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When I was young my grandmother would always make this wonder pot of Turkey Dumpling soup. It always made me feel better. It seemed to cure me when I was sick or comfort me when I had a bad day. She taught me how to make her dumplings. Some how I know I will never to make them like she does.

Your Score: Don't Panic!

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Ok, chances are you are an intelligent thoughtful individual who thinks about the big things such as purpose and life just a little more than you would like. 'Ignorance is bliss' takes on a whole new meaning to you. You maybe feel alone or isolated from those around you , it feels as if you are the only one that percieves the world in the way you do. Life is often fustrating as you strive to find some great purpose or happiness, though if you're honest with yourself you are not sure that such a thing exists.

Some people can happily get on with life in this state of mind, others have more difficulty dealing with it all.. If you are one of the latter then it might not hurt to read up about Existential Depression, and other depression disorders. From there seeking proffessional help or at least finding someone to share your feelings with can be the best way to go. No matter how much it sometimes seems like it it is important to rememebr that you really aren't alone, there are others out there that think like you do and feel like you do, and many studies into how to deal with such feelings and what causes them.

Stay strong.Feel free to say hello if you need to chat!

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My body sucks

I have such low energy. I don't know if I push my self too hard when Im out, my endless stress and anxiety. Probably a combination of a lot of things. I think im going to try and go to sleep earlier then 4 am.

Photo

Yesterday at Distinction. Cassie trying to look "arty" for me

Marie at Distinction Art Gallery

Chris and Marie

I just conceived my baby!

Im so happy I have a brain child growing in the grey matter. Its going to fucking rock. Emily and Garth are all ready on board. Its alive! ALIVE!

Even numbers

2008. 28. This year I have decided is going to be my year. Im too old to give a fuck about what has plauged me in the past. Im not old enough for it to be too late. I have dreams baby! I have goals...oh yes, its going to happen. Watch me bitches!

Old ink

I have a tattered sheet of notebook paper that is 10 years old. On it is a list of ideas I came up with Kevin laird in 1998. We had a plan to take " avant-guard " photographs. Here they are written exactly as they are this piece of paper. I think i still want to do a few of these.

. London after midnight- sharky-grin
. Flour and water- flour dripping down skin, color contrast
. Manjari holding water-looking pure in the middle of a gross street. ( Manjari girl we knew)
. Girl as part of a landscape- Candy! her in a pile of candy stuck to melted lollipops. Kevin writes "advanced pornography" we had the idea before Suicide Girls.
. Environmental Contrasts-Baby-Doll, girl surrounded by jagged waste
. Transformation-beauty to ugliness Cosmetic disfiguration
. Band photo in ruined grocery Store
. We have a gun! ( i don't know what that one means)
. White underwear- Splattered paint
. Body painting
. Animal People-quasi human primal people
. Rima amongst mannequins-focus on her eyes. (rima was a girl we knew who pretty much looked like a mannequin
. GORE!
. fucked-up perspectives -too large, too small
. A baby A baby! ( again I don't what this means?
.Kevin porn (haha)
. Fascist Dress-up's Drop colors on colored backround
.Black person white face, White person black face, tongues touching
.Broken glass-perfect body, dirty fingernails
. light bulbs in their mouth standing in a line
. A picture of the Beautiful Mutants dressed up like the Beatles
. People holding sadistic message signs

Unfortunately we never got around to any of it.

My saturday night

Em, Charles, Garth and I form a pulsating mass of geek.

The night we met

0ct 2001. I was 21 and he was 28. My life completely changed in one night...I will be 28 this June. I remember thinking "what if we were together for that long"? "What will my life me like when I am 28"? It seemed so far away, impossible to really imagine. Now we are here. Here seems really good right now.

I found an old babyfight post. Garth's recap on the night we met. I am the sad girl he is talking about in the last paragraph.

October 1, 2001, 2001 - The Hills Are Assholes

– Interesting weekend. You?

Went and helped my brother move. When I moved into my apartment, the only person moving anything was me. I even helped my roommate move. When my bro moved on Saturday he had approximately seventy million people helping him. I thought we were going to build a fucking pyramid. His new house is cool, in spite of being yellow. I got to hang with my youngest brother and my little sister, which was nice too. I just want to know how Chris scores the population of Iowa City to help and I get yrs. truly. feh. Maybe it's relative furniture sizes. My large furniture consists of my bed, which is easy to take apart, my desk, which is going in the goddam trash when I move out of the Crapartment, and my glass table, which is very interesting to move by oneself, let me tell you. The top is in the neighborhood of one thousand pounds of glass, and I looked really funny (I'm supposing) staggering around with it while moving. fooey.

Chris just wrote, he said "RIDE THAT ASS, BRUCE! MAKE HIM YOUR NAUGHTY PONY!". I can't make sense of it, but maybe someone else can. Send him a love note (of course, he's the only one who ever reads this site, so I'm not really causing him any trouble, am I Chris?) at this address.

Okay, Seanbaby finally made a small update. Apparently, since he rocks so hard, he rocked the face off of his computer, and was unable to update for a while. It's nothing great, like Something Awful has been lately, but it's better than no Seanbaby at all.

On an interesting note, I met a woman last night who was the coolest, saddest person. I like sad people, I dunno. She was very pretty, but also worried about things, stuff was weighing heavily on her brain. Maybe she was just sad cuz she was talking to me. That's been known to happen. Her friend had a quite impressive top on. tooooop...uhhhhhh. All right, the use of "" tags basically gives me a "Get out of sex free, for the rest of your life" card. God damn it, I spend too much time with computers.

Check out Joe over there. He's got Jimmy No-Neck creeping hard on him.

Why is it that missed opportunities hurt so much? Feh!

Its October now.