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  <title>adventures in mediocrity</title>
  <subtitle>a beginners guide</subtitle>
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    <name>dizzy sensation of being</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dali_drama:804543</id>
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    <title>MIA</title>
    <published>2009-11-15T04:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-15T04:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i haven't made a proper post since folsome street faire, so lets backtrack a bit, then catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in september i didn't do much outside of redundant cafe work. O and i had a great meal/date night at oola one night though. on this night he discovered a specialty cocktail concocted with equal scotch and bourbon. he's been mixing the two and drinking them straight ever since. i believe my boyfriend is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4104789574_564106f022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got around to heading over to &lt;a href="http://hmsbeekeeper.com"&gt;her majesty's secret beekeeper&lt;/a&gt; to visit &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_cameo' lj:user='cameo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cameo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://cameo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cameo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and to see the mural i posed for with my own two eyes. it is very strange seeing yourself 10 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/4104820992_aaf9a818ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat continued to be tremendously cute and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4104832420_a3026466bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a message from an unlikely person whom was involved in some turmoil i experienced early this year, asking for help. i had a choice between being an immature bitch, or being a good mature person. i chose the latter. for this i am grateful. i've made a shameful amount of mistakes with people, and have generated a million reasons for people to categorize me as a high-risk, unreliable person, but thankfully, i'm actually growing out of it, slowly, but surely. trust that my shame runs deeper than your disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself and said person made arrangements to have dinner, and meet proper, and wound up getting along quite well. i got dressed nice for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4104073003_9bc6a64fdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went to the DNA and saw psyclon 9. i'd never seen them before, but enjoyed the show. i left before the arson happened as i had work at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4104843202_79c670696c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and ran some errands with samar, and we stopped into a little ice cream shop where i came across a painting that made me cry. my grandmother loved owls and one if my fondest memories of her was&lt;br /&gt;taking walks with her to the ice cream shop as a small child. she&lt;br /&gt;lived ice cream, and ate it every night before bed. i miss her. this&lt;br /&gt;may wind up being my memorial tattoo for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4104087099_b913061749.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled across a set for "trauma" a show destined for cancellation. samar wasn't sure it wasn't an actual accident, but my keen eye summed&lt;br /&gt;it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/4104861150_d4cfa0ce7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the biggest quesadilla, i ever seen. and when they brought the food to our cold, marble table, it looked&lt;br /&gt;like THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4104882224_bf56cfa335.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked on a commercial for SanDisk which made me want to die. i left feeling like i had no business as a MUA, and disappointed that i didn't ask for more money for all i had to do. i'm proud i have the experience under my belt, and eventually (hopefully) good material to put in my reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4104884640_bc8bae3dc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped samar out with makeup for sigil, but i have no pictures from that. i got to hook her into her rig on stage. she was a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and i attended dinner at &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_latemodel' lj:user='latemodel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://latemodel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://latemodel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;latemodel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s with kelly. we had stew among other yummies. i had white balsalmic vinegar for the first time. it was good. we like channing and kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4104902228_0c8754de7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obama came to town, and was staying at a hotel near my house. i got yelled at by a cop on my way home because i stopped to look down the empty street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4104905596_08167953dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with halloween approaching, the artists of 1am SF painted a halloween/dia de los muertos mural for the occasion. it was my favorite mural they've done ever ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4104141667_d889574dca.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went thrifting at goodwill with lady-friend, found the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;ever ever. yes, it's hand painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/4104922714_664bc7769f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight for dessert i tried the recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.mooflyfood.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.mooflyfood.com&lt;/a&gt; for broiled grapefruit with sugar and&lt;br /&gt;sherry. i was hesitant about warm citrus, but this was amazingly good!&lt;br /&gt;thanks moof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/4104185165_43baee4aed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's a quick and dirty summary through notes and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond that, i've been engulfed with my usual introspection, and my on going project towards self improvement. making tiny, tiny steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at the cafe, witness an endless variety of humanity in all of it's stupidity, and occasional awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started writing again, chipping away on something that isn't quite a screenplay, and isn't quite a novel. i'm making plans on &lt;i&gt;several&lt;/i&gt; creative projects to benefit myself, and others. others... whodda thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people, and am feeling very much the separation that i've created between myself and pretty much the entire world. still working through that. tiny steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks have also featured fun and shenanigans with a lovely, lovely lady, hand-in-hand with a very awkward situation. that situation, however, will require an entirely different post, or private conversations over bourbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i'll end this with the intention to maintain more writings, more observations, and more sharing. ok? ok.</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-11-06T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T07:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T07:53:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">error establishing database connection.</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-11-03T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T06:00:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T06:00:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more loss to add to my list of massive failures.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dali_drama:803651</id>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-11-03T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T00:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T00:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when you're feeling horrible, what cheers you up?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dali_drama:803101</id>
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    <title>Uploaded - 11\2\09-60</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T03:45:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T03:45:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradisdrab/4069893579/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4069893579_57bd23de10_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradisdrab/4069893579/"&gt;Uploaded - 11\2\09-60&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bradisdrab/"&gt;bradisdrab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;halloween was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to realize my dream of dressing up as uhura with a spock in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-27T22:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T05:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T05:50:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i remember a night, years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was it, 3? 4 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was huddled in a small bedroom with padded walls at the cracktory. a raucous party ebbing and flowing and crisping at the edges just beyond the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood was full of bourbon, face painted with those black bars under my eyes like a linebacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the door closed, sheltered from the music and the rolling cacophony of voices and footsteps muddled into near white noise, we laughed till our bodies ached on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation had swerved, and the subject of our dreams, our thoughts, our activities came into being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spilled my fantasies into the air. words about writing, and stories, and pictures, and humor, and lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prattled off about my passion at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said the words, "i would love to make a [blank], even just once. to do something like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my words trailed off as the images burst in my mind, distant and convincingly unattainable. my heart ached for what it believed it could not become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl/woman/person, one who had been paying deep attention as i spoke, so much attention in fact that it was palpable, sat in the corner on the floor. after my words had diffused into the room, and the tension remained in it's place, she focused her eyes directly into mine. as my thoughts still hung on the impossible, she rolled forward, onto her hands and knees, and crawled, never breaking her stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she crawled toward me, and the silence bent and twisted, and lingered forever, and then, just as i was ready to shatter the silence by blurting, "what?" she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"make one." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep and direct and clipped and sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an arrow, she shot the words at me, and they bore their way into my head, right between my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"make one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like these, when i'm thinking my thoughts, the same image comes to mind, just as vividly as it had happened tonight. the confidence, and assertiveness in those words still poke at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"make one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've resisted those words for years out of fear, out of hesitation, out of uncertainty, yet the words implore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"make one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i will not be able to say no. i hope.</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-26T14:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T22:00:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T22:03:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snailbooty/"&gt;snailbooty&lt;/a&gt;, you never cease to &lt;strike&gt;amaze&lt;/strike&gt; horrify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/dali_drama/pic/00001x5q/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/dali_drama/pic/00001x5q/s320x240" width="240" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-25T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T06:17:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T06:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm suddenly reminded that all the trouble you get yourself into, is trouble &lt;i&gt;you've&lt;/i&gt; gotten &lt;i&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt; into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.</content>
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    <title>fever ray covering nick cave and anita lane's "stranger than kindness"</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T02:28:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T02:28:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with the imagery in ALL of fever ray's videos. IN LOVE.</content>
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    <title>wine? yosemite?</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T20:10:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T20:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i know most of you have day jobs, or aren't morning people, but is anyone interested in going on a wine tour through yosemite Wednesday morning?  i'm looking to round up a group to go have a fun day out drinking wine, and omfg, spending TIME together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message or email me for details missmeeks77 @ gmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the price per person is more spendy than i had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be $85 a person... so... yeah. perhaps not...</content>
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    <title>crack me open</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T03:16:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T03:16:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ask me a question, i'll do my best to answer it.</content>
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    <title>Shamika.Lauren</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T03:57:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-15T03:57:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20474150@N00/4013451738/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4013451738_93868e1997_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20474150@N00/4013451738/"&gt;Shamika.Lauren_O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/20474150@N00/"&gt;dalidrama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;came across a newly edited image from the shoot i did with L a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, photoshop.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-13T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T20:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T20:00:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:31&lt;/em&gt; OMW to bro's 40th birthday dinner in oakland. gift of old fashioned shaving kit, and grecian formula wrapped and ready to go. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4822004120"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:10&lt;/em&gt; having dinner with my mother reminds me how i became so neurotic. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4824410163"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:41&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cameo"&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; both. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4826501266"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:38&lt;/em&gt; i feel like going to death guild, but the fact my alarm is set for 4:30am is a strong deterrent. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4827615632"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;07:02&lt;/em&gt; it's so wonderfully dark and rainy out. such awesomely romantic weather. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4836631153"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-12T13:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T20:01:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T20:01:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:15&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/badjew"&gt;badjew&lt;/a&gt; blue. everyone knows muppet blood is blue. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4793919688"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:20&lt;/em&gt; oh, the complexities of the human heart/mind/emotions. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4796375135"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:16&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/samarsf"&gt;samarSF&lt;/a&gt; that sucks so bad :( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4797521374"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:14&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cameo"&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; who the eff is mona corone? could this be the name of my friggin' doppelganger? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4798767130"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:18&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cameo"&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; NM, i looked it up... &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4798857237"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:40&lt;/em&gt; nothing like saying, "i &amp;amp;lt;3 you" to your boyfriend, and he responds by giving you an "aw shucks" punch in the stomach. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4803541264"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>the big 40</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T19:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T19:18:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today my big bro turns 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have dinner reservations at 6pm at francesco's in oakland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the task of finding him a good gift for this big-birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's rather... "metro" in his style of dress, grooming, and lifestyle. hair is always impeccably trimmed and groomed, he plucks gray hairs out of his chin, he's a foodie, and a fanatic for fast cars and motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't a clue what get for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual DVD's just don't seem to cut this time. i'm thinking of a fancy men's grooming kit, some good coffee, and some kind of art to hang on his wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like these, i will think about it till i have a mere 45 minutes to scramble out the door to go shopping, only to hemm and haw over my choices, and wind up getting something that i'll keep saying, "i don't know what i was thinking!" over again and again while my fancy italian dinner gets cold, and i continue to shove wine down my throat while he keeps saying, "no, it's alright, i always wanted a pair of gold-plated toenail clippers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, offer me your suggestions.</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-11T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-11T20:00:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:16&lt;/em&gt; sigil is tonight! see suspension by @samarSF, and MORE! $5 shuttle from civic center bart to the event every 30 min.  www.sigilnight.com &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4772520072"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-10T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-11T00:35:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">sigil is tonight! see suspension by samar (lemme tell you, what she has planned will be extraordinary), and MORE! $5 shuttle from civic center bart to the event every 30 min. to the oakland metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sigilnight.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be there?</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-10T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T20:00:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:29&lt;/em&gt; had a great night with a great lady. good times. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4745206883"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:43&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/casey_cole"&gt;casey_cole&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely loathe it. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4745506309"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:34&lt;/em&gt; seems my boundaries and my restraint continue to be tested &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4749190544"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:10&lt;/em&gt; QOTD: "his shower is built for sex" &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4754655282"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:22&lt;/em&gt; just got really sad when realizing the truth of things.... and all of the scotch is gone. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4754842718"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;08:23&lt;/em&gt; slept in my contacts. woke in a panic. vision is cloudy. like someone sneaked into the house and turned it into a set for a hair metal video &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4763360989"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-08T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-08T20:00:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:10&lt;/em&gt; my comedy is based on life experiences, and observation of the world. since i've been slacking in these two things, my comedy has suffered. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4697183759"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:08&lt;/em&gt; panties. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4701268178"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:36&lt;/em&gt; at my local Irish pub for lunch. unwhittingly hurled into a conversation about golf. i die. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4715028037"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>panties</title>
    <published>2009-10-08T04:17:28Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i just used the word, "panties" in a comment, and was hit with a wave of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, seeing it in print, there is something child-like and comical about the word that made me go, "hm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've used the word "panties" my entire life. it is commonplace in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rummaging about in the dark, "where are my panties??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamming the dresser drawer, "damnit! i need to do laundry, i'm almost out of clean panties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to wonder if my usage of the word, "panties" is odd, or if i'm just thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, dear readers, do you use in reference to your undergarments?</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-07T13:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T20:01:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:32&lt;/em&gt; i'm losing all concept of time. tonight, exhausted from sick and work, rolled over and took a nap. woke up an hour past my bedtime. dilemma. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4674861533"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:59&lt;/em&gt; eventually all this flexibility will bite you in the ass. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4676180938"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-06T21:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T04:51:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just earwormed myself by scrolling down through my journal, and just &lt;i&gt;seeing&lt;/i&gt; the link to that phil collins video caused the dancey little tune to explode in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been stuck in my head since saturday, and i was finally free of it, but noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, "easy lover" will cause my skin to melt off when i hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like having my skin, folks.</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-06T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T20:00:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:26&lt;/em&gt; lunch has been had, relaxed now. ah. all i need now is a hot lady assistant. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4636774365"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:28&lt;/em&gt; ALSO, i am looking for a model available for avant garde fashion shoot this sunday... DM me for info. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4636814480"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:27&lt;/em&gt; rapidly coming to realize the reality that i am not suited to be an employee. now to figure out how to be my own business... &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4640821190"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:45&lt;/em&gt; i operate in specifics. mostly black and white absolutes. i leave very little room for variation. this leads often to frustration for all. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4645648525"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:18&lt;/em&gt; 14 hour day and counting. disgusted with all existence. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4647661145"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:26&lt;/em&gt; right now screaming, a baseball bat and an unbridled rampage through a china shop sound like TLC. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4647816947"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-05T13:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T20:02:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:33&lt;/em&gt; discovered a new absinthe for the collection. 100 proof with wormwood, surprisingly mellow. le tourment verte. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4614619235"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:25&lt;/em&gt; apparently my rangy brooding is highly entertaining to my roommates. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4615718983"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:26&lt;/em&gt; ranty, even. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4615755265"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;06:46&lt;/em&gt; there have been times where i felt amazing working in a makeup project, and times where i quaked with uncertainty. today is in between. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4629295139"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:05&lt;/em&gt; so far, so good... i should have persued wardrobe styling &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4633681812"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>dali_drama @ 2009-10-04T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T20:00:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:44&lt;/em&gt; jojoba oil is miraculous. my skn is happy. I think the bags under my eyes even look better. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4588234291"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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