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I always want to try new things when I go to those chain diner type places, but I always cave and get safe stuff. I got the chicken fingers. They kinda sucked. TGIFridays are way better. Maybe I'll be brave and try the aztec salad next time. What's in it? Is it spicy? Cuz I don't do spicy. I'm an irish girl, therefore I was brought up on very bland food and have a sensitive palette.

Trust me....wasn't my idea.

I hear you on the classic rock thing. The same applies to "alternative" rock. Alternative to what? What does that even mean?

And to keep with your candy themes, how about white chocolate? Now, I may be completely ignorant in saying this, but what is it? Is it chocolate with food coloring? Or is it just vanilla? And why wouldn't you just call it vanilla? And if it's white and doesn't taste like chocolate, why call it white chocolate? It's not chocolate at all. Just call it something different. Like.....whitelate....or something....

The book is usually better than the movie. BUT, I think the only case in the history of films where there is an exception is in the case of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. I thought the fact that the book was told from Chief's POV was kind of stifling. The characters in the film were much better developed because it was told in the third person. I thought Chiefs little psychadelic trips went on for far too long. But we can agree to disagree.

eXisTenZ is my favorite of Cronenbergs as well. Have you seen Spider?

I think it's hilarious when people say I have an accent.

Had the same problem in my bathroom. I bought the poison that they take back to their nest and it destroys the colony. Haven't seen one in a week. But I feel the same way about it that you do. I'm the "Chemical Ali" of the poor ant people.

check out my journal when you get the chance.

Running your own business can be a serious kick in the pants. Motivation and drive are key and a sense of timing is crucial. Three of us started a business doing gutter replacement with a regional distribution of a product called Rainhandler. By the second year we had landed some huge contracts with churches and chains of assisted living homes. End of that year I was burnt out from all the long hours and hard work. I sold of my partnership and started down the road of using money to make money.

There is no statute of limitations, just that moment of epiphany when you take off your rose colored glasses and view yourself in a different light.

My parents knew I was a hell raiser and got me involved in sports at an early age. As a kid, you cant get in much trouble when you are going to practice every other day and have games on the weekends and are sent off to sports camps during the summer. It wasnt till after my fathers death that I realized that I was living my life according to my parents expectations and resented the pressure placed on me to achieve sports and academic excellence. I really wasnt a happy person and was doing destructive stuff in a misguided attempt to achieve the perception of some control. It wasnt till after my mother died that I realized how counterproductive my actions were and how much it must have pained my parents to watch their son do stupid stuff.

Dammit, get some more friends, My pic is lonely up here!

Just kidding.

Hey it's 4:20. Time to give complete strangers hugs and bond with your favorite comfort food!

Oh, look Pringles...

*wanders off*

I am so glad to hear about the new life (lives!) in the house. They can only bring you more comfort. Love.

...oh? Then write about the cats.

I call on you to cease this kitty mourning and return to update your journal! We're worried here, and I need more people who like Blade Runner around so I can cryptically quote lines in my comments:

Home again, home again,
Jiggety Jig!

right on. see, your journal tribe's coming!

I didn't go. Guess I'll have to grit my teeth and face up to this decade after all.

[Edited on Feb 19, 2004 10:31PM]