May 8th, 2002



Chocolat was a wonderful movie... "wonderful" is just perfect for it!!

oh, and suprisingly... I mean "Chocolat"... and no porn at all! :D

Nighti night ma et mon amigos... :D

Morn'en Lj

Yeah... so Chocolat... when I woke today I felt the mental connections forming in my memory... and there is a rant in there somewhere, but I'm burying it.
Man, you would not believe how beautiful it is outside today. The sun is just beam'en... I think I'll score some serious crack today... I've been crack-less for like two weeks... yup... Starsnucks today...

~ black ftls
~ pale green / beige cuffed pants...
~ dark green micro fiber shirt... the nip master!
~ p-z sweater (it's a chilly morning...)
~ Senators hockey tonight...
~ new West Wing tonight... hmmm the tv gods are smiling.
~ insert and work responsibilities I had from yesterday... yesterday kinda vanished.
~ Nicki, Zack, Jordan, Drew & Tarynn, Fiona, Connor and Anna(and as I realize I could go on all day naming kids, hence one-ought-to-not-start-with-names...) there are so many kidz in the zone of my close journal friendships... today, I just wish them all well today.

So the newspaper editorial today is rather scathing today about the way TO has been handling themselves in the playoffs... complaining about everything. I just wonder who noticed that Ottawa didn't say shit when TO artfully dislodged the net (their own net) when Ottawa had puck control in their zone... not once... not twice... but three times in a row... in one period.

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Lj Birthday Baby...

Happy Birthday Tracy!!!

a long time friend in the living novel, Tracy has been nothing if not a consistent source of care and good vibes... at the worst of times... at the best of times... an even woman regardless of the occasional rant... a woman I can care about unashamed and with gusto!!!

Thank you for your friendship Tracy.

Happy Birthday Sugar-Top and I hope this year brings you pleasure in all its disguises... and it remains my hope that you have time for our friendship as the calendar trips the pages away.

Happy Birthday to you... Snappy Birdday to you... Schmappy Birthhey dearest Tracy... Happy Birthday to you.


If you name is anything ending with a dozen digits... say, oh, maybe Shannon987345263562343* and you are moved to email me about something... promise me you would never use a subject line with "Important information" 'cause baybeeee you are soooo spam ... so gone...... you're gone faster than the emails from "helen" with subject lines like "Young Dumb and Full of Cum... find your Hot Teen Sex here"

* just a random name... please don't actually be someone... :)


Well ... I'm home... and even though I spent almost as much time dick'en around in parking lots as I did watching hockey, I had a blast... We kept diving from our seats back into the room with the tv to watch televised replays... It was SOOOOOO close but ... thems the breaks. Win or loose, I feel great for having had the highly improbably opportunity to be there... (tickets are usually for clients and "playoff tickets" are really really for clients. I got one because someone cancelled at the last minute... :D

Was I ever ticked off at the people throwing shit onto the ice... I mean, the energy was freaking phenomenal when the buzzer went and everyone thought there was a goal... so you just gotta try and imagine the palpable downer when they called it no goal... but either way... there's no excuse for throwing shit on the ice.

oh and those little towels everyone is whipping around their heads... (and this is not a joke) Take a room with 18,500 people, all revved up and drinkin beer, at the end of a long day... and ask 'em to all raise their right arm over their head - in very close proximity... Now tell 'em to spin a little towel that starts an instant air flow past all these arm pits... No shit... after a single minute of that shit you had to hold your nose. :D

okidoki... off to watch west wing.