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Russian nesting dolls with
a twist. Mouseover each to see the reverse.
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Some people who post pictures from their digital
camera without changing the software-assigned
file name. These
can be found. It's interesting to see what
people will post. (This search tool creates a
random number and slaps it into a filename that
has the same structure used by different digital
cameras. Hit refresh to get new pics. Some may
be NSFW.)
The
song that goes with the lip gloss (see entry below) is Bif
Naked's Tango Shoes.
Definitely.
Makes
me want to get tattoos all down my arms and dance around in
the middle of a highway, laughing in the face of oncoming
traffic.
Or
perhaps it's just the giant latte I had after lunch.
<10:45
a.m.>
Emma
has a scar on her eyebrow. She says she hit her head on the
toilet bowl. We have yet to determine exactly how that happened.
It
never fails to happen before picture day at school.
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<tuesday
september 23, 2003 - 10:39 p.m.>
Note
to self: don't eat dinner at the Lone Star before yoga class.
Other
note: don't ever order the Poor Man's Fajita.
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At
the end of our dinner I went to the ladies room.
I
washed my hands and applied my electric sparkly roll-on strawberry
lipgloss that makes me feel like a million bucks. All the
while a rockin' tune is booming out from the speakers overhead.
I
make kissy face in the mirror. I felt the power surge that
comes from the lipgloss. I felt Super with a Capital S.
I
turned on my heel with a confident long stride. I reached
out, grabbed the door knob, gave it a twist and a forceful
and spirited yank, took another step across the threshold...
and come face to face with a stack of toilet paper about nine
feet high.
Clearly,
this was not the way out.
I
was deflated by my sudden lack of coolness. But was I ever
cool to begin with, or is it just the lipgloss talking?
Clearly,
this was not the way out. 
