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I was me, but now he's BLORG
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I was me, but now he's BLORG. Yes, I do understand that there is no R in Blog. However, due to social and cultural conditions of the webspace in which you have entered, it will be pronounced BLORG with an R. Join the revolution. Wednesday, June 30, 2004. Hey all, sorry for not keeping up with my Blogs. that's an understatement really. i've posted one 3 days after i left. Calgarians are spoiled slack ass workers thats for sure. they don't do shit! AND FOR CHRISTS SAKE WRITE ME EMAILS!
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I was me, but now he's BLORG
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I was me, but now he's BLORG. Yes, I do understand that there is no R in Blog. However, due to social and cultural conditions of the webspace in which you have entered, it will be pronounced BLORG with an R. Join the revolution. Friday, May 21, 2004. Well, this roadtrip couldn't be any better so far, and i have all kinds of scenic pictures that i'm going to put in my photo album, and i can only hope that crazy shit will happen to us in the days to come, as we push on to Shit City. Winnepeg. I quit my job!
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Treading Water: April 2004
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Friday, April 30, 2004. Does anyone want to go to dinner some evening over the next couple of weeks? Not this weekend though, cause i'll be in sackville working at ze pub]. Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:55 PM. I was all set to post something in particular, and now i have no idea what that was. i mean, i knew my memory was slipping, but i thought the short-term organizational side was still ok. Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:40 PM. Thursday, April 29, 2004. The up side, it that with the money i'll be makin...
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Treading Water: December 2004
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Monday, December 27, 2004. Hey Santa" - by Kevin Bloody Wilson. Well things change so bloody fast. I got children now of me own. Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents. Last night when I got home. Santa claus you cunt. Where's my fucking bike. I've unwrapped all this other junk. There's nothing what i like. I've wrote you a letter. And i've come to see you twice. Where's my fucking bike. If i wanted a pair of fucking shoes. I would've fucking asked. This cowboy suit and ping-pong set. Santa claUs you cunt.
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Treading Water
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Sunday, December 17, 2006. How cool is this? Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 10:16 PM. Where is that newspaper from? SEE THE PHOTO SLIDESHOW! Amy - Requite me. Scooter - DJ Bolivia. Kelly - Looking Onward. Kaitlin - Babytalk and Sober. Kathryn - A Broken Crow. Chris and Paul do Korea. Andy - Golden Silence. Jon - Got Pye? Sean - FBI Agent Smith. Benjamin - Book of the Dead. Tis the Season The first snow fell on sackville . November seems to have sped right past me. Punctua. Im making a winter coat!
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Treading Water
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Thursday, December 07, 2006. The first snow fell on sackville last week. I made a mini-snowman. He was 1'4" tall. Then it rained. I put up my tree, while listening to christmas music from my computer. Though it's made the rounds from my uncle, to my mom, to me- I think the little tree is still doing ok. When I took it out of my parents shed where it'd been stored for the summer, there was a mouse's nest between the branches. Tis the season- Eat, Drink, and be Merry! Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:37 PM.
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Treading Water: March 2004
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Wednesday, March 31, 2004. Am i an optimist or a pessimist? I'm pretty cynical. i get that from my dad, who doesn't like to believe in anything much he hasn't experienced. I'm sarcastic a great deal of the time. I like thiking something great is just about to happen. maybe not today or tomorrow- but soon. it just will. doesn't have to be anything big. maybe the sun will come out. maybe i'll meet an amazing friend. maybe things will turn around. I guess despite the cynicism there's potential. Decmocracy a...
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Treading Water: February 2004
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Sunday, February 29, 2004. Back in the wind and the books and the cold. One more month- i can't believe it. I get excited and giddy thinking that spring might be just around the corner. And he didn't care. he didn't say how 'cool' it was, or 'fuct' it was, like they did. But the important thing was that i was wearing a tank top and sandals all day. Just think- that could be just around the corner: only a month away. Posted by Suzanne Zappia at 9:36 PM. Saturday, February 28, 2004. It's been so long.
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doggerel deluge: 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Friday, September 17, 2004. Heart shaped pillows sit on the bed unused. I found the darkest corner of your footlocker to sleep in. Next to your diary and worn out black chucks. To keep the rain out. I wanted to tell you i wanted to be in your room with the lights off. I wanted to hear to sound of your room asleep. I wanted to know that the blankets really felt like heaven. I wanted to know you. Past your blouse and. To the tomb of the secrets you held from me.
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doggerel deluge: 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Saturday, November 06, 2004. I scratch the back of my hand. Its an older hand. Lost its plumpness to new wrinkles. These hands belong to someone elese. I turn my head away from my own skin in disbelief. I am sitting in a coffee bar,. Warmed by the pressence of old friends. More than with coffee i sip. A red ribbon pulls my hair away from my face. A gesture i carry with a memory of a girl. I once knew in polka dots. I feel age creeping into me. As i sip and sip.
