Hi Mom!
JMcC, San Francisco, JJM’s page from the Bay
If I were a baseball player, and I got beaned by a fastball, I wouldn’t want medical attention. I’d want my limp, lifeless body flung to 1st, cause, dammit, I earned it!
I’m here.
I left the other six behind.
Accounted for.
On deck.
::dressed in spiffy choker whites w/shiny medals::
Here!
(Anything to increase my number of posts) 
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge…others just gargle.
Present and accounted for.
(snore)…uh, what? Yeah, uh, present.
Oh. I thought this was a list of the people we had to report to when our mother ship comes.
Umm, never mind.
pat
Here
And there.
If I fell down in a forest and nobody was there to see me, would I still be there?
Nope. Because I’m here.
No,no, people please. Enough with the standing ovation. I appreciate it, but I just want to hang out in here with all the little people and have myself counted.
Well, shut my mouth. It’s also illegal to put squirrels down your pants for the purposes of gambling.
Aloha!
I would be here, but the cold medication has left me floating somewhere up there. ::points at sky, faints::
Don’t tell anyone I’m here…I’m supposed to be working on a paper.
I know, I know. I’m a bad, bad girl. But I made roll call.
Question authority–just not mine.
Here I yam.
“Wednesday the 15th - Chris made one of her rare good points today.”
Guanolad
As my LIL says,“Are you STILL on Dope?” Yep.
Present and accounted for, sirs!
“Jesus Mary Joseph…you’re a biker chick!” - co-worker, upon hearing of my tattoo.
Yup!
And that’s just my opinion. I could be wrong.
How ya doin?
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