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Month: April 2004

I Should Just Change My Last Name To Murphy

I Should Just Change My Last Name To Murphy

The notice to move out wasn’t so bad after all. I managed to find another place in the same area for just a little bit more, and yesterday I gave the landlord most of my pitiful savings for a security deposit. *Sigh* The new computer will have to wait another year or two. This morning, on my way to work, my car died in the middle of the street. I had to run back home and call for a tow….

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Love Affair with a Lizard

Love Affair with a Lizard

I haven’t been doing the aliens lately because I’ve been letting loose with a lizard. Meet Loowis. He is just one of the many reasons why I never got around to making an Easter egg stereogram, like I’d planned, or writing up another tutorial, like I’d promised. But how could I resist a lizard with Jack Nicholson-like charm and a perfect ballet second position turnout? Soon, though, I’ll be back to doing cats, then aliens. In art, I mean. Share…

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I’m a Hot Potato With Sour Grapes and Chides

I’m a Hot Potato With Sour Grapes and Chides

I haven’t been feeling myself lately—though I probably should, as it’s bound to make me feel better—but ever since I got that 60-day notice to move out, I feel as though I’m treading the Pacific. For every two steps forward that I take, I get pushed back one and three-quarters. From 1996 to 2001, I changed jobs every year, and now that I’ve been at a stable job for almost three years, I annually find myself in a new living…

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My Constant In Life

My Constant In Life

Bonus points if you can guess what’s going on. I found out today that in two months, I get to do something for the third time in the last two years. This all seems quite sudden when I haven’t written for so long, but it was bound to happen. The signs were there: I finally got a gate key that works; I recently paid off one of my big credit card debts; and the clincher—my Gap jeans are starting to…

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Time Me Up!

Time Me Up!

The same weekend the time changed, my alarm clock broke. I had one of those Baby Ben wind-up clocks, the second or third in my entire life, the only kind I’ve ever really had. H.E. has always given me a hard time about Baby Ben, saying I must be crazy to wind that clunky little thing up every night before I go to bed, only to wake up to an unforgivingly harsh, clangy loud alarm that pulls me out of…

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