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I take these dinky little surveys through MyPoints.com and this last question for this current survey blew my mind...
Why do they need to ask this kind of info when the questions were about TV Programming and series??
While I was out and about today, I espied this ducky that someone had nail-gunned to the nearby viaduct.
What the? Why the? When the? and again, what the flip is it doing there?
This is what Amex report the webby awards charge to my card as. I A D A S I A D A S ASHLAND.
I called Amex to cancel it then realised what it was.
Forest of Fear, Tuxedo, NY Oct. 11, 2009
One of the FOF employees dressed up as some kinda monster! Looks like some scientific experiment gone wrong. This dude though, was like 10 feet tall!
okay some daddy rant coming. Nothing to see here, walk away now.
I got a little note from the post office today ( I just returned to Portland via the Empire Builder train this a.m.) that a large package was waiting for me at Kenton Station. It drives me crazy that they send my packages 'up north' to an area of town I don't go to. But decided it was a nice day (really nice!), I had a book for Dan Miller to drop off, and hey I could visit my pal Paul Bunyan, and I had some other packages to mail. I noted that the large package was from Johnson, which means it was from my Dad. I haven't heard from Dad since the xmas check, and haven't talked to him since our visit gone wrong in October in Augusta, Georgia where I cut my visit with him in half. Sometime in January, My Dad moved to another state, and changed both his address and all his phone numbers and didn't bother to tell his sister, or his daughters. I only found out because the thank you card and photos I sent were returned, and my Aunt told me she had to track him down after his unpaid bills were going to her house. I tried really hard all last year now that Grandma is gone, to call my dad and check in and keep in the know. He improved a little, but mostly it was me trying to make something out of my holiday dad. I know my dad still feels guilty for leaving the family when I was 8. I know he's depressed and in a co-dependent relationship. And I'm pretty tired of having a dad who doesn't know me at all. So part of me was a little glad he disappeared, glad I didn't get a valentine's day card. Well out of the blue I get this giant GIANT package, it's maybe 2 1/2 feet squared. I only have my bike, and three bungie cords. It's not going to work, I cant' get this sucker home. So I open it up and in it are a pillow, bedspread, 300 count sheets from Belks, a CD boombox, a bird feeder thingie, and tons and tons of books on tape (His wife is blind). It's not my birthday. I think my dad is trying to buy me back. And I know I should just be thankful that he's thinking of me, but jesus, the last thing I wanted to do was bike all this stuff home. More stuff. I mean the stuff is actually okay - our boombox is broken, the sheets, pillow, bedspread are useful, the bird feeder thing too I guess. And the books on tape, I can pass on. I just don't understand how a Dad can send a giant random box of stuff to his daughter (without a note about his change of address even), and not understand that a true relationship would mean so much more.
I see this magazine in many grocery stores and I have to say... Paula scares me. She has the same fake and plsatic looking face on every cover. It is not even a pleasing look... it is scary. I'm not sure if she is a real person of a puppet. Something just isn't right about her magazine covers. The cover alone prevents me from seeing what I might find on inside (maybe even worse).
Must be dark magic at work.
The wise man belatedly arrives bearing a sadly wilted Scud missile as his gift. Or at least that's my interpretation.
what this shit does this mean? what happens to that "pleasure" when the dude loses his lung capacity and abiity to blow out candles from a lifetime of smoking?
Ok. I'm not sure what to say. This is is the middle of nowhere, and I'm pretty sure it was in Nevada, probably about 30 miles in? We weren't sure. It felt - creepy. Weird. Up on the top of the hill with nothing around as far as the eye can see, just two attached garages (but no door between them), abandoned and unused.
This has got to be a mistake because 3 songs, which total roughly 21 minutes in length, are being sold as a single album for $9.99. WTF?
Why The F**K is a progressive sex education campaign by a non-profit called Heartsupport. Heartsupport is based out of Las Vegas, NV. - Design and Direction: Drew Melton Timeline: 2 Months
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