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Happy Mother's Day!
May. 9th, 2004 12:11 pmOn Friday night, I went to see Four Bitchin' Babes with a couple of very good friends. The show was awesome! We were joking that we needed to get in touch with our inner middle aged women...especially since we were younger than the average attendee age by about 20 years. The women in the show sang several songs about relationships with their mothers and their children. It was a little unfair, especialy the one that actually made me cry. I was very close to getting out my phone and calling my mom, is how moved I was by the lyrics. So now I have to buy about 8 CD's of the group and individual records to get all the songs that I want. Darn.
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My smoke detector seems to be possessed. I've known for a while that it thinks that steam from my bathroom is dangerous smoke. It's annoying, but I'm able to put up with it. Now, however, it's beeping for no real reason. There's no steam left, but it's still panicking. WTF, mate? Perhaps a new battery will remedy the problem...
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So, out of curiosity, why does it seem like I've misplaced my instruction book for living? There are times when I feel like I'm on stage, it's Act Three and time for my big musical number, but I don't know my lines or even the difference between the other actors and the audience. Am I the only one who feels this way? Sometimes I know where I am and what I'm doing, but those times are few and far between. Why does it seem like I missed an essential briefing?
Ok, I'm done complaining. No, I'm not sad or upset. I'm just a bit confused in contemplating the roles that I play across the different venues of my life. Bah! No more seriousness. Is time for webcomic goodness!!
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My smoke detector seems to be possessed. I've known for a while that it thinks that steam from my bathroom is dangerous smoke. It's annoying, but I'm able to put up with it. Now, however, it's beeping for no real reason. There's no steam left, but it's still panicking. WTF, mate? Perhaps a new battery will remedy the problem...
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So, out of curiosity, why does it seem like I've misplaced my instruction book for living? There are times when I feel like I'm on stage, it's Act Three and time for my big musical number, but I don't know my lines or even the difference between the other actors and the audience. Am I the only one who feels this way? Sometimes I know where I am and what I'm doing, but those times are few and far between. Why does it seem like I missed an essential briefing?
Ok, I'm done complaining. No, I'm not sad or upset. I'm just a bit confused in contemplating the roles that I play across the different venues of my life. Bah! No more seriousness. Is time for webcomic goodness!!
