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grilled cheese | 16 September 2002 | 8:52 am


this was a weekend full of relaxation, thesopranos complete first season,nummy dark beer, pear cider, baked ziti, georgeforemangrillin' grilled cheese, herbs and spices, sopranos season premier.

    side note: an annoying woman was doing the i told you so tongue wag to an office mate of mine (gorillagrrl) ...i peeped around the cube and mentioned to her that she could now do the iwasrightiwasright dance and, of course, the annoying woman did, all jiggles and arms flapping around. needless to say, it was not as amusing as i thought it would be.

lately there have been less journal entries a la booty than i intend...i have also read less journals. there is a serious lack of time in my life, but the go and i have always had a love/hate. i am much too anxious to be constantly doing things...but if i am not, then i feel guilty and sloth. strange. this weekend was meeting miss tecloand her robot. so much fun! not only the cooking par excellance, but so much smiling and reminiscing...!! an immediate sense of comradory...and a sense also of sad. it is both a wonderful and horrible thing to meet good people that live far far away. such are the stuffs of life.

also stuff is the 5am monday wake up time...aye the rub! *shrug*

i am here at work in cubeland, type type typing away, changing artifact titles and thinking lunch thoughts. after lunch i will think gym thoughts, then at the gym...home thoughts, and of course...grilled cheese.

i have decided yay on the georgeforman already, and this only after one weekend. (thank you thank you sf!!) i think we will buy one in the future...one big enough for two grilled cheese sammiches, side-by-side, the cheese melting and mixing together to form one gooey drip into the lard catcher.

ah, the romance!

this weekend in tank du wilde amerika, big fish dies, mancrab eats fish, ladycrab steals fish, ladycrab eats fish, night falls and fish completely disappears. wooty! this was one of the very first fish i the tank, the survivor swordtail, the one who came back from death once already. (...not this time, no sir.) we will get another swordtail boyfriend for the ladies -- the one that passed was less than attentive to their needs anyhoo.


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