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I love it when a plan comes together

R showed up this morning and put the two new windows into the master bathroom – Loewen wood awning windows with screens. Perfect. I can’t tell you the mental masturbation that has gone into replacing the windows – good lord. Meanwhile, I went over to the LaLa to meet R early and then spent my time cleaning up the whole place. Midmorning, T came by and looked around – I forget how tall he is…

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Now you know

AA called last night as I was lying in bed and said she had gone on a date with L, who I met at the Hoe Down, when I was there. I asked her how it went and she said, eh. I told her I had this giant realization today – I love being single. I also went over some recent episodes where A was having trouble getting away from D and another friend was…

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Skinny scared chihuahua and a big dose of guilt

This morning Gomez and I were walking around the bayou when D, who just moved to the neighborhood was walking Frankie (a good looking Katrina rescue dog) and she told us that there was a Katrina dog in the cemetery – a chihuahua – I looked at Gomez and said, uh uh, no way, I’m not rescuing a chihuahua. So D said in parting – you have to really love dogs to rescue a chihuahua…sigh….…

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Smart Woman Dumb Pussy

Jill Soloway’s book “Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants” is hysterical – she talks about her affinity for what she refers to as “Toolbelts” and “that pillow-show shit is one of the my Top Ten Most Hated Things in the World.” That is when people decorate their beds with five deep rows of assorted pillows. Really I am not getting any sleep wtih this book around. There are, like my friend SuSu suggested, many commonalities with…

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August 31, 2006

My first date with Steve 16 years ago in San Francisco – we went to Olive Oil’s on the water – I remember we both ordered and never touched a bite – we were part of a threesome – Steve, Doug and I worked and lunched (read: margaritas) together often. Doug couldn’t go to lunch that day. (He ended up being my best man.) Steve and I were at the bar waiting for our table…

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