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Thank you, sweet Jesus! My wireless capabilities have been restored. I was quite shoked last evening and this morning because I couldn't get my laptop to listen to our wireless signal and put me out there on the 'net. Now, Jesus has listened to my prayers, told me to restart the modem and router, and allowed me my internet access once again. Now I can continue doing good!

the special two

my recent trip to brazil

i procrastinate so fucking much! i have a paper due...two papers, in fact...and i've been doing everything to avoid working on them. i've done dishes, added water to the aquarium, played mario party, cleaned out the fridge, played with the kids.... i'm sure there's other shit in there, too. now i'm blogging about shit that really doesn't fucking matter.

this morning the message i got was just to be strong, cuz i'm going to have to do it on my own. don't we all? maybe i'm crazzy.

anyway, missy higgins is my new woman-singer-obsession. i particularly like "the special two". you should download it and shit. especially if you haven't shat in awhile.

we were the girls of the 50's
stoned rock and rollers in the 60's
and more than our names got changed as the 70's slipped on by
now we're 80's ladies
there ain't been much these ladies ain't tried

i like kt oslin, too. i think she was the first woman-singer-obsession of mine. now it's so fucking obvious that i'm trying too fucking hard not to write that paper. just write it! right? it's about using writing samples to guide instruction. blah, blah, blah.

okay. i'm going to go write. or at least find some other avoidance technique.

sorta hot psa

crack whores and jesus

this weather, like, makes me fucking whet! in case you're not here with me, it's around 70 degrees and sunny. inotherwords, it's the perfect spring day! there were lots of old people sitting on their porches and in their yards as i was out driving around earlier. young people don't do that no more, but it's fucking relaxing. it makes me miss shit: 2002 wasn't a horrible year for me.

my new favorite word

i slept for 14 hours last night, this morning, and this afternoon, and i still don't want to move. that says a little something, if you can read into it like i want you to.

i'm thinking about switching careers. i want to be a songwriter now. i'm thinking that if i can get the first big one into the hands of someone like carnie wilson, i'll be set up for a life full of grammys.

i know i'm rare
you stop and stare
you think i care
i don't