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Got Me A Raquet

I learned to play squash this weekend. Dan bought me a raquet a few weeks ago, and I finally took it out for a use. I'm not too bad - and it's great exercise. Plus, there is something truly motivating about slamming that little black ball as hard as you can. We played on Saturday and Sunday - boy did my body ache.

I hit the craft store again and purchased more paints, stencils and wooden boxes. I've always loved jewelry boxes - so i'm hoping I can make some purrty ones.

i'm not writing well today. i keep spelling this wrong. signing off.

The Friendly Fire of Cheney

There is a lot of irony in the Dick Cheney shooting.

When I heard the news - in my snoozing slumber - I said, "no fucking way." It didn't prompt me to wake up, but I'll admit - I've thought about it a lot throughout the day. In a way - the whole event makes me chuckle because, well, it involves an asshole named Cheny. But when you really sit and think about guns - fuck a duck - this is no laughing matter. Having grown up in an NRA-supportive family; losing a mother to a .38; and having a father who used to shoot for sport and who still sees absolutley nothing wrong with keeping a gun in a household with children, I can safely say...who fucking knows. Having a gun hasn't helped out my family life whatsoever. No protection there. It just gave my mother an option for which to kill herself. A gun just gave Cheny another option to wreak havoc on the life of yet another American. Sorry to be so idealistic.

Bored

so i think i bored my therapist yesterday. i was babbling away at about how i've shed a good portion of my materialist ways. i said goodbye with a comment about hitting the salon. yes, i'm an idiot. yeah so i hit the salon for a pedicure and eyebrow waxing. my big toe got messed up. the owner of the store commented on how relaxed i looked as i was getting my feet massaged. ahhh...i'm convinced that i will never get a decent eyebrow wax while i'm living in 'Thaca. i was tweezing the hairs between my brows before i went to sleep last night. guess she forget about those little suckers.

i'm currently researching sports blogs, and it's not interesting whatsoever. basically, this is what i've read: SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOW, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, and MORE SUPER BOWL.

i have a client that i'm batting a big zero for. i thought it would be a slam dunk. was i sadly mistaken. when you've gone solo, you've got to accept all of the faiure. it sucks.