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Hmm, I need to add more music to my work rotation.

Ugh, there is *still* so much that needs to be done on the move. Last night it was the dresser, 400 LPs, kitchen stuff, tables, chairs, filing cabinet, miscellaneous bedroom stuff. Five pony-tail-and-tee-shirt days in a row are starting to take their toll.

On top of that, I had to utilize my 1337 mexx0r skillz yesterday to keep the hooptie running. For all who read this, a $2 battery terminal cleaner should always be your First Line of Defense whenever the car cuts out or won't start. The right wrench and one of these beauties (they look like something that belongs in a sadist's toybag) might save you or a friend the cost of a tow one of these days.

One thing about the new living arrangement is giving me a little bit of trepidation. James' brother is still living in the house and it is unclear when he will be leaving. According to the plan, he was supposed to be gone by now. The problem here is that James' family does not know anything about our poly relationship, nor do they know anything about me. So the chances are that there will be a lot of pressure on me all of a sudden to go back into the closet. Back in the closet! Nope, no way, uh uh, ain't gonna happen. I haven't endured what I've endured so I can go back into the closet at 33 years old. I can possibly be a little discreet for a week or two to keep the peace, but anything beyond that is not acceptable to me. Only time will tell how this will play out.

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From Salam-Pax's blog:

A conversation overheard by G. while in the Meridian Hotel -- the Iraqi media center :

Female journalist 1: oh honey how are you? I haven’t seen you for ages.
Female journalist 2: I think the last time was in Kabul.
Bla bla bla
Bla bla bla
Female journalist 1: have to run now, see you in Pyongyang then, eh?
Female journalist 2: absolutely.

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Survey taken from secret_willow

If I were a stone, I would be: marble
If I were a tree, I would be: ficus
If I were a bird, I would be: cardinal
If I were a machine, I would be: an internet server
If I were a tool, I would be: a multi-function drill/screwdriver
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: grapevine
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: a cool breeze on a warm day
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: a nymph
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: drums
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chugging fluids break.

Last update ever from the Chippewa house, before the computer is taken apart.

Bumper sticker on the friend's truck we are using to move the big stuff:
"We're the largest street gang in America. We're the Police."