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Ah, Trainspotting is on. I was just thinking about this movie. Joy. Aw, crap, Baby Dawn is about to die. This part kills me…\
I have a band-aid on my middle finger because my cuticle is split. Ow. This is such an irritating injury…especially for typing.\
The boyfriend played at Zythos tonight, which was fun, but there weren't many people there. Certainly not , nor , since they don't go anywhere I go.\
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Other random movie quotes that have been running through my head. See if you can guess them:\
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“Where are you? You are in the clouds and we are in a basement!”\
“Dance, 10. Looks, 3.”

Would you guys still talk to me if I wore something like this?\
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Ok, seriously, I'm going to go eat.

This gets kind of addicting. It really fulfills that “look at me!” craving.\
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This is me all gussied up for that DinoMite Days swooshy event that I got to go to a few weeks ago. It's proof that I actually brush my hair/wear makeup/dress nicely every now and then.\
Edit: That stole isn't made out of real fur. Just wanted to clear that up. Thanks.\
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I don't know where my mom found these, but they're sock monkey pajamas! Aren't they awesome? I want a pair so bad I can taste it. I believe they're Nick & Nora.\
Off to eat soup…

As of today, the boyfriend and I have been together three years. We're doing nothing to celebrate this. Last year I bought him a romantic gushy card. Then he informed me that he no longer cares about anniversaries. So this year…zip. I did give him a kiss this morning. The terd. I'm going to remember the not caring about anniversaries bit. Next year on his birthday I'm just going to be like, “Oh, what? It's the anniversary of your birth. I don't care about anniversaries. They're meaningless. No present for you. No cake, either.”\
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My hands and feet are cold.\
I am, of course, doing laundry.\
The lunar eclipse last night was cool.\
The boyfriend and I saw a shooting star. That ruled.\
I'm feeling rather domestic today, and am thinking of all of these cute things that I want to do for the baby's birthday and Christmas and whatnot.\
Alright, I need to go find some slippers.

Since it is my general policy not to post pictures of my son, I wanted to share these pictures with you because they're just that funny. So yeah…without further adieu I present Kingston as Hunter S. Thompson (and other assorted Halloween/Birthday pictures).\
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The pumpkins all lit up. The boyfriend carved the one in front. Not bad, eh?\
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Mask action.\
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Parents and cake. CAKE!\
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That's Kingston with my Uncle Jim. I included this one because for some reason, I didn't get his feet in any of the other pictures. I wanted everyone to see his very stylish navy blue socks and white shoes. Hotness.\
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And now, here is the gonzo journalist himself.\
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Edit: Forgot this one.\
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I'll try to keep the graphic information to a minimum.\
Last night I made some very quick and easy chili with some Boca Ground Burger, some generic chili spices, kidney beans, and crushed tomatoes. It took about 10 minutes to make and I was pretty pleased with the results.\
Anyway, after the baby was in bed, the boyfriend and I went to Club Havana to hear our friends Jwan, Arnie, and Jim play some records. On the way there I was having some stomach cramps, but after a short episode of the vapors, I felt fine.\
We got to the club and I only really had one drink. We had a lot of fun while we were there. Arnie played the best set he's ever played, Jwan had everyone moving, and then Jim brought the house down with some Bill Withers, Prince, Stetsasonic, and some tasty dancehall. Everyone was dancing and sweating and feeling so good. Curt was quite intoxicated and saying some hysterical shit, like that the boyfriend was going to run for mayor of Pittsburgh some day and that during his campaign he would be saying stuff like, “Dude…that shit is wack.” He's probably right.\
When the club closed down the boyfriend said that he wanted to go over to Ed Um's for a little while to ogle his record collection. And ogle we did. Well, the boyfriend did most of the ogling while I sat in a chair with Ed's very nice cat, chatted with Ike about job search frustrations, and read some Metallica, Poison and Queen comic books that someone had left there. Did you know that all of the guys in Queen have these really impressive degrees in stuff like math and physics and one of them even has a PhD in Astronomy? I didn't. Comic books can teach you a lot. I considered stealing them but thought that might be rude.\
My stomach started to hurt again a little bit. While I was ogling a rare Dr. Alimantado record, I realized that the situation was about to become pretty dire. I told the boyfriend that we needed to leave. Now. I didn't want to do what I was about to do in Ed's bathroom…especially since there were a bunch of people in there smoking weed out of the window. We left pretty quickly and when we got home I spent over a half hour in the bathroom. Not fun. Luckily, no vomitting occurred because that really would have ruined my weekend.\
I'm feeling better today but not great. I think the reaction to what I assumed would be perfectly safe chili had something to with the fact that it's particular time of the month and frequent and long trips to the bathroom are an unfortunate but common side effect.\
Now that I've thoroughly grossed everyone out…\
I took a shower a little while ago and I'm pissed because my hair still stinks like cigarettes. Fuck smoking. I'm hoping to get my hair trimmed today so maybe the hairdresser will douse my hair in something sweet-smelling.\
Motherly duties call….

vegan chili = intestinal distress\
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For my graduation, my uncle gave me this book: Poetry Speaks\
I hadn't really read or listened to the CDs until today for whatever reason. God, I love it. I know that that military cadence is all the rage in poetry nowadays and I admire the passion of today's young poets, but sometimes I like just hearing the words and emotion and not so much how powerfully they can be delivered. It seems today that if you just yell your poem and appear out of breath at the end of it that the listeners are moved, regardless of whether or not you said anything of substance. Less is still more, kids. \
Anyway, speaking of readings, you haven't lived until you've heard Lewis Nordan read. If you're in the Pittsburgh area, you should try to find one of his fiction classes at Pitt and see if you can sit in on it one day. Same goes for Chuck Kinder.

1. What food do you like that most people hate?\
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There are a couple…sauerkraut, cheap macaroni and cheese with tomato sauce, tuna noodle casserole\
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2. What food do you hate that most people love?\
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any kind of nuts in desserts…other than that, I'm really not very picky.\
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3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?\
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Russell Crowe. I really don't get it. I mean, I kinda get it, but that guy just irritates me.\
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4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find\
attractive?\
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I don't know if people find him unappealing but he's certainly not billed as a heartthrob…Tim Roth.\
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5. What popular trend baffles you?\
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A Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, et al. \
Young girls dressing like assholes. \
Young boys with body image issues/adopting traditionally female insecurities and mental illnesses (sidebar; though this trend is relatively new, there are already hundreds of books and programs and articles and studies aimed at helping the afflicted. Girls, on the other hand, have had these issues for generations but they've only been seriously addressed in my lifetime. Fuck eating disorders anyway.)

Did you ever get a new person on your friends list who seems like a really promising individual and then they just FUCK IT ALL UP? I'm so annoyed.\
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By the way, if you're reading this, I'm not talking about you. I've set up this very catty, eighth grade filter. I need to grow up.