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Monday, September 29, 2003
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I don't think I can fully describe how beautiful this picture is to me.
I have sat through years and years of miserable Kansas football. With my father beside me, we watched as we got clobbered by Nebraska, embarrassed by Oklahoma and turned into K-State’s bitch every year. Adding insult to this injury was the fact that often we were one of a very few crazy enough to brave the frigidly cold Midwestern winter- watching an unbearable game in unbearable cold. So, as I watched my much-maligned Jayhawks beat the CRAP out of Mizzou (those bastards), in front of a SOLD OUT crowd, from the comfort of my California home on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, I would be lying if I said I didn't get a little misty-eyed.
Words may not be able to describe the joy, but these pictures, courtesy of the Lawrence Journal-World, sure do help.
I'm not even ready to talk basketball yet. That's got to mean something.
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Friday, September 26, 2003
The truth comes out...
I am Cletus the slack-jawed yokel!
A hillbilly, straight up. You probably live in the hills or something, spending your days chasing pigs with your seventeen children who have 23 teeth between them.
Which Simpsons Character are YOU?
I totally cheated and had to do this like five times to get Cletus, but I think it's worth it.
Don't you?
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Thursday, September 25, 2003
Naughty
To hell with it- I just had a doughnut. Mmmmm, doughnut.
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Thursday, September 18, 2003
Some thoughts on Dental Hygiene
No more sugar in my coffee.
No more Cokes in the morning.
No more eating of the Starbursts and Smarties (god help me those things are PURE sugar) that my cube neighbor puts out to tempt me.
More flossing.
More brushing.
More Listerine.
Possibly some investment in the Sonicare toothbrushing system.
This is what happens when you wait two and half years to see a dentist: Eight cavities. EIGHT.
On the upside, perhaps the amounts of novocaine they shoot into my gums will allow my creativity to return. It's something to hope for, anyway.
Eight... ick.
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