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neurological dryer lint

dirty deeds... and the dunderchief

 

ahh, splendid, fido mc'cokefiend is home

im staying back at my parents' for the night after adrian's birthday party. watched some tv, played some ut2k4, it was a good night. although the people down the street let their two year old wander off and he showed up in our front yard. and since i had no idea where he was from, i figured, hey, let's not let the kid get eaten or drown in the neighbor's pool, so i'll follow him around for a while. it was a little creepy, this little kid walking around in circles around the hemingway's house up the street, not really listening to anything i said, ignoring my insistence on going back home, whereever the kid's home was. eventually his mom seemed to get the 'hey my incredibly small child is missing' idea and came up the street to get him. apparently he 'got away from her'. children are now about as valuable as oven mitts, it seems. but i wasn't about to drag him anywhere, pick him up and take him house to house to find out whose he was, because i clearly don't need that lawsuit.

the sad part was after i was nice to her and her son, watching to make sure he was safe until she decided she'd give him some consideration, she comes back up to my house and rings the doorbell. i go answer, and she's like 'i was wondering... where was he when you found him?' 'well' i say, 'right outside our house.' 'so you didn't think to bring him down to our house?' 'well, no, i really didn't know what house he was from, i've never met you before now, i didn't know WHO lived in that house, and i figured his parents would eventually come looking for him, and i didn't want to force him anywhere, i figure, i wouldn't want some stranger person handling my kids like that.' my brain, however, was ringing with 'HOW BOUT YOU KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR LIVING CHILD, WOMAN?' her complete lack of gratitude was more shocking than her absolute negligence concerning her son. sigh.

and to top it all off i lost my cell phone. it vanished sometime this morning, although i've been through my house, renee's house, and my car, to no avail. sucks a lot.

wow, that was strange. it was just raining and thundering quietly for a few minutes, then it stopped. i noticed the silence. then the thunder went nuts again for a minute out of nowhere. cool.

anyway, where was i? phone, yes. now i gotta buy a new one, either a replacement siemens s56 (at least they're only $40 now) or something else with bluetooth and GPRS, which i believe leaves me with either a nokia like b's (which would be OK if it wasn't so big - i love the OS on that thing (symbian) compared to the normal ghetto nokia OS i HATE - and the camera resolution rules) or a sweet motorola that's like $160 (although IR only, no bluetooth). and since when i lose stuff i LOSE it, i've pretty much given up hope. so if you tried to call my cell anytime today, sorry i missed you, i won't ever get the message.

 

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