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Okay. Now to a fresh start, and it's sunday, and its the early evening and people are yelling outside or letting their loud motorcycle engines idle, because hell, who doesn't want to hear a motorcycle intentionallly made to be loud idle right outside your window.

I've recently become some kind of convert to Sex & the City... not really because the show's plotline seems to wow me, but I'm always interested to see how catty the girls can be each episode.

There is the inofensive black haired girl who seems to be married to a reincarnation of the Buddha.

There is the older one who now wears wigs who seems to be the hyper-slut. No this is not a reverse stereotype, I guess it's supposed to come off as empowering, and maybe it would be if she didn't seem to act like the world or at least New York owed her for her very pressence in the buroughs.

There is the redheaded stepchild who is as about as frigid as Walt Disney's cryogenics tube. "I'm reading now. You don't exist"... Makes me wanna kiss. Sigh. Power suit Power Broker, Cell phone! Ahoy! Ahoy! Land, Sea and Sky!

Then there is Sarah-Jessica wishy-washy Parker. I guess she is the planet to which all the other satelites moor their needy gravitational pull towards.

She gets paid to dish out advice that would make the least sexualy liberated person cringe, and apparently gets paid enough by an off brand paper to afford Manolo Blahnik shoes every other week. Cush job if you ask me.

Everyone seems rich, but so so conflicted, which I guess means that money can't buy you love, nor does it help your 'tude either it seems.

I don't really know what the other characters do to make money, and I've never seen any of them "working" for more than 5 seconds at a time, if that at all... but seemingly Brunch at Dorsia is an every day occurance, with what, I know its not this, but sans cosmopolitans, it's now Appletinis or something... They work and can get loaded during lunch time. Truly this is a Shangri La, that I never had known existed.

I guess I need to go squeak in some Black Hawk Down so my hidden female chromosome doesn't get it's Chi in a knot... something where something exploads. And I don't mean sexually.

I usally like to follow the evening up with a really sad movie so I can drift off to sleep with the vision of tradgedy-chic in my head... missery loves company, but make sure you BYOB.

Lisa Simpson Goes Goth. (seriously) - s15e13


Millhouse: What are you now Lisa, an Oakland Raiders fan?



Will you destroy all my papers? -V

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When the door of the mind, through which appearances are created remains unobstructed, unwarped by concepts, then there is no solid reality, just bright light and we let everything that appears just arrive naturally.

Thee 100 sylable mantra of Vajrasattva, The Diamond Way.

Om Benza Sato Samaya
Manupalaya
Benza Sato Tenopa
Tishta Dri Do Me Bhawa
Suto Kayo Me Bhawa
Supo Kayo Me Bhawa
Anurakto Me Bhawa
Sarwa Siddhi Memtrayatsa
Sarwa Karma Sutsa Me
Tsitam Shri Ya Kuru Hung
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ho Bhagawaen
Sarwa Tathagata
Benza Ma Me Muntsa Benzi Bhawa Maha Samaya Sato Ah.