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i'm in a good mood today but i thought i would dedicate something today to little things that are the worst. don't get it? like, a good example is monday morning when colleagues make small talk and say "man, i really need my coffee" or when asked how the weekend was "good, not Long Enough" eek i dont like that little banter but i do know that it is necessary because i know people have private lives and are not going to say they were up until 4am both nights pounding booze or raising gerbils or nurturing orchids - people are weird.

other examples of little things that are the worst include writing a fairly long email, maybe something that took 10-15 minutes and then have the browser refresh or you hit the back key and everything is lost. That is the worst what are some other good examples? i know i stub my pinky toe (on both feet) at least once a week, i think now its really just a tendon - no bone, no nail, just this hardened entity that has been smashed repeatedly; worst thing in the world.

obviously mockingbirds, parking tickets, and a torn hangnail are up there but lets go a step further. How about after you enjoy a cup of tea or coffee (probably at home) and when you look at the bottom of the cup you notice hardened pepper and/or cereal stuck to the bottom? something the dishwasher didn't get and you happened to overlook? ridiculous - always brings me within minutes of vomiting. How about during the winter months getting this little, hardened, callus thingy on the inside of your nose? if you dont know what i'm talking about, i've been verified by at least 4 other sources but basically its like a scab or bump or something that sits harmlessly for a few months but its annoying, sore and there is a tendency to tear at it - do not tear at it, i repeat do not tear at it or there are consequences that you cannot even fathom. Far worse than walter donovan drinking out of the cup he thought was the holy grail in indiana jones and the last crusade.

i could certainly include bad haircuts, shrinking a favorite article of clothing, or a small fender bender but lets go a bit further one last time. How about going out to dinner, living a little bit on the edge and ordering something a little different and when it comes out you want to cry because it's nothing that you thought it would be. (side note: i did this once with rock fish, i was so excited to get a mild fish but they brought out this deep fried fish with its' scales, head, fins, flappers, dorsals, whatever. This guy was looking at me - i couldn't eat it. I just stared at it and kindly asked them to take it back to the kitchen and essentially pull the meat out because i had no idea. This was a nice restaurant by the way; a 40 dollar fish for c.sakes.) come to think of it, a similar example would be taking a risk on an album and it being terrible but usually i can listen to any album - regardless of how bad it is. Another little thing that is the worst that i would imagine would be terrible would be losing your subway club card or something similar. How awful would it be to eat 8 subs, saver your card for i dont know - 3 months and then the day you decide to cash in on your hard work, it's gone. Oof i guess the same could go with your dunkin donuts card, or any stamped, card - its the worst

okay, again not in a bad mood just needed to put that out there because i wrote a long email this morning and the browser refreshed and i thought i was going to punch the computer screen. I guess there are worst things in the world like being shot in the kneecaps, having your pet get hit by a car, or a hurricane destroying your house...right?

okey dokey smokey - have a great day, do some good and see you on the flip.

-bhensal
p.s. Special shout out goes to yizzle chukie on their very first home; what an exciting event i can't wait to see it and i look forward to many fun times congratulations

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apos;come to bed.apos; she says.

Things arenapos;t the same, I wish they were. I go from one extreme to the other. Iapos;m weak, Iapos;m false, Iapos;m a fucking fraud. Does that make me just another human being ? or does it make me selfish, or a bad person ?

I wish that I understood why it is that I do the things that I do and why my actions cause their reactions, and why things turn out the way that they do. Does everything happen for a reason ? Am I meant to lose these people, or am I meant to keep trying, urging them to change. Well, for now I give up. They wont change, neither will I. I was once told that qualities in others that I tend to dislike, are qualities or somethings that i dislike in myself.

I hate this fucking world, and every lowlife in it. If only I were brave.

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I tag everyone on my friends list for this.

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, hereapos;s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song thatapos;s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Donapos;t lie and try to pretend youapos;re cool...
7. When youapos;re finished tag some other people to do it

Opening credits:
Daddyapos;s Girl from Grey Gardens

Waking up:
Three Love Songs For Marsa Taraf de Haidouks (Romany)

First day of school:
All For The Best from Godspell

Falling in love:
Seven Drunken Nights The Tossers ((HAHA.))

First Song
To Life from Fiddler on the Roof

Fight Song
God And Man Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, Deadwood OST

Breaking Up
Thanks Bohdan from Wagon Wheel (by Robin Sandusky and Erato Kremmyda. Holla)

Prom
The Revolutionary Costume for Today from Grey Gardens ((HAHA That sounds about right.))

Life
All We Have from Wagon Wheel

Mental Breakdown
Making Christmas Nightmare Before Christmas

Driving
The Club from In the Heights

Flashback
There Is Nothing Like The Brain from Young Frankenstein

Getting back together
Something Just Broke from Assassins ((Yikes))

Wedding
Youapos;ve Got A Friend In Me from Toy Story ((Aww.))

Birth of child
I Know Where Iapos;ve Been from Hairspray

Final Battle
Meet Maguire Road to Perdition

Death Scene
Could We Start Again Please? from Jesus Christ Superstar ((Seems a little late for that, hm?))

Funeral Song
Two Lost Souls from Damn Yankees ((Great Comforting lol))

End Credits
Le Tango de Roxanne from Moulin Rouge

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Hmmm...

itapos;s appears that my mother has done a vanishing act...

she has been MIA since Tuesday, and no-one told me this til now...� handy.

Sheapos;ll be ok, dad isnapos;t worrying, so I donapos;t think we should...

Maybe heapos;s not noticed sheapos;s gone....No, he has noticed, but he isnt worried which leads me to believe he knows where she is.

Hopefully she returns in a better frame of mind...

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Sometimes I wish you could see what I think about you. Itapos;s probably best that you donapos;t.

Donapos;t pay me any attention. Itapos;ll just encourage me.

Iapos;m trying not to ruin everything but itapos;s becoming very difficult.

Itapos;s like this: the huge pile of pots and pans is definitely going to topple over and make a bunch of noise if you throw your shoe at it. But the idea of it NOT happening that way is so appealing that you do it anyway, because youapos;re a dumbass and you like shiny things.

Boy do I ever like shiny things.

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Do you remember the episode of Salute Your Shorts where Budnick tells the story of Zeke the plumber???

It was terrifying

Tonight John McCain attempted a reenactment of this with Joe the Plumber

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"Budnick tells the gang a ghost story about the campapos;s old custodian, Zeke. It is said that Zeke, who had lost his nose in an accident, was unable to smell a gas leak which killed him. Budnick tells the group that whomever touches Zekeapos;s plunger will have horrible nightmares haunted by Zeke. Of course, everyone has bad nightmares that night. The entire group, with help from Ug, sets up an elaborate plan to get some revenge on Budnick."


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I was on my way to work and thinking that Rada street is so RADA (Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts.)�Not that I�donapos;t like investing a lot of my time in Rada street.

Anyway, I�was already on the elevator when I�heard someone call out, "Lara."�I wondered who would call me Lara in that setting. I saw Gene. I�walked out of the elevator and chatted.

He pointed at the office on the first floor. Road Runner.�I�had no idea. "Letapos;s have lunch some time,"�we both agreed.

With Gene here, Lesley there, and crossing fingers that Apple will be behind me, Rada is definitely becoming like "RADA."


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