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Friends: Ain’t nothing worse than folks gettin’ all up in your flow. This shit is mine, so you can go on and put it back where you found it. Thaaat’s right. So anyway. Realtor-dude was alarmingly punctual yesterday, a full 24 hours, in fact. He arrived to survey the manse and surrounding estate and declared that he would like to ...

Aloha. We’ve been getting ready for the big house party tonight. It’s kind of a low-key production, with tiki crap, amusingly-bad themed food, and the champagne of beers. And it’s cool to get to see all the kids here in one place again. It’s been a while since we all hung out. But it’s such a weird feeling working on ...

Yeah, well. I was informed that my recent behavior was that of a 14-year-old internet addict. Since I am neither, I’m back. Not that I’m not still a little disenchanted with the web vis-a-vis personal expression and edification. Maybe it’s still there somewhere. Buried under a mountain of bullshit, I suspect. So! Here’s what’s up with me lately. Roman-numeresque (it’s ...

OK! I’m such a quitter. Alcohol, drugs, sex, and now caffeine. For real this time. Now if I can just clean up the language, I’ll make a fucking awesome nun. Oops.Jenni