42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

On the cruise, everything was great, except for the things that weren’t.
Overall, I really enjoyed myself, and would go again. Three nights seemed not quite enough time; four nights would have been perfect.
The elevators. You could never get on an elevator without another 15 people. I used to cheer when we got an empty elevator [...]

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Still annoying as hell:
Chris Cornell’s voice.
Listening to Call Me A Dog, from Temple of the Dog.
Wanted to just skip the song as it came up on shuffle, but there’s got to be a reason I bothered to put it on my iPod in the first place, right?
For some reason, I must have put most, if [...]

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I owe my dad an apology.
This loving man, who just sent me a little diecast Vega as well as a case for my stereo faceplate, is in fact my buddy. He’s a generous, kind-hearted man but occasionally has a nasty gloating streak.
I said in a comment in my last entry, Go, Go Gadgets, that I [...]

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You can do your business in the bathroom, but don’t bring it in the bathroom.
In a public restroom, I heard a woman alternately speak in English and then Spanish about a person’s FHA loan. Would I ever want to know that either a mortgage loan officer or a real estate agent had taken me into [...]

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I’ve been buying jeans from a certain store for many years. They are one of the only places that stocks jeans that are my size and long enough. Tall women do not come fat in many stores, apparently.
So I just know to go to this one store, Aisle Breanne, let’s call it. They have a [...]

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My back is out. I’m not in a good mood. Every time I have to sit up for more than five minutes, it hurts. I move like an old woman. I have a high tolerance for pain.
Until I got to my car. Class let out early because of a power outage. And the person in [...]

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Driving to work yesterday, almost there …
Slam! A person in a minivan ahead of me throws something out a window. A bag and something very liquid explodes as it hits the ground, spattering it everywhere. I slow down, avoid the mess and lay on the horn while emphatically gesturing out the window.
Littering is unnecessary. You [...]

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