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I made Glenn Close a latte this morning. She lives in Maine, doncha know?And no one recognised her, not even my co-workers, which is really the way it should be. Let the celebrities enjoy their lattes in peace.

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For those of you who don't know, I live above a restaurant. Even in winter, there are conversations that float up from the sidewalk. Mind you, it's not winter now, but the three sidewalk tables have gone into hibernation already, for the chill of New England autumn is upon us.Just now, I overheard this snippet of conversations while lying in bed reading.'Okay, I hate touching people but I'm going

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...a husband, a Volvo, a dog, and a nice townhouse. Stereotype much? Oh, and my own café/patisserie would be nice too. I'm going to call it Café & Cocoa. I should probably start working on my baking skills....

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So, I guess I haven't been quite as good about keeping this thing updated as I set out to be, have I?Oh well. It'll come as it comes, I guess, and you all will just have to accept that.It's only been about a week since I last posted...not THAT long ago.This past weekend, I was down in Massachusetts for Fair Weekend in the town where my grandparents live. It's always a bit of a mini family reunion

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I exist only to save my roommate and her brother from having their cars towed on Monday mornings from around our apartment.

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I was just waiting by the front window, scanning the street for my father and step-mother's car (they're up for the weekend) and it occurred to me how much of my life has been spent waiting by a window, watching for my father. He's perpetually late. I would see him at least every other Sunday growing up and would start watching at the window at least half an hour before I knew he'd show up,

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I'm busy baking a pie. Just sayin'.

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Awfully dust round here, isn't it?Well, I'm once again going to write a post about how terrible I've been about keeping on top of posting to this sad, little blog of mine. Except that this time I have a plan.I've been doing a fair bit of thinking recently since my birthday at the end of June. The big quarter century and all.The one thing that I've really come to the realisation about is that I am

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Portland, ME, 2,540 miles Originally uploaded by unspeakable_grooviness Well, I think it's safe to say that I'm living in the wrong Portland.I'm sitting in a café on my last morning in Portland, OR, before heading out this afternoon to Denver for a wedding this weekend. I've been here since late Saturday night—effectively Sunday morning and, well, it's been quite wonderful. The city motto

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So, I clearly haven't been very good at keeping this thing updated. Nor have I been very good at keeping up with other people's blogs. Life happens. What can I say?Less so life and more so work, unfortunately. But, that's what happens. Work is going well, though and I'm going on vacation at the end of next week. I feel a little not ready for it, actually. There's a lot of stuff going on with work

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Not the best photo, but you get the idea. For some reason, the whole right side of the photo gets cut off, so click on it to see the whole thing.

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Something I've missed since being in Portland and living on fairly quiet streets...

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It's very odd to wake up in a room with sliding French doors having slept on my mattress on the floor and surrounded on one side by my desk and bed headboard and on the other side by a bureau. And then piles of boxes and drawers and books strewn most everywhere else in this room and around the apartment.Strange but not necessarily a bad thing.I slowly migrated things to the new place over the

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Damn you, my Canadian friends! Damn you! I would kill for a four-day weekend right now. Even a three-day one would be fabulous!It's 6.08 and I'm off to work. I hope you're all enjoying the day off. *glare*

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- Put your music player on shuffle.- Press forward for each question.- Use the song title as the answer to the question even if they don’t make sense.How am I feeling today? 'My Best Friend' - Tim McGrawWill I get far in life? 'Train in Vain (Stand by Me)' - The ClashHow do my friends see me? 'Greensleeves' - Vince Guaraldi Trio (from the Charlie Brown Christmas album)Where will I get married? '

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After, 'God, why is it already 5.30?!' my next thought was...'Ahh! Why do I have Wilson Phillips stuck in my head?!'Actually, I can figure out why since it's their phenomenal song 'Release Me'.Whatever happened to Wilson Phillips anyway?Wait. Don't answer that. I don't really want to know.

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Don't ever date a psych student or someone who has a degree in psychology. Ever again.I'm 0 for 2 on that particular approach to dating.They will be able to tell you all of your problems, completely deny or refuse to talk about theirs and, after the break up, so much of what they say will sound so good in the moment. But then you'll actually think about what they've said and realise that they've

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I need to get the hell out of Dodge. And fast.I'm so done with Maine. And have been for a while but I really mean it this time.

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Went on a little weekend trip to see the folks in Western Mass. Spent the day yesterday in Northampton bumming around the coffee shops and bookstores. Stopped at the NH Liquor store on my way back tonight and bought my first bottle of Glenlivet 15. Yum. I've had it before but this is the first full bottle I've purchased. I should stop spoiling myself and save money....I'm alive though I've not

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Smooshi smitten with trainerSmooshi and Phil's Myspace

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There's something magical about vegetable soup, salad, and running around in a blizzard drinking champagne with friends and dogs.Especially if it's on Valentine's Day.

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There's something not quite right about it being as dark when you're leaving work as it was when you started work...

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http://www.robertsblake.comHe played Portland last night. It was great. Except for the random hipster/punk kids who insisted on dancing around to music that doesn't exactly lend itself to dancing around.Particularly in a rather small, intimate bar.I saw him play his first show in Portland last year. April, I think. He's a great bluesy/folksy guitar guy. Mostly, his show is him with his guitar.

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I just figured out that when I post a link with this new layout using the Link box in the post form on Blogger, the title of the post becomes the link.Because that's an obvious place to put the link.Um. Yeah.I'll try to remember to put links in the body of the post from now on...I need to go make some curry now.

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For the moment, I'm using one of Blogger's new drag-and-drop templates. I haven't quite figured out how to get the old haloscan comments working. Though I honestly can't remember why I started using the haloscan comments to begin with, other than the fact that it let people choose little avatars. And, besides, I'm so inconsistent with posting that almost no one ever comments anymore anyway. So

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Watch your heads...Hold on to your hats...Etc...

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Yay. My taxes are done. And though the magic of direct deposit and electronic filing, I'll have a whole bunch of refund money soon. Whatever shall I do with it? Probably I should save it. At least some of it. Or put it towards paying off my new computer. Yeah. But I also kind of want to take a weekend trip somewhere. Hmm. But I'm also going on a week-long trip somewhere in June. Decisions,

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CANCER (June 21 – July 22): It's Be Your Own Muse Week, Cancerian. How should you observe this festival? Here's one suggestion. First, visualize in detail your dream lover . . . your ideal soul mate . . . the embodiment of everything you find attractive. Second, imagine that, though this person feels the same way about you, there is a very good reason why the two of you can't make love or be

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Yeah. Me too.Longest couple of weeks ever at work. Hopefully things will start to get better sooner.And, there's finally a light at the end of the tunnel of my crazy opening shifts. Yay!

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I just booked my flights for a field trip out west in June. Portland, Oregon, for four days and then Denver for three for a wedding.I made sure that I have a stop-over in Chicago just so that I can be on the ground in all four time zones over the course of the trip, since I've never left the eastern one.I'm excited about this, needless to say, but also a little anxious, too. I'm ever so cautious

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Papa wants an iPhone.

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Arrival. Suburbia. My childhood home.I've been here barely an hour and I've already been told that I'm not eating enough, that my shirt is too tight on me and that I'm a fool for having the job I have.Ah. I love my family.

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I don't travel well, particularly when it involves family. I get myself way more stressed out than I need to be.I rented my car yesterday for the holiday weekend--it was rather less expensive than I expected it would be and it will be nice to be able not to worry about other people having to shuttle my sorry ass around all weekend.I'm working today in an hour, until 4, which is not going to be

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...work, work, date, work, date, work, work, work.Not sure yet. Nice enough guy and all, but, I dunno. Do I hesitate because of him or do I hesitate because of me?...not that I have any issues or hang-ups or anything like that. Pfft. Of course not...

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You all need to download the iTunes Music Store's free single this week, James Taylor's new version of 'Jingle Bells'.Just for the horror of it.

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There's something sad and ironic when one is his own top match when searching a personals site.Just saying. I mean, if that should ever happen, it would be sad and ironic. Not to say that this has happened to me. Yeah. That's why I used the third person above.

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I need to rework this layout, methinks. Update my links. As Kit-Cat has noted, the Dancing Banana disappeared a long time ago. Alas. Blogger has recently updated itself and added some new tools and such. I need to update my template to be inline with their changes but they've warned me that I will lose many of the changes that I may have made to this template in the update process. I don't think

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As it is, I hate the holidays. Mostly for the stupid family stress (everyone has to get along, dammit) and, of course, the crass consumerism. Even before I started going to church again, the consumerism of the holiday and the complete divorce of the original meaning of Christmas from the non-stop sale that has become 'The Holiday Season' really bothered me. I grew up in a house that measured the

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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vitami rirovai per una selva oscura,ché la diritta via era smarrita.Mentre ch'i' rovinava in basso loco,dinanzi a li occhi mi si fu offertochi per lungo silenzio parea fioco.Quando vidi costui nel gran diserto,'Miesere di me,' gridai a lui,'qual che tu sii, od ombra omo certo!'I got my new MacBook today. As I mentioned in a previous posting, when Squirt died, he

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According to my horoscope, it was a five star day and I was supposed to gain a progressively better mood.So much for that.The two hour walk in the rain didn't really help things, either. Sometimes they do. But this time it didn't.

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...I made perhaps the best tomato sauce I've ever made. Garlic, some more garlic, and then a bit more garlic. Some purple onion. Some white mushrooms. Sauteed in butter. Throw in some dry red wine and some saffron and cook it down until its almost gone. Then toss in the tomatoes and let it simmer for a while.It was amazing.But then I realised that I had no pasta. None.And that's pretty much a

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So, my computer died a week ago. I'm typing this on a borrowed laptop that my friend almost never uses. Bless her. We need to work out the details of this custody thing (alternate weekends or something) but she's perfectly fine with my using this for as long as I need to until I figure out how to get myself a new computer of my own.At least I'm not under deadline for anything...like when my

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I made ravioli stuffed with squash, parsnip, potato, cheese and some spices. Now I'm doing laundry and watching 35 Up. And I have 42 Up if I'm feeling ambitious later.Way. Too. Much. Excitement.

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'This American Life', one of my favourite NPR shows is now available as a podcast. It's on usually when I'm at work on Sundays. Now I can listen to it at my leisure. Give it a looksee. It's fabulous.

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I've just finished reading The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan. When I started reading it a few weeks ago, I decided after only about 30 pages that it should be required reading for everyone in the country. Probably everyone who partakes of an industrialised food chain every day (which would include a lot of people).The most basic, guiding question that Pollan takes for the book is 'What

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The Scissor Sisters are playing Sunday in Boston. Tickets are only $25.This shouldn't even be a dilemma, right?

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...well, not really. Yes, I've not updated in over a week but I've been busy. I seriously thought about writing a post on the train back last weekend but was more content to allow my thoughts to free range through my mind rather than to commit them to either paper or screen.And I'm not really going to say much about last weekend right now other than hanging out with my cousins was a lot of fun

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The scene: the house I grew up in.The plot: I'm trying to leave, but there's a hit-man outside trying to kill me. My mother is there, very blasé about the whole thing. Somehow, it makes sense for me to make a run for the car (which is actually my father's truck) and try to get away. I woke up just as I was trying to make a run for the truck.It had a very Godfather feel to it.Anxiety about seeing

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Often, as of late, when I'm walking home I think of great blog topics. Things I really ought to sit down and write on if not here at least in my personal journal.And then I don't.Because I get home and sit down and am just utterly exhausted. Work has been crazy busy lately. We've had a definite upswing in business since the beginning of September and it's not just that students are back in town.

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I'm an uncle! (sort of)My roommates back in Montreal had their baby! Yay! She's happy and healthy and as yet without a first name. Her middle name will be Alessina, thus satisfying the Italian side of the family. There's still the Irish side to satisfy. So, if anyone can think of some really rockin' Irish girls names, post them in the comments and I'll send them along. They have to be rockin',

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For the record, not only was the film fabulous and definitely worth seeing, it's perhaps the gayest thing I've ever seen. Gayer even than gay porn.

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According to Google Earth, I biked 13 miles on Sunday. And I didn't die. And I didn't even hurt that much from doing it.Go me!Yeah, there's probably a bunch of other stuff I should update about right now, but I'm not going to. I'll just leave you all in suspense. I've got shit to do. Like go watch 'Les Parapluies de Cherbourg' which was due back yesterday. And drink coffee. And eat breakfast. And

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The yacht search on Friday was fun. Except for the whole getting up at 4 in the morning thing. My friend was a bit excited about getting up to where we were headed to find the yacht. I had suggested leaving at a more godly hour, like 8 or 9. Even 7 would have been okay. I managed the 5, but barely.So, we left Portland at 5, me half asleep, he giddy with excitement (and only two hours of sleep)

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I just agreed to leave in four and a half hours to drive up the coast to look for a yacht with some New Zealanders on board.What was I thinking?Never let me say my life is boring.

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No customers had complained or returned a doctored version, [a spokesman for HMV] said.Self-described guerilla artist Banksy has replaced approximately 500 copies of Paris Hilton's debut album in stores across the UK with an album of his own with remixes with titles such as 'Why Am I Famous?', 'What Have I Done?' and 'What Am I For?'

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I've been in this apartment almost a year. The last apartment I was in long-term was for three years, and even there I still had stuff in boxes the day I moved out.One of my major problems with all the stuff I have--and I do my best to cull my pack rat tendencies--is that I don't have drawers or shelves to put it on. I haven't had a proper desk since 2001 when I moved out of rez. Until now.A

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My McGill alumni email has a built-in spam filter and every couple of days I get an email of messages that it has quarantined as possible spam so I can make sure that nothing important has been flagged.My mail program just flagged the quarantine message as potential spam.

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Ta-da!I made a heart for a Japanese student yesterday and she giggled and said, 'Ooh! Pretty!'

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They're playing the most obnoxious music at the café that I'm at right now that may or may not be Bjork.Just thought I'd share.Thank god for headphones and iTunes. Otherwise I'd have slit my wrists open twenty minutes ago.I had a pretty good day in the office today. I did my usual Monday paperwork and then rewrote half of the espresso training manual. Also got to have a brief though informative

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I woke up this morning with Frank Sinatra's 'Almost Like Being In Love' stuck in my head. God only knows why. Trust me, I have no reason for it to be there.I get to sit at a table this morning and hand out free travel mugs and coffee (as well as employment applications...hehe) to incoming art school students. I'm sure it'll be amusing if anything. I'm crossing my fingers for a hot grad student or

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Yes, I'm still alive.Yes, I've been slacking on updating the blog recently.I haven't had much to say.Things aren't really new or exciting here in old, boring Portland.Well, I guess that's not totally right. New, maybe not exciting.I'm mixing up my schedule a bit starting next month: 3 days in the office, 2 days in the shop. I've recently had a love/hate thing going on with being in the shop, so

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I forgot the wildlife...

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Maine!+Mini vans!=Too much for this blogger to handle!

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I've come to the conclusion that your mid-twenties are a lot like your teenager years. Only worse.There's a lot of the same trying to figure things out, who you are, where you're headed. Except that you don't have someone cooking your meals, doing your laundry or keeping a roof over your head.Just a thought.

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It's been one of those weeks at work in general, not to mention the heat and our A/C dying a slow death as well as our ice machine. The A/C is fixed. The ice machine isn't.I'm working tonight to make up for the fact that I'm not working Sunday since I'll be away for the wedding.This shouldn't be too much of a problem except that it means that I have a million things to do, all this morning,

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I just made a hotel reservation for a friend from high school's wedding that I'm in next weekend.Does this mean I'm a grown-up now?Kind of scary, isn't it?

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I missed the official two year anniversary of this blog, which I first posted to on the 17th of July 2004. We'll just go for the month. Yay. mmm...gooey is two!This past week was also my one year anniversary of working at the café. Woohoo!

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Is anyone surprised by this? It somehow seems spot on... The Whats In Your Kitchen Personality Test You are a scoop of coffee with a crayon it in. You're naturally perky, and you tend to get distracted. You're entertained by simple things. You can't focus. You're rather carefree. You're annoying to some, and loved to death by others. You're a socialite. What can we say?Take this

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After a fairly uncomfortable month, following the attempt at going to the movies and a series of long emails back and forth, the ex and I finally sat down yesterday to try to clear the air of some of the issues that are still preventing us from moving forward with being friends. They were mostly issues on my part although he did open up somewhat as well which was nice. It was quite a long talk

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I created a user name on Coffee Geek this morning so I can post to the forums.Anyone want to donate the $45 so I can join the Barista Guild of America?Yep. I'm a total dork.I know it and embrace it and love it.I'm trying to make peace with the fact that I'll likely be here for another good bit--at least into spring. I had a good day of it yesterday. Today I'm feeling a bit ambivalent.And I'm

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Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky And it comes to you how it all slips away Youth and beauty are gone one day No matter what you dream or feel or say It ends in dust and disarray Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass Waves rolling in with the tide Dreams die hard and we watch them erode But we cannot be denied The fire inside

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My horoscope today told me to make it okay to worry about myself.Thanks, Jacqueline Bigar. I'm glad I now have your approval for something I've been doing on a daily basis for as long as I can remember.Things here are okay. Trying to sort through emotional stuff, mostly with the ex but some with the City and State as well. I was about ready to get the point of just starting to hate the ex. Then

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I've been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks now and just finally remembered. I took this picture at TJ Maxx a couple of weekends ago. They have EVERYTHING there!

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This one involving a terrible, terrible espresso. Chock full of grinds. Entirely the wrong colour. But served somewhere that serves OUR coffee (my company has a decently large wholesale distribution).I argued with the guy who made it for me--I won't even call him a barista--and in the end just walked out without having paid for it.The dream also involved an ex (not the most recent, but one from

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Canadian Taxes.It only took me 3 or so hours.For a while, I thought I was somehow getting over two grand back from the Québec government. Which would have been interesting, given that I only had just under $90 deducted from my paycheques in the five months I worked in Québec last year.Now I'm taking a mental break and am going to try to work out a budget to see how much, realistically, I can

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I'm glad you came over even though I know you won't stay for the nightI'll make some tea and put on a record I think you'll likeMaybe it'll be nice and easy just to talk for a whileMaybe I won't get upset and maybe you'll smileOh and it's been such a long time since you smiledThe last time I remember was when we were in loveBack before you fell out of it and started doing anything butOh I'm glad

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CANCER (June 21 - July 22):This will be an excellent time—maybe one of the best weeks ever—to try herding cats, coaxing hermits to do karaoke, and getting anorexics to eat veggie burgers with all the fixings. In other words, Cancerian, the once inconceivable may become likely. The adventures you swore you would never have the courage to attempt are suddenly within your capacity. You can at least

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I found out today that one of my regulars grew up one town over from the town I grew up in.And his aunt was my high school geometry teacher.I need to get out of New England.

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As promised, I've found the time to sit down this morning and work on another post about the thought processes that have been percolating in my mind recently.The past couple of months at work have been, well, stressful, to say the least. We have two shops in town, one of which is going through a huge staffing turn-over. I started doing a couple of shifts a week there to help out with the

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For the second time this morning, someone's alarm clock is going off. Thanks to it being summertime and everyone's windows open, I—and the rest of the neighbourhood—have been treated to the delightful sound. It being a holiday weekend, the owners of these two alarms are likely off somewhere exotic. Like Calais. (I'm thinking Maine. Look it up. I'm being facetious.)It's not such a big deal, as I

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...I just need to stop listening to so much of The Cure. And Robert Blake's 'A Crowd of Drunken Lovers' album. And Emilia Dahlin's song 'Home to Grey'.Oh, and if I could stop pining for the ex, that would be fantastic too.

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Why do I always get overly introspective and sometimes a touch too depressed around the end of June?

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'avoir autre chats à fouetter' - 'to have other cats to whip'The french equivalent of 'to have other fish to fry'.This is right up there with what used to be my favourite french expression--'On n'a jamais gardé des vaches ensembles' - 'We never kept cows together.' i.e., It's none of your business.Just thought I'd share.

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I bought myself a stove-top espresso maker about a month ago and have been loving it. Still trying to get the hang of it, especially because it includes an insert so you can make only 3 cups instead of 6 cups--but there's not mark on the water reservoir to tell you quite where half is. And it's very subjective anyway.Today, I made the perfect cup.Generally, I mix it with some warm milk for a sort

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I'm not one who often remembers his dreams. Even when I do remember them, they don't always tend to be so exciting.I woke up this morning and remember TWO of my dreams last night. I'm only going to write about one of them here, though, because it's the far more exciting one and it had a repeat element from a dream I had a month or two ago--I think it might have been around Easter when I had this

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I'm totally broke. I just looked at my bills and whatnot for the rest of the month. Basically, I can't buy food. Which I might manage to squeak through, actually. I'll have to get creative, perhaps, but I'll figure it out.Thank god for no-cover dancing nights.

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I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you

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I love drunken ex's at pride. Or not. Sigh.

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The parade was, assuming it started exactly at noon, 22 minutes long. No wonder I missed it last year.The festival was okay but I ended up not there with anyone and so didn't stay for very long after running into enough people that I wanted to see. So I came home with plans to fall asleep during the soccer match.Except that the soccer match turned out to be really quite exciting. So I napped

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Tomorrow's schedule:Noon. Parade followed by the festival thingy.2.30. Meet up with co-worker to watch the US get slaughtered by Italy in World Cup game.Rest of the afternoon. Unplanned.Early evening. Unplanned but will likely involve checking out the block party, popping into various and sundry providers of fine alcoholic beverages to say hello and happy pride to my favourite bartenders and

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Devastated By U.S. World Cup Team's First-Round Loss, Nation Grinds To Halt

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No, I didn't mistype that title.A friend left me a voice mail on Thursday morning asking what I was up to on Saturday, as she had a 'fun field trip' planned and thought I might like to tag along. Over the course of some phone tag, all I was able to learn was that the field trip would involved livestock.Naturally, that got my attention.We finally were able to get one another on the phone on Friday

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I've been here a year.Rather mixed feelings about this.It's been a very long year that went by oh so quickly.I both dated the most older and the most younger guys I've ever dated.I fell more in love than I've ever fallen in my life.I think I managed to drink, last summer alone, more than I ever drank in my five years of university. That's probably note quite true, but it certainly seemed it.

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I'm not quite ready for it to be June. For a couple of reasons.Monday, the 5th, will mark one year that I've been in Portland. It's been quite a year. I have rather mixed feelings about the fact that I've been here a year. I don't regret having moved here, but it's not exactly been amazingly wonderful. Not that I quite expected that it would be. I mostly knew what I was getting myself into.

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Funny enough, Cat, you actually were close on why I'm predicting this to be a good summer.Ahem...Love, exciting and new Come Aboard. We're expecting you. Love, life's sweetest reward. Let it flow, it floats back to you. Love Boat soon will be making another run The Love Boat promises something for everyone Set a course for adventure, Your mind on a new romance. Love won't hurt anymore It's an

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...this will be a good summer. Oh, yes, I predict it shall be.Ask me why later. :-)

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As we edge closer to the beginning of summer--Memorial Day is this weekend after all--I would like to make a declaration.I declare that this summer shall be...The Summer of the Champagne CocktailThat is all. Please return to your lives.

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...we are out to convert the kids. At least, the folks at the company that makes super soakers seem to be...

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'There's always some new bloke, some better bloke, just waiting round the corner. That's why you keep going out.'For some reason, I woke up this morning with this line form the British version of Queer As Folk in my head. Not really sure why. Well, I am, I think, but what's more important is how much of a lie it is.Especially in this town.

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