So I have a cold. Not the worst I’ve ever had, it just makes me all mucusy and gross. And the guy at work that I spent New Years Eve making out with might like me in a non-drunken way, but I don’t really know. I’m thinking of being extra flirty tonight. Of course, if he was just drunk, how embarrassing? And then I have to work with him? Sheesh. What do you think? Uh-oh, I have to sneeze.
Bless me. I think I’ll go get a croussant. Is that spelled correctly? So what’s new with you all?
I shouldn’t post to this thread because I’m not sick and you could give it to me. Do you use those medicated kleenex that don’t chafe? I can’t. You pick them up and they’re all slimy and you have to think “This is new, no one’s used it, I just pulled it out, it’s clean” as you’re wiping your nose.
I say to get this guy’s attention, you should start making out with every guy you see right in front of him. He’ll stand there and thing “wow, this girl is really mature and experienced.” It will impress him, I’m sure. Or you could just rub snot all over his body as a quasi-foreplay activity.
Would quasi-foreplay be twoplay or eightplay?
Well, here’s a poem I created just for you (or stole, whatever)
Never kiss your honey
while your nose is really runny
you may think it’s funny
but it’s snot
Feel better.
I vote for piplay.
As I post this, it’s 2:13 into the game, and the Giants have already scored twice. Very nice. Keep your fingers crossed.
Other than that, am I the only person to have come away from the NYC dopefest without a head cold?
I know how you feel, 2 weeks ago I had this horible head cold, buckets of snot, extremly sore throught(sp?)
Just as I get over it, I come down with Pneumonia. ive been out for a week allready, I am not looking forward to this next check.
Get well soon.
Lux, I think you are. And only Tripler can blame me for his cold, so I dunno HOW the rest of you got sick.
Just took a shower, so at least I’m clean. Still need to take out the garbage, but I really don’t feel like going outside.
And how the HELL did the score go up 13 points while I was in the shower? Giants-Ravens Super Bowl, here we come…
no, I didn’t catch anything at the Dopefest, and no one gave me anything 
. The alcohol was a disinfectant.
You poor fellows. I just got back on my feet after a short but highly intense fight with a head cold. Unpleasant and boring, except of course for those psychedelic dreams you always get when you run a fever (those are unpleasant, but certainly not boring).
Swiddles, flirt! It’s an order. Heck, if you can’t land a good man, I’m unimpressed with the sanity of the American male. Sheesh. Besides, if he’s been making out with you drunk and won’t sober, he’s the one that should be embarrassed, right ?
So what’s up ? Not much. I miss my Danish friends so bloody much after visiting home over the holidays. OTOH, I’m short on money after all those /&%%§$§&" Christmas gifts, so I probably won’t be going anywhere soon.
My little sister turned 30 - that hurts bad, let me tell you. And of course she’s all settled down with husband and kids, when I’m still bumming around, trying to have a good time.
Now I think I’ll log off and do the dishes.
Oh, and it’s “croissant”.
Mundane enough ?
S. Norman
My Vikings fan husband is so frustrated, he’s washing dishes. He’d be mowing the lawn but it’s covered with snow.
I didn’t realize the F word could be used in so many contexts.
My daughter e-mailed me a little bit ago and told me to grab the cats and run for it.
It’s a tad stormy here.
Go Raiders!
Snormy,
Your sis may have a husband and kids, but she’s not gonna get absolutely shitfaced in Amsterdam during St. Patricks Weekend 
I was sick, then got better, and now I’m all sick again. My left nostril keeps dripping snot, and now the thingy under my nose in all sore from wiping.
At work today, I dug for an hour trying to find this one special rag rug for a lady. The guys boosted me up into the mountain-esque pile and it turned into a rug-throwing melee. They buried me in the middle bin (out of 7!) and I had so much dust in my mucus membranes that I had trouble breathing, but hey, anything for a laugh at work.
Then there’s James, this guy that I used to have a big crush on, who I work with. We’re bestest friends, but unfortunately, his fiancee doesn’t like me too much. He wrote me the most beautiful letter about how I inspire him to create (I have it memorized - that last line is, “You have a beautiful gift, Sarah; keep living, keep breathing, keep feeling and keep sharing.” How could I NOT fall in love with him after that?! How can anyone live up to that?!). I can’t say I have a crush on him anymore, but he’s so giving and caring and sweet that he makes me yearn for what I don’t have.
I bought some new paint and canvases earlier and am looking forward to getting out an idea I’ve been toying with for some time. I just need to get off this damn computer!
sob I think I’m going to go cry now. I’m listening to Joni Mitchell right now, and feeling all out of sorts, and that line hit home. Swiddles, let’s start a Lonely Hearts Club.
Note to self: I LIKE being single. Single is good. Single does not = lonely. I LIKE being single.
Tripler piping in from work . . .
I went to this kickass '70s Pimps and Hos party last night, sick as a dog. I had a great time though, 'cause I didn’t drink that much on account of my cold. And I saw the Giants game today. Let me just say that I’m not really a football fan, but remember how tense a situation it was for me to wear a Devils jersey in Ranger-land? Well, I’m up in Vikings country right now. . . Hooooooo boy.
Rambling on some more, I damn near bought a digital camera for my birthday. I think I’ll pick it up tomorrow, but I’m having this big pre-purchase guilt trip. My last business trip netted me some cash to pay off bills, and I’m really doing well with my new budget. So I put it to y’all: Do I buy a digital camera for my b’day, or do I stick with my successful budget?
Just think, near real-time pics of your armed forces in action. It’ll also pay off when I go over to Saudi, so I can have a Desert DopeFest. Think about it. . .
Tripler
Nacho said:
Note to self: I LIKE being single. Single is good. Single does not = lonely. I LIKE being single.
I tend to agree. I’m a happy pup. . .
Well wishes to all the sickos in here. Hope you’re all feeling better soon! 
My mundanity for the day is that I am a new grandma again. My molly mysteriously had ONE baby the other day (unlike the over 40 she had just 3 months ago). Since there are no male fish in her tank, I was more than a little curious how this could have happened, and I came to discover that mollies will store sperm and re-impregnate themselves up to 3 times after mating just once! Isn’t that interesting?
I also got my male betta a new 3 gallon tank and set it up on my desk next to my monitor. It’s so pretty! Wish I had a digital camera so I could show you.
I had a gas leak at the intake valve on my meter the other day, so I went 24 hours without heat - BRRRRRR!!! And of course THIS is the time my electric blanket decided to poop out on me. So I bought a new one at Target. Do you realize how expensive Sears really is??? Full size electric blanket at Target: $44.99, at Sears: $109.99. Outrageous! But I’m all nice and toasty now without threat of being blowed up or anything.
My mundanity is that I also survived NYC in good health.
I was very busy today at work. I had to catch up on all my usual business before going on vacation. Then an inmate yesterday got caught trying to smuggle drugs in (I won’t post how he was attempting this; definitely TMI). We recovered the drugs (move right along; don’t even think about it). Then my day shift counterpart who was supposed to test the drugs waits until a half hour before the end of his shift to test them. They tested positive but of course now it’s too late in the day for him to file any reports. I walk in and have to spend three hours doing his paperwork.
Anyway, I’m home now and doing a load of laundry so I can pack my suitcase to go to Texas in the morning.
And my friend at work who has scanned all my NYC photos is experiencing difficulty with his email software which is refusing to send attachments. His ISP tech support has explained the problem thusly “we dunno” so there may be further delays in the posting of my pictures.
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Amen, sista. Take it from one in the know, listening to any female folk singer is a one way ticket to Lonelyville. Stick with punk and electronica. FWIW, I think you’re hellua fun. Hey, have you earned millions of cool points telling friends that last weekend you were in a redneck bar in the Villiage bardancing?
On a related note, I got a number from a cute guy I was in anthropology class with last semester. He came in to my store tonight, rented a movie, left, and then came back to give me his number. Asked me to have drinks after work. I called him as I was leaving, and he was all “I’m in bed, meow meow.” (the meow meow wasn’t spoken, but was an implied whine.) ARGH!!! And the worst part was that MakeOutGuy didn’t even get to see me get Anthropology Boy’s number. So now I’ll have to bring it up to make him jealous. But I’ll have to tell him that Anthro Boy opted to sleep rather than experiance the wit and bar dancing skills that I possess. FEH!!
In more mundanity from Falcon’s life…
Finally did laundry today. All 4 loads worth. Woo! I now have clean clothes again!
Downloaded a TON of crap from Napster tonight…mostly by 2 artists. Female folk, but HAPPY female folk. Yes, they DO exist! Either that, or I just don’t know the lyrics well enough yet to get depressed.
My cat just managed to break one of my shot glasses. I’m NOT happy about this. And of course, it had to be the one from Vegas that I can’t replace easily. Dammit.
Soooooo, are you mad that your cat broke something, or that you won’t be able to drink like you used to?
Tripler
0009, at work, and the Free World is still secure.
Oh yeah,
Hey Swiddles and Nacho, Valentines Day is right around the corner. I’ll drop a dollar for membership in yer little Lonely Hearts club. . .
Tripler
Course, I don’t expect you’d take me . . .
For now…
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Aheh.
Eh.
Oh, I can still drink, hon. I have 9 shot glasses left. Just mad that the cat broke it. However, it could be worse. He could have broken the really nice one I got from a friend when I graduated. (Yes, I collect shot glasses. Shut up.)
And wait, to join a lonely hearts club, don’t you have to be alone? 
And Lux? Is there something you wished to tell us?
Nah. Ignore that last bit. I was going to do the world-domination thing for about thirty seconds there, but then I remembered I have cheesecake, so I put that on the back burner for now.
So, I got mundane for ya: I just had a slice of that cheesecake with strawberry compote on top. Then I had a beer. Now my burps are like cream soda-flavored. It’s not totally unpleasant, to tell the truth.