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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 04:44:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>MIA</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i haven&apos;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&apos;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&apos;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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4104789574_564106f022.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got around to heading over to &lt;a href=&quot;http://hmsbeekeeper.com&quot;&gt;her majesty&apos;s secret beekeeper&lt;/a&gt; to visit &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_cameo&apos; lj:user=&apos;cameo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cameo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cameo.livejournal.com/&apos;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/4104820992_aaf9a818ff.jpg&quot;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4104832420_a3026466bd.jpg&quot;&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&apos;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&apos;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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4104073003_9bc6a64fdb.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went to the DNA and saw psyclon 9. i&apos;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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4104843202_79c670696c.jpg&quot;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4104087099_b913061749.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled across a set for &quot;trauma&quot; a show destined for cancellation. samar wasn&apos;t sure it wasn&apos;t an actual accident, but my keen eye summed&lt;br /&gt;it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/4104861150_d4cfa0ce7e.jpg&quot;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4104882224_bf56cfa335.jpg&quot;&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&apos;t ask for more money for all i had to do. i&apos;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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4104884640_bc8bae3dc3.jpg&quot;&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=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_latemodel&apos; lj:user=&apos;latemodel&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://latemodel.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://latemodel.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;latemodel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4104902228_0c8754de7d.jpg&quot;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4104905596_08167953dc.jpg&quot;&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&apos;ve done ever ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4104141667_d889574dca.jpg&quot;&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&apos;s hand painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/4104922714_664bc7769f.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight for dessert i tried the recipe from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mooflyfood.com&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&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=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/4104185165_43baee4aed.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that&apos;s a quick and dirty summary through notes and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond that, i&apos;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&apos;s stupidity, and occasional awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started writing again, chipping away on something that isn&apos;t quite a screenplay, and isn&apos;t quite a novel. i&apos;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&apos;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&apos;ll end this with the intention to maintain more writings, more observations, and more sharing. ok? ok.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:53:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>and so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more loss to add to my list of massive failures.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:28:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>when you&apos;re feeling horrible, what cheers you up?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Uploaded - 11\2\09-60</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradisdrab/4069893579/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4069893579_57bd23de10_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradisdrab/4069893579/&quot;&gt;Uploaded - 11\2\09-60&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/bradisdrab/&quot;&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=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:50:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>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, &quot;i would love to make a [blank], even just once. to do something like that...&quot;&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&apos;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, &quot;what?&quot; she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;make one.&quot; 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;&quot;make one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like these, when i&apos;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;&quot;make one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;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;&quot;make one.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i will not be able to say no. i hope.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 22:00:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>oh, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/snailbooty/&quot;&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=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/dali_drama/pic/00001x5q/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/dali_drama/pic/00001x5q/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:17:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m suddenly reminded that all the trouble you get yourself into, is trouble &lt;i&gt;you&apos;ve&lt;/i&gt; gotten &lt;i&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt; into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:28:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fever ray covering nick cave and anita lane&apos;s &quot;stranger than kindness&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;14&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m in love with the imagery in ALL of fever ray&apos;s videos. IN LOVE.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:10:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wine? yosemite?</title>
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  <description>i know most of you have day jobs, or aren&apos;t morning people, but is anyone interested in going on a wine tour through yosemite Wednesday morning?  i&apos;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&apos;ll be $85 a person... so... yeah. perhaps not...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:16:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>crack me open</title>
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  <description>ask me a question, i&apos;ll do my best to answer it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 03:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shamika.Lauren</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/20474150@N00/4013451738/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4013451738_93868e1997_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/20474150@N00/4013451738/&quot;&gt;Shamika.Lauren_O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/20474150@N00/&quot;&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=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:00:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:31&lt;/em&gt; OMW to bro&apos;s 40th birthday dinner in oakland. gift of old fashioned shaving kit, and grecian formula wrapped and ready to go. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4822004120&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4824410163&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:41&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/cameo&quot;&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; both. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4826501266&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4827615632&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;07:02&lt;/em&gt; it&apos;s so wonderfully dark and rainy out. such awesomely romantic weather. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4836631153&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:15&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/badjew&quot;&gt;badjew&lt;/a&gt; blue. everyone knows muppet blood is blue. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4793919688&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4796375135&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:16&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/samarsf&quot;&gt;samarSF&lt;/a&gt; that sucks so bad :( &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4797521374&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:14&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/cameo&quot;&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; who the eff is mona corone? could this be the name of my friggin&apos; doppelganger? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4798767130&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:18&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/cameo&quot;&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; NM, i looked it up... &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4798857237&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:40&lt;/em&gt; nothing like saying, &quot;i &amp;amp;lt;3 you&quot; to your boyfriend, and he responds by giving you an &quot;aw shucks&quot; punch in the stomach. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4803541264&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 19:16:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the big 40</title>
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  <description>today my big bro turns 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have dinner reservations at 6pm at francesco&apos;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&apos;s rather... &quot;metro&quot; in his style of dress, grooming, and lifestyle. hair is always impeccably trimmed and groomed, he plucks gray hairs out of his chin, he&apos;s a foodie, and a fanatic for fast cars and motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven&apos;t a clue what get for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual DVD&apos;s just don&apos;t seem to cut this time. i&apos;m thinking of a fancy men&apos;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&apos;ll keep saying, &quot;i don&apos;t know what i was thinking!&quot; over again and again while my fancy italian dinner gets cold, and i continue to shove wine down my throat while he keeps saying, &quot;no, it&apos;s alright, i always wanted a pair of gold-plated toenail clippers.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, offer me your suggestions.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:00:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4772520072&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:35:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>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?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 20:00:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4745206883&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:43&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/casey_cole&quot;&gt;casey_cole&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely loathe it. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4745506309&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4749190544&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:10&lt;/em&gt; QOTD: &quot;his shower is built for sex&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4754655282&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4754842718&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4763360989&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 20:00:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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&apos;ve been slacking in these two things, my comedy has suffered. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4697183759&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:08&lt;/em&gt; panties. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4701268178&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4715028037&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 04:17:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>panties</title>
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  <description>i just used the word, &quot;panties&quot; 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, &quot;hm&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve used the word &quot;panties&quot; my entire life. it is commonplace in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rummaging about in the dark, &quot;where are my panties??&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamming the dresser drawer, &quot;damnit! i need to do laundry, i&apos;m almost out of clean panties!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m beginning to wonder if my usage of the word, &quot;panties&quot; is odd, or if i&apos;m just thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, dear readers, do you use in reference to your undergarments?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:01:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:32&lt;/em&gt; i&apos;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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4674861533&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4676180938&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 04:51:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>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, &quot;easy lover&quot; will cause my skin to melt off when i hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like having my skin, folks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:00:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4636774365&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4636814480&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4640821190&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4645648525&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4647661145&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4647816947&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:02:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4614619235&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4615718983&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:26&lt;/em&gt; ranty, even. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4615755265&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4629295139&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4633681812&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:00:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&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=&quot;http://twitter.com/meeks/statuses/4588234291&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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