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God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything
by Christopher Hitchens
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Naked in Public
by Monica
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Pizza from
Northlake Tavern and Pizza House
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A Winter Symphony
by Sarah Brightman
Drinking:
Stella Artois
September 16 2008
This little fell is my new wood-carved friend Marvin. I picked him up in Ballard a few weekends ago while we were out with a few of Janie’s work friends, Lam and Jeannie. Jeannie led us into a shop called Enlighten, which is a store selling handmade products crafted from wood. They had some of the most amazing things in there and I knew I wasn’t going to come out empty handed. Janie forced me to let go of my death grip the $700 hand-carved Buddha and I settled for this little guy. I will go back soon and make some more purchases. You should go, too. We could hang out and shop together. Afterwards we’ll go to Mooberry and get a bowl of pomegranate frozen yogurt and then learn how to whittle our own wood animals.
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ok, i’m coming.
keep an eye out for my helicopter (i always arrive in a helicopter). maybe i could sell that copter and give you part of it so you can buy that hand carved buddha.
Man, I’ve always wanted to learn how to whittle! I’m there if you can put me up overnight ’cause it’s kind of a long trip. (Is the shirt off thing a house rule or just a Janie thing?)
Shirts off is just for Janie. You can keep yours on.
That is so not fair.
Janie really, you don’t want to see us ALL without shirts on. Then how would the newbies know which one you were? Throw Linsey a bone and wear your shirt - but get your pits wet, ifyaknowwhatImean. ;)
Good lord, Carrie, nobody knows what you mean. You’re crazy! NOBODY LISTEN TO THAT ONE.
I don’t know what E’s mom means either. I stared at that for a good 10 seconds before giving up and moving on to NOBODY LISTEN TO THAT ONE.
Perhaps it’s just as well though, as “pits” is one of those words I irrationally dislike. No particular reason (hence, the irrationality), just don’t like the way it sounds. So no explanation requested, especially if it involves several iterations of that word.
I’d totally go eat some Mooberry with you sometime, though. Lizzielou and I were just talking about something like that recently, how frozen yogurt stores used to be enormously popular somewhere in the neighborhood of a decade ago (anyone remember TCBY? Anyone?) and then somehow POOF! they all seemed to disappear overnight. No idea why. Did TCBY offend a senate subcommittee? Was frogurt voted off the nation?
Maybe it’s making a sly little comeback.
Hey! Janie and Linsey knows what it means, and that’s what matters to me. Let’s just say - replace pits with a word that rhymes and would make Linsey equally happy to see in exchange for that whole shirt thing.
Okay, maybe you had to be there…
Ah, camping. Ain’t it grand?