May 12th, 2000


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Extreme frustration, okay well moderate frustration, grrrr. I just typed this nice long post and my undependable phone line caused my modem to disconnect or something like that. don't you hate that? Is ther a program i can run that will just save everything I'm typing while I type it and then have it there for me to find again when something like that occurs? What do you guys do? Do you type in this little box here, confident of your ability to spell things correctly and the dependability of the universe?

Okay here's a recap; birthday, son ten years old, me no sleep, too much late night radio, happy chat about possiboe ground and surrounding environmental contamination at Los alamos nuclear testing facility, nice fat radioactive plume of smoke falling over a neighborhood near you, unhunh, yup, won't worry about that one, new sparkly blue glitter lava lamp thing made pretty light/shadow display on ceiling, thirsty want cold aquafina, having to shake my leg to keep awake, must sleep now, krispy kreme doughnuts in kitchen do not call out my name, today we will put rocks in my garden, in tahiti there was this exhibition of paintings by an artist named loti? at the gaugin museum and I dind't get to see it but fell in love with the posters, I want t learn more about him, the new beanies are cute, especially the glowing bug and the eel and the lion and umm what else, well I just like them, mr. warner is a marketing genius, hate him for this, I want to be a cyber billionaire, how can I accomplish this? okay you guys mull that over for me and come up with a solution, you wish you hd as mnay cats as I do, I want to scan my boobs for the boobscan page, I save a pair for my wallpaper, they're pretty. okay i go now, bye bye and love from me to you


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Uh oh, still ahven't had much sleep to speak of. Eating doughnuts and drinking a coke. This can't be good. Nope.

Me no like fire. Fire bad. Yeah but it's also pretty too.

I think I will have to go back to catch up on my lost sleep.

Beau (my little boy) is upset because he wants to bring hisa punching/kicking bag thing in the house to play with and I told him it's for the garage. Guess it could be worse hunh? He could be like one of those, "fuck you mom you bitch whore," kids on Sally and Morey (not sure how to spell that) and I could be one of those Mom's who don't think they had anything to do with their kids acting like that.

I love sleeping, I really do and I don't know why I ahve such a hard time with. I went to see a psychiatrist (he was such a pompous boor believe me, and I love psychology)who said he thought I was bipolar. Man I hate that. Maybe he meant it as a compliment, maybe he mispoke, maybe he meant to say bipopular, now that would make more sense.

I need a pool or access to a place where i can swim naked. My body just hums in water. In tahiti I was smiling so much my facial muscles hurt. And I'll tell you another thing to and this is very important; antibiotics give you yeast infections, yes it's true and I don't like them one bit, ununh.

My chicken is lonely and I can't seem to find her a friend who is the same size.

Have any of you ever heard of or seen any of the work of an artist named Loti. He did these kind fo romanticized french Polynesain paintings that i just love.

Mmmm I'm remembering swimming with the bat rays and being rocked to sleep at night by the boat. God, set me free from this hellish los Angeles tied to my mother not auditioning enough because I'm afraid I'm too fat lifestyle and give me some land, please?

Hey you guys how do you put images in here?

Gots ta go sleep or else I will be very mad at myself and have to seek spanking. Tomorrow is neighborhood arage sale day, weeeeee, fun, fun, fun. Me like garage sales. I feel so vapid and silly for having fun chattering away when I know people are suffering all around me. I wish Marlon Brando was my friend.

I really liked meeting Angelina Jolie. Maybe I should get collagen injections. Maybe I should have a stomach staple. Maybe I should get my butt to the dentist. maybe I should shut the hell up and go take a nap. okay. night night. birdie is singing so sweetly here and my fountain makes me feel peaceful when the doughnuts and caffeine are keeping me awake in a jittery kind of state, ack gotta pee.


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I just had a thought, (I know, I know, good fodder for a joke or at least a flame or two but I did, have a thought, and it went something like this),
if it were alright ethically and I am sure it isn't, wouldn't it be funny to create a live journal for my ex and write the most horribly inane things in it. God that would be fun. Hey is there anything that says we can't create fictitious character live journals cause if I changed his name just slightly I could ahve a blast posting from the POV of a completely mysoginistic male, hmmm maybe that wouldn't be anything new. well I could just be having a great old therapeutic laugh on my end then, oh my God do I ahve to pee, stop me from writing in here, please????