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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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Red roses are decorating my home.
I'd be inclined to write a silly poem or story about them...but, alas, I have to get up at 5:30 AM to be in Herndon, VA by 8 for breakfast with the boss.
I saw I Heart Huckabees tonight at the Charles. I liked it. I have that feeling that I think too much...and to me that's what it was all about. Fortunately I've never been that consumed! I read lots of horrible reviews and I'm glad that I disagree. I thought it was funny and a bit introspective...but not too serious, really. Attractive cast too. :)
10:53:38 PM 
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RSchwochBTI (1:45:39 PM): that made my afternoon
MPreisingerBTI (1:46:22 PM): What if I had came in all pissed off saying "WHO THE *(@# TOOK A BITE OF MY PIZZA!!?"
RSchwochBTI (1:46:28 PM): i still would've giggled.
RSchwochBTI (1:46:40 PM): 'cause i knew i didn't take a real bite and that you love me.
MPreisingerBTI (1:47:06 PM): Yeah, you're right.
2:16:27 PM
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It's the small things that make work bearable.
Like taking a bit of someone's pizza that's in the toaster oven...and then leaving it cooking for them to find.
I used a fork, but it totally looks like I just took a big bite.
I'm dying to hear the "WTF!" reaction.
1:41:00 PM
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I haven't heard this Jewel song in over 6 months, but the lyrics are stuck in my head today:
Please don't say I love you,
Those words touch me much too deeply.
They make my core tremble.
Don't think you realize the effect you have over me.
And please don't look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
And please don't kiss me so sweet.
It makes me want to crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please touch me like that.
Makes every other embrace seem pale or shallow.
And please don't come so close.
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don't bring me flowers,
They only whisper the sweet things you say.
And don't try to understand me,
Your hands already know too much anyways.
Makes me want to make you near me always.
And when you look in my eyes,
Please know my heart is in your hands.
It's nothing that I understand,
But in your arms you have complete power over me.
So be gently if you please.
'Cause your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in you teeth babe,
And it makes me want to make you near me always,
(some repeating, blah, blah, blah)
9:34:27 AM
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"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
-Macbeth
Good morning.
8:36:56 AM
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