!
And its nice to have real friends at Jacked Thoughts, who really do care about my well being and are looking out for me and giving me a place to express my self and my deep thoughts. They listen to me here and take my suggestions and we've done quite nice since I came aboard. They let me, be ME. And thats something you never let me do, Stephan Boggs. Finally, I hope the tests come back positive and that you DO have gential warts. LOL!

Blossom451

2001-09-02T05:24:00.000-07:00

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2001-08-25T08:30:00.000-07:00

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2001-08-07T18:25:00.000-07:00

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2001-07-26T15:24:00.000-07:00

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2001-07-23T04:29:00.000-07:00

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2001-07-17T03:58:00.000-07:00

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2001-05-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

been awhile
fumei móóóóito a tarde toda. tive uma leve discussão - sem animos exaltados - com a pri
mas jah tah tudo resolvido. agente nao consegue passar mais de 2 minutos bravos um com
o outro. eu digo que vou dar um tempo na relação, desligo o telefone, dá 2 minutos, ligo pra
ela, e agente faz as pazes novamente. eu a amo mto, mas eu nao engulo a mãe dela.
cheguei a conclusão que para um relacionamento ser perfeito, só namorando uma órfã. não,
eu não odeio minha sogra, nao é isso, acho só que ela tá sem saber como agir, já que eu
sou o primeiro namorado da filha dela e nao sou alguem de quem se gosta facilmente, nao
sou um normal risonho e abobado, que gosta de fazer gracinhas, ou seja, to longe de ser
simpático. nao saí com o povo do dark, eles devem estar putos comigo.

2001-05-18T16:20:00.000-07:00

I read it, best I could. The narcissism and the dullness
of the piece made it unrewarding work. I think the case
that Palmer is, or was, a pedophile is overstated. The
emotional age of the narrator seemed consistent with
that of a pubescent boy. Whatever the calendar said,
the narrator was seeking a psycho-sexual contemporary,
and would have been rejected by a chronological contemporary.
If the piece offered any insight as to how its author
became a gifted, even relentless typist, it eluded me.

2001-05-17T10:52:00.000-07:00

Eventually we settled on Decibel, a sake bar not far away. We went there, talked them into giving us a booth until the bar got busy, and sat on the same side of the booth. We drank four glasses of interesting sake, splitting each glass. We drank very slowly. Each swallow had to be preceeded by a toast. Some of the toasts were sappy; others silly. David said some truly sweet and moving things about how things are going for us. He refused to drink to the continued rise of Msoft stock and insisted that we drink to the US Justice Department instead. (A fine institution that all loyal Americans ought to support.) I thought of proposing "confusion to Boney!" since David has been reading the Aubrey and Maturin books, but decided it wasn't relevant enough. I proposed "confusion to editors" instead, but David said it made much more sense to propose "excellent perception" for editors, since we both are such high-quality sorts of writers.
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2001-05-13T17:47:00.000-07:00

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2001-05-06T15:08:00.000-07:00

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2001-05-06T07:47:00.000-07:00

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2001-05-02T18:20:00.000-07:00

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2001-05-01T16:10:00.000-07:00

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It make anyone do a double take

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2001-04-30T18:27:00.000-07:00

2001-04-30T18:09:00.000-07:00

From: Cassone, Katherine
Sent: Friday, April 27, 2001 9:24 AM
To: Mack, Stan
Cc: Smith, Bruce
Subject: A+

Good Morning,
I just wanted to say Thanks you for all your efforts yesterday with our
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A+
Oscar Hammerstein, I.
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Inventor / Impresario.
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2001-04-29T19:11:00.000-07:00

If you're anywhere around Southwestern Minnesota tonightThe Redwood Valley girls were fourth, and the boys fifth at the eight-team Murray County Central Invitational Tuesday afternoon in Slayton.

If we like what we see, we'll assign you to take pics of
LOTS of Albany stores between now and the early part of next year. We'll pay you for each one we use. She told him that because his note was written on a Bank of America deposit slip, she could not honor his demand. He would either have to fill out
a Wells Fargo withdrawal as she stepped out of her limousine,
and stuck around for two hours to catch a glimpse of her climbing back in.
blossom451

2001-04-28T14:25:00.001-07:00

So I am a hypocrite. I let them both come over two nights in a row. We did bad things and I woke up Sunday morning to find weird
things lying around my house and the door wide open. He has some issues and I didn't know what to think or what to say, so I didn't
say a word. Everyone else was sleeping, so he must have stayed up all night with who knows what going through his head. I found a
syringe stuck in a jar of poppy seeds and a stuffed animal tied to a carseat with duct tape among other things. It scares me because
doing so much acid as a teenager made him so fucked up in the head and that is what he did that night. He really shouldn't be doing
drugs at all anymore. She was looking at a photo album and saw a picture of an ex boyfriend and he flipped out and threw the photo
album at her. It bothered me even more that she didn't do anything about it. Her facial expression didn't even change. But she says
"He's so nice now, and he cries when he's upset. He's so sorry when he hurts me. He's against violence now." And I know it's
bullshit. What am I to do about it, though? I care, but I don't want to care anymore. I really don't want them around anymore, but I
can't bring myself to say it.

2001-04-28T14:25:00.000-07:00

2001-04-28T08:13:00.000-07:00

I can't tell you how klonopin makes me feel, because that's not what it does for me. Klonopin makes me NOT feel the constant raw-edged nervous buzz that had been so omnipresent in my life that I wasn't really consciously aware of it until it was gone. Cam talks about how, sometimes, folks like me who have this "loss" of anxiety believe the med isn't working, expecting that they should be feeling something, anything.
I just spent three days crying hysterically, freaking out and coming really close to suicide. I just started on Depakote. This Depakote experience put the fear of God in me though. As soon s I was up to the recommeneded dosage, it was as if the walls came tumbling down and I saw my future, in which I am locked up because I can't function in this world.Some sources of mine state that 1mg Klonopin=1mg Xanax, some say that 2mg Klonopin=1mg Xanax, and some say the very opposite: 1mg Klonopin = 2mg Xanax (I tend to agree to the latter). Anyway, you're on the safe side.
Ich habe unheimlich viel Spaß daran, mich zu zeigen und der Gedanke, daß da draussen ein fremder Mann vor dem Rechner sitzt und mir zuguckt, turnt mich tierisch an ;-)) Also besuch mich in meiner Cam und laß uns zusammen die Tiefen der Erotik ergründen *smile*

2001-04-23T06:34:00.000-07:00

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2001-04-23T06:33:00.000-07:00

E não é que eu estava certo? Observando as embalagens, encontrei o tradicional Seven Boys e uma nova marca, Dona.
Logo percebi que a aparência dos pães e as suas característivas eram muito semelhantes. Foi quando descobri a
marquinha do SAC Seven Boys nas duas embalagens, o que significava a tentativa da empresa de segmentar o mercado
através de duas linhas de produto: um carro chefe com a marca forte e uma marca nova, pronta para concorrer numa
faixa de preço mais acessível (o Seven Boys custa o dobro do preço do Dona).

2001-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00

this is what happens when i dunt blog!
eveything happens!
anorexic bloggy shuts down....
and there are all these conversations
when i dunno whats going on!
im going crazy!
atsui the paranoid one
Sell your soul to the devil
NO ONE POSTS HERE ANYMORE! THERE ARE OTHER SITES
TO VISIT! DO NOT VISIT HERE!
and i let out a moan... a deep, longing moan for the urge to feel the sharp,
hot liquid engulfing my head into it's seductive pull,

2001-04-19T14:44:00.000-07:00

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2001-04-15T11:04:00.000-07:00

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2001-04-15T05:09:00.000-07:00

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2001-03-15T18:21:00.000-08:00

Tá na cara que o governador de são paulo subiu no telhado.

Talandi um helvítis..Ég hringdi í 5 70 30 30 - Átti þar einhliða samræður við vélmenni sem sagði mér aðvelja 1 til að fá upplýsingar um komur og brottfarir. Ég valdi samviskusamlega.Valdi því næst 6 til að fá "upplýsingar um flug til og frá Ísafirði". Einu upplýsingarnar sem þar heyrðust voru að öllu flugi til og frá Ísafirði væri lokið í dagog að á morgun væri mæting klukkan xxx. Ég hringdi aftur og fékk 12 mínútum
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2001-03-14T16:58:00.000-08:00

H3> At the forefront of the movement, I'd say.

Da-yum. What is Kent putting in his coffee these days? All of my good links
are coming from him. And he's beginning to explore some of his ideas in longer
format, which is a good thing.
Haven't been surfing much recently - too busy being in tha flow and all - but
here are some I've come across in the recent

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Parte N° 783, de fecha 30 de diciembre de 1973, da cuenta de que ese día a las 9.30, concurrieron a la ribera norte del río Mapocho, el cabo José. S. S., y el carabinero Luis J. O., encontrando el cadáver d Manuel Segundo Palma Henríquez, quien presentaba múltiples heridas de bala. La madre del difunto señala que el día anterior, Segundo Palma fue sacado desde el interior de su casa por militares porque estaba cantando a viva voz. Los militares no fueron identificados". Sentencia: Se aprueba
sobreseimiento.

2001-03-07T17:39:00.000-08:00

Well, the week is almost over. Not much to say. Have a good weekend and be safe. Night-o

2001-03-07T17:36:00.000-08:00

Well, hey all you people out there who have nothing better to do than sit on your butt and surf the web and find my page. Thanks it makes me feel fuzzy all over. Hehe not really, but I bet I had you going there for a minute. Didn't I??! Anywho, why is it that guys will never leave you alone no matter what you say or do? Even the annoying guys out there. ( You know who you are ) Could someone please answer that for me? Well, I have homework that is impossible to finish b/c I have no clue how to find
the answer, so I guess I'm not doing it. Heh. Well, night all. Adios

2001-03-07T17:34:00.000-08:00

dawn creeps across the sinking dreams,
bringing no stinking guarantees:
just daylight and a heartbeat
with which to face the world

2001-03-05T16:40:00.000-08:00

i was in the car w/my friends yesterday and stone temple pilots was on the radio... i was just lying back, listening to scott sing to me w/my eyes closed. it was very nice. then, i told myself and my friends that i was gonna go home and listen to one of my stp albums. so, i went home... popped it in and listened to "still remains" on repeat 1. and while listening to this lovely song, i got an idea. i decided to add a page to my site that has the lyrics to all the "songs that make me feel tingly and
warm inside." and so, i did it. i'm sure there's more. i'm positive there's more. i'll add more later. yup yup.

2001-03-05T16:37:00.000-08:00

Bleh, it's Monday and I had school. We had our nice little four-day weekend but it was over too quick. Saturday was a disaster; Kent came over Sunday and brought his own little brand of trouble. I'll tell you about that in a minute
Ok it has been decided...Sara and I are wicked. We have become the most shallow an self-centered little people that we know, and we like it. That's the sad part. We enjoy making fun of people and ploting against them lol...actually we are like to Soap Opera characters
So far today... I keep missing you. Maybe it's because my body is in fertility mode, but everything reminds me of you. The Madonna album makes me hurt because it reminds me of all the times I sat at my computer icquing you, or the times I would o to your room and it was playing because you'd borrowed it and hadn't given it back.
Even more it reminds me of the state of mind I was in when I bought the album: a little sad, a little lonely, trying to be strong. I remember listening to the album and wishing I had the resolve and closure that she did... and then you came alone and
made it so I could understand her. :)

2001-03-01T14:36:00.000-08:00

Confucius in its small village that pierces with simplicity, as if n?o had gifts of the speech. But, as in the city or the cut, in operational mode and n?o obstante with a measure of the hold was said obviously. O?t and

2001-03-01T14:29:00.000-08:00

Dear Blog,
Why do some guys not give a shit about their girlfriends, even when that girl would do anything to make them happy?

Dear Blossom,
Not even the squirrels know the answer to that one Amy. The truth is that guys like yours are always the ones who get the girls. He has you - and he knows that. So he doesn't feel like he needs to try and keep you close with all the niceties that most look for in a relationship. I won't back down - girls are scandalous -
but a guy who is scandalous is a guy with a girlfriend.

when i stepped off the subway, i found the air was warm but carrying a breeze. atlanta
smells heavily fragrant tonight; welcoming me home with blooming flora and thick
humidity. what a change this is from the dry desert heat and the cool san francisco mists i have experienced for the last few years

2001-02-27T18:18:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling normal today, or as normal as I can. My puppie is finally done with doctor's visits! She had her physical today, and got two shots. I hated to see her get them, but it couldn't be helped. You know I would gladly take them for her if I could. Now we have to go shop for collores. She doesn't seem to mind that she has to wear them. I remember being excited about wearing them. I don't know why.

2001-02-25T19:33:00.000-08:00

Yet another storm approaching us from the U.S. midwest started as a raging
snowstorm, which is expected to turn to freezing rain, followed by rain and a
15-celsius-degree rise in temperature for tomorrow. Weird.Strranges.
I'm thinking about buying a house. I figure I'll be here for a few more years at least, and I'd rather build some equity than keep giving it to a landlord. This can introduce some stress into a relationship.
Example:
Kent - But I'll be going back to school full time in the fall.
Me - And?
Kent- I won't be making as much money.
Me - Are you still planning on living somewhere?
Kent - Yes
Me - Then what do you care if you pay the same amount of money to me or
Kent - Because why should I put money into a house of yours if we aren't married? And you always threaten to break it off?
Me - That doesn't answer my question, but aren't we eventually going to get married?
Kent - Well what about you going back to school?
Me - That too is a question not an answer. I'm not ready to go back to school full time.
Kent - What if two years from now.. blah blah blah... in the middle of my program?
Me - I gotta blog.

My crazy day.

2001-02-23T17:41:00.000-08:00

Today I got an e-mail at work. I forgot I'd made plans to go to the Museum of Fine Arts tomorrow with the one friend in Boston I had at the time. Yikes. Much schedule
shuffling took place. I decided to skip swim practice (so that will be two in a row, and our regular coach is going on vacation after that...), and I asked her to get morning tickets, because I'd planned to see "a friend" at 4:00. In Harvard Square. She said that that was no problem, and she didn't want to stay out late tomorrow anyway. So I get to see my friend and I get to go on a date, and that works out for all three parties involved.

2001-02-22T14:54:00.000-08:00

I was in the market for a lover. Someone fun, interesting, who will go to concerts and clubs with me, who likes ethnic food, who doesn't mind the size of my ass, and is fun in the sack and has the gentleness and the patience to let me work through my totally-shot sense of sexuality. I thought I had found a perfect candidate; from a legion of several who stepped up to the plate, he's the one who took the gig and ran with it. I was sort of taken by him and let him. Then, it got weird. Almost immediately, it went
south. Not around to chat. Can't call. Always too busy. I started to think it was me.
Maybe it WAS me and I just didn't see the signs. Whatever. I really don't like it when I feel like I'm being bamboozled, though, and that's exactly what it felt like, with no communication whatsoever, just a terse, nervy "can't" most of the time.
So last night, I finally hashed it out. I washed my hands of it. His loss.
Your loss Kent Stevenson. I thought we could make it work, but I was wrong. You're still taking everything I can give - my soul - and not giving in return.
No more IM's. No more chat with one hand.
You suck Kent Stevenson. Julie was right I shouldn't have gotten back.

2001-02-22T14:45:00.000-08:00

ok well im just glad that i got out of school early. I worked four hours today. I didnt sleep last nite, i finished my homework at 4:30 a.m. and then i watched Nick at Nite till it was time for me to go wash. You know shower : I took my time in soaping my soft fresh skin up, latehering and shit. I rinsed and repeated not twice, not three times, but four times.. Then I uses the best lotions, powders and stuff. It was great. I had all this time. Then i put on my clothes and slept for 7 minutes!. Then it was time to go. I dont know how i am still functioning at six oclock in the evening. Also because I did not exercise yesterday I am goin to have to push My tired ass Double time and bust my friking chps to burn twice as many calories. UUUUGh . . . Mr. KS is coming closer and i have these hot outfits i would Like to wear, but i will not even think about putting on unless my ass is tight, my tummy is tight, and my hmmmer. Anyway we have a two hour delay tommorow. That sucks. I hate those man. Anyway i think im done with this blog.Im sorry dan that todays blog was not enterating. I will make sure to try and think of something clever for tommorow.

2001-02-21T16:45:00.000-08:00

I think people should get an 'A' for effort in managing personal affairs while they are in school. I know of several people who really should get actual academic credit for the stuff/people/etc they put up with because honestly it takes a great deal of time some days to make sense of life. And it really shouldnt count against me when I can't do my homework because there were honestly more pressing things going on - like life for instance. There are really more things that go on in a day besides classesand work (and nscs meetings, gemstone meetings, volunteer websites, bible study groups...) that dont normally show up on a resume. But then again, how amusing would that be? Especially with action verbs.

2001-02-21T16:41:00.000-08:00

I forgive you Kent. Sorry for the posting. I love your friends.
I love you.

2001-02-21T16:40:00.000-08:00

It is just so amazing as to how quick Kent and I finished our chemistry lab this afternoon. I've taken chemistry for five quarters now and today it only took me less than 45 minutes to complete everything. I guess chemistry has evolved into so much as to being part of my life that it clearly has become a routine for me. This has nothing to do with anything but I just saw Eminem on TV the other day and I think he's a little idiot. I don't like him. He tries to act all tough and scary but he just isn't. I think he needs to check himself before he wrecks himself. People who are fans of his music are alright but people who are fans of HIM are..urghhh.
Anyway,I just learned today that I have three midterms next Thursday! That's really gonna have a toll on my brain. I wouldn't mind having them on seperate days but ALL on one day is very exhausting from my perspective. And there's also no possible way you can cram for math, chemistry and anthropology all in one night. It can never happen and so this requires one to actually use the weekend and days preceding the exam to study. Hopefully people in my math class do shitty on this exam so that I'll do not too bad when the professor grades on the ole' curve.
Well, I gotta head to the library and do some studying with my study group. Hehehe...it's sooo funny when I saw "do some studying with my study group" 'cos most of the time one of the girls would sidetrack and then we'd all forget about homework and just end up talking and socializing.

2001-02-21T16:32:00.000-08:00

Its sad how easy it is to ruin someone's day, but beautiful how easy it is to make
someone's day great. My bass piano has been broken for two months. I didn't play it much, even when it was in perfect working order, but I always meant too. Yesterday, I went to buy strings for my piano. I asked for relatively cheap strings. Two years ago they were US$10. The cheapest they had were 40. The lady behind the counter offered them to me for twenty five.

2001-02-17T14:05:00.000-08:00

Ah wait! I remember I had this running through my head during work tonight! The thing is, m ost art/videogame type domains seem to have at least one type of shrine on them. There have been a couple times where I've wanted to make a character or game shrine and now that I have the room I should! But for what or who, is the question. I'd prefer to do something not popular,something neglected infact... Oh well, I wouldn't have the time to do it now anyway, so I'll just wait and think about it.

2001-02-17T14:04:00.000-08:00

Ah wait! I remember I had this running through my head during work tonight! The thing is, most art/videogame type domains seem to have at least one type of shrine on them. There have been a couple times where I've wanted to make a character or game shrine and now that I have the room I should! But for what or who, is the question. I'd prefer to do something not popular, something neglected infact... Oh well, I wouldn't have the time to do it now anyway, so I'll just wait and think about it.

2001-02-17T14:01:00.000-08:00

But that stuff happens to me anyway, so I choose not to worry about it. It was all pretty successful.The Pak-Stripper was happy, Jen would, I'm sure, have been happy if she was still in England. So I sent her a text message on the off chance she'd taken her phone with her. I did have a very interesting discussion with Trevor yesterday night, as he had his anti-big business rant. "NO NICK! DON'T GO WITH VIRGIN! THEY EVIL!" Trevor is one of the people that worries me. In fact everyone worries me sometimes, but Trevor is doing so at the moment. This makes him a bit different from everyone. But never mind. I now have a mobile, so I'm now "reporting from the inside" on the usefulness of them.
Results will materialise in the PD in a little while, assuming it still exists and I haven't finally hit a low and just pulled the plug on the whole thing. Which could conceivably happen, but let's all stay optimistic shall we? Hmm, the half-term bug has hit already. Luckily I have a whole column on Big Brother next, so that's one piece of actual thought I don't have to bother with. But there really is little happening. Just me, homework and the OBGYN. I should probably be scared. And now, my friends, Big Brother, and the team are still trying to work out which end of the cooker
cooks.

2001-02-17T14:00:00.000-08:00

2001-02-16T14:17:00.000-08:00

I hate you, Kent Stevenson.

When I had you, you never connected for me; now you give me a piece of yourself, to use as I will, and what...you still don't connect? What do you mean I can connect but my BuddyList doesn't show up? Go to Hell. I spent the better part of last sememster, and winter break, catering to your every need. I thought we connected. I gave you everything I had emotionally. I thought you were the one. The One for me. I gave you my heart. And you have the balls to break up with me over AIM? Not even a f2f or a phone call. You rat bastard. I hate you Kent Stevenson. I hate your family, I hate your friends. All the boys you talk to about me. I hate them all too. I'll spread your name to NG's and IRC until everyone on the net knows your name and hates you to for what you did to me.

2001-02-14T18:40:00.000-08:00

didn't think Cat liked people. That and her obsessing and stuff just makes her a regular, angsty adolescent I guess. What's her problem with Pam anyways? I mean, I do understand that she's annoying, but I don't have a problem with her or anything.
You sould've told her it sucked. It'd save her from her obsessing and stuff. Ghost for Christmas? Candy is good though. Could Darwin've been kidding around or something?
Napster's working again for me now. Got more LipBizkit. Hey Hey

2001-02-14T18:34:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here and thinking (that hurts for you, but for me, it's easy!). I was thinking about people and how easy it is for them to be mean purposely, and accidentally. I'm always scared I'm going to hurt sumone's feelings, I may not even care for that person, but I don't want to hurt their feelings. Over and Over again I will say sorry for the most frivlous things, it's rather annoying to the recipient and to me. I believe that everything you do comes back to you three fold. For those uncultured readers, if I do sumthin good it'll come back to me three times greater but if I do sumthin bad it'll come back to me three times worse. In that train of thought, I'm always doing things for people so they'll like me, although I don't much care who likes me. I'm a loner at heart, I'd rather be alone than in a group of moronic assholes. Yes, I am the true psycho! Anyway, I got my valentine's their gifts. Here's the list:
dead kitty
rusty nails
ants and snails
cigarette buts and coffee stains
pulled teeth
the clap

2001-02-12T16:47:00.000-08:00

It is a tree of life to them that hold fast to it and all of its supporters are (clap) happy, It is a tree of life to them that hold fast to it and all of its supporters are (clap) happppppppeeeeeeeeeey (lots of clapping). Shalom, Sha-a-a-lom (clap, clap, clap, clap) Shalom, Sha-a-a-lom (clap, clap, clap, clap), Shalom, Sha-a-a-lom (clap, clap, clap, clap), Shalom, Sha-a-a-lom (lots of clapping)

2001-02-12T16:41:00.000-08:00

I didn't get honked at this morning.I walk the same path to work every day. (More accurately, I take the same path to the train, every day.) There are not any other choices besides this path. (Of course, as a woman, I have been told a million times to vary my path, so that some stalker won't kill me. Easier said than done, when you literally have one path to the train.) Anyway, I walk through a small parking lot everyday. It is the parking lot a an Akido studio and a auto detailing shop. The guys from the auto detailing shop like to sit in their car in the morning. I have no idea
why. Anyway they have taken to hanking and waving at me. It used to scare me, as I thought that theywere being rude. One day, the honker was walking inside and asked me (as he could not honk begin outside of his car) whether I ever smiled. I have been asked this question a billion times over the last 10 years. The answer will always be that yes I do smile, but I am not a grinning idiot with a smile plastered on my face. My natural, expressionless look is not a smile and does look a bit depressing, but get over it.

2001-02-12T16:32:00.000-08:00

Alright so I am bleaching my hair right now. I'm on my third"coat". I'm using the strongest bleach that you can get. I am in a great deal of pain right now. Its burning the fuck out of my scalp and this has been going on for about *looks at watch* an hour and a half now. I'm trying to get my hair the whitest white possible so if i see a strand of hair that looks cream colored im like ahh damn have to put more on. Anyway its getting incredibly white now, i think im just turning my hair clear
actually. Anyway I'm in a great deal of pain here. But as the girl in my science class last year with the 30 pound weave said "pain means beauty". Whatever, I'm begining to think shehas no clue what she is talking aboot.

2001-02-12T16:16:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile on the good guy list--yea, the one I though was evil. Real quick here: they'd been infested with pro-weirdos (as in, "butt")--and, apparently, among those were the ones I'd been feudin' with, and was bounced. Ok, 'am not the most diplomatic person. Perhaps, I'm a good argument for repealing the 19th--and keeping women the heck out of office. (I try my best). Anyway, now the two list leaders are feudin'. Don't know what that's about, not sure I want to know. By the way, "SBotchie" is not a
member--'nuf said! Just a week ago, or so, they lost a member to another (real) anti-feminist list.
I remember last February 12th really well. I went to NYC really early to get to a little surprise party for Brittany. Jane, Ralph, Sara, and Trevor's friend Trevor were there, too. It was really fun. We ate muffins and listened to TMBG, and it was the best party ever. Really! :) LOL Then we went to the Virgin Megastore and met a bunch of people from the Kids in the Hall newsgroup. I suck at meeting people, so I didn't do much talking. I'm so shy when not chatting or IM. Then everyone went to this restaurant that was in the Bristol Hotel or something. I didn't even know what we were doing, I just followed Ralph, who kept telling "you might be a fishneck" jokes that day, because he was Jeff Fishworthy. I ended up sitting at a table with everyone from the party, and almost all of us ordered the $7 cup of clam chowder. And Ralph folded his napkin into the shape of a boot. I still think of that, whenever I see cloth napkins. {g} After that, we went back to Brittany's dorm, so she and sara could change, then we all went to see the KITH. I remember waiting outside the theatre, looking for Aly for twenty minutes, and eventually going in to find that she was already there. OMG {g} So then we watched two KITH shows in a row, and that was the first time I'd ever seen the KITH live. It was so mindblowingly awesome, too. After both shows, I didn't stick around to try to meet any of the Kids, because I was freezing and exhausted (I sort of regret not waiting around, now, but at least I got to meet Dan, a monthlater :) ). Aly and I just went straight home. That was such a cool day. :). Today was anti good day.

2001-02-12T16:08:00.000-08:00

Well, it's 4 PM, I haven't been to bed yet, and since my alarm is going to be going off inanother hour, I don't much see the point. I thought I'd blog, but to be honest, I don't much see the point in this either. Maybe I'll blog in a bit. Guess I'll put on some coffee right now and greet this marvelously shitty day with a really good caffiene buzz.
blossM

2001-02-11T18:48:00.000-08:00

Most of this weekend was way too depressing to write about. I long for someone to save me, to take me away from all of this. yeah, yeah, this probably isn't interesting to anyone but me, but i am positively f a s c i n a t e dwith the poem generator. i ran my main blog through it and here are some snippets. or don't, if you think the whole idea is boring.

Blossom451 posted by
Blossom451 at 10:21
AM really
nasty gross. haahaa. posted by the internet anymore.
I was completely engrossed with
this friend of a G
on el cracko

Okay so you can guess from the peon, I'm ticked off at a certain person who shall remain nameless. Let's just say he treats EVERYBODY like their below him, and I'm
thinking quite a few cuss words that I can't say about him. But I suppose that a blog is for letting off steam! ^_^

2001-02-11T10:21:00.000-08:00

ok, maybe i'm crazy but i don't understand some guys. i mean they say we're hard to understand, what's with that? whatever..geeze...they all must be on el cracko. ha...anyway...i'm am now like the best person in the world at bullshitting my way thought school projects. all you need to bullshit your way thought something is: knowing at least a small little bit on the topic, a HUGE vocabulary (or a theseaurus), and a person who actually knows something about what you're writing about (not necessary but very helpful) andthere ya go! haaha....it's just a gift of mine though! haahaa....never eat seasoned croutons, they're really nasty gross. haahaa.

2001-02-09T17:01:00.000-08:00

Thursday afternoon I was working on the newspaper at school, listening to my Sonicnet radio station when "Vacation" by the Go-Gos came on. In the past I've always skipped over the song because I never found it interesting but this time I was too busy to bother. I was completely engrossed with laying out the page when all of a sudden a wave of emotion hit me. The closest emotion I can compare it to is that moment before you start to cry. Only I don't cry because the whole world seems to disappear. I'm frozen and all I can do is hear the song. The best word I havefound for moments like this is "epiphany", although "ecstacy"works as well. The whole reason I listen to music is to get to moments like that. I had them more often when I was younger and was experiencing new sounds for the first time. Every time I play a record for the first timeI'm chasing that feeling but lately I've only been able to get half-way there.
So why now, and why with "Vacation"? I had never liked the song before and certainly never expected to be moved to the edge of tears by it.Then, I realized what was wrong--

I've been trying too hard.

2001-02-09T16:57:00.000-08:00

Can winter be any more depressing? It's been snowing like hell and apparently isn't going to stop anytime soon, i work my ass off and never seem to get ahead financially, and I've seen my boyfriendfor 4 hours in the past 3 weeks. I've been crying a lot. More in the past week than I have probably since I was a child. It's not fun. I drank so much Friday night that I was vomiting all evening through the next afternoon. Hi, my name is Blossom451, I am depressed. Updates on this thing have been pretty pathetic. It will probably stop all together very soon. I don't enjoy the internet anymore. I don't like being forced to talk to people online as opposed to in person. If I leave, they will be forced to seek me out in the 'real world', or just never speak to me again.
That's fine with me. If I'm not worth making the trip outside, then you aren't worth my time and emotions. What's wrong with people? So again I say, this will probably be the last entry for a long while, if not forever. I need to get on with my life. I need to stop crying.

2001-02-08T16:49:00.000-08:00

othello digs through his backpack, and i think, at least it's going quickly, as i read the clock over his shoulder during shawn's absentminded kiss.
kat's recently quit smoking (yall are making me feel bad, you and ga) so for her birthday i gave her a smoke. othello crumpled when i hollered into the office, going out for a smoke. i guess that's got some *ahem* connotations round here.
round here, the library, that is. it's gettin real old real fast these days and i wonder how othello can work here year after year five days a week. this is the first semester i haven't had a night off from late hours and they D R A G on after while.

2001-02-08T16:48:00.000-08:00

billy set me up on a date with this friend of his tonight.he sent me this IM some time after four am: I know you are sleeping or whatever, I hope you have a good time tomorrow, Bolt is a twin too, he is a music major, and loves the bassoon. How much better can we get here, he hates his twin by the way. Notalking about me tomorrow please. Bolt has brownish blonde hair and has a little facial hair on his chin. I
will tell him to wear his band jacket so you can recognize him. Have a good time. NO TALKING ABOUT ME!!i have a lot of responses, including the fact that i have many better topics for discussion than billy and that i don't really hate georgia. not really.but mostly, it just cracks me up. i wonder if the dude i'm going out with is half as fussed up as billy is. here's hoping not. i'm going to bed.
i've really got to get out of this habit, i've decided, of sleeping after class instead of before. i'm going totry and make myself go to bed after work next week. i really am. really.

2001-02-06T11:58:00.000-08:00

Greetings Dogz and Bitchez

Blossom451 will now speak her mind! No one can stop her or tell her to stop! Not my parents (Bob & Delores) or my school (Wilson Heights PHS) or the stupid stupid Student Goverment (Laney J. Suckz). LOL. I will dish the dirt, pass the trash and leave no one out. Wilson Heights here me roar.
More after band practice.
blossom451