42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Chunky W. bought a gym membership. The world is about to end.
Working out during my lunch breaks wasn’t working out this year. Swimming, fortunately, is something I can do before work, and it’s finally warm enough.
So with any luck, the money I pay to the gym every month will keep me motivated to go.
This represents [...]

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The splashing of water in the pool just outside … and several college age boys grunting and hollering like they’re in the middle of a hardcore gay porn. So I’d imagine, anyway.
I could hear the grunting as I drove into the garage. For all I know, they’re still at it.
Allegedly, this is graduation weekend and [...]

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Words I hate to see in headlines, but see all the time:
touted
lauded
feted
probed
I hate them so much that I am never so lazy that I would write them. Yet I see them all the time. Hmmm.
Another random thought:
Thanks to my dad for wiping my butt.
I was in a bathroom the other day while a mother stood [...]

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It’s time to have the dream where I show up late to class. Or I forget about class.
I signed up for a class today at a community college.
I had to go through the admissions process last week, something I found entertaining when I wasn’t struggling with their poorly designed web interface and the way you [...]

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I live in a city of close to 500,000, and much more than that outside the city limits.
Why can’t I get pizza late at night? Or Chinese food?
Some coworkers and I were plotting our next big thing: the 24-hour Chinese Pizza place.
I’ve complained about the lack of late-night food before. I didn’t really expect it [...]

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Is there a term for grocery shopping rage? Cart anger?
The best time to go shopping for food is late at night, after work. There are few people, and almost never any rude, screaming children. Shoppers still might have their two carts full of food, but still, you don’t bump into them in the aisles and [...]

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It’s not her fault that my cat is bald in several places.
Last week, when Stinky Lessa Sweetness went to the vet and was diagnosed with diabetes, they shaved a patch out of her lucscious, soft neck fur.

Yesterday, she came back with two fewer patches of hair on her legs.

Stinky … er … Sweetness went in [...]

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