Category: Pamie
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okay, i’ll think of something funny.
you big bully. I’ve been quite busy at work today. But I updated my books section. Also I did a backup of my back pages, since Geocities doesn’ t have a neat little backup feature. I had to go in and manually save my entries one page at a time. I just did the entries,…
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lights out!
men are not prisoners. quit treating us like wardens. I am not an idiot. I’ll just say that up front. I am well aware of what kind of person I am to live with and where I must drive people crazy. I am not the easiest woman in the world to date, I know that.…
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stupid yippie dogs
why i should never leave the house again. ever. You know that feeling when you go to someone’s house and then you’re sitting there on the couch and your brain flashes a message to you: “Uh-oh! We’ve made a terrible, horrible mistake!” Friday night. After the show there was some debate about what exactly we…
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How I spent USSR
plotting how to be the ultimate in cool Flashback. pamie’s brain. Sixth Grade. Uninterrupted Sustained Silent Reading time. How cool would it be to have a retainer? Oh, man, if I just had a retainer, I would be the coolest. See here, how I’ve bent this paper clip all out of shape and shaped it…
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“your available balance is…”
fought over like wolves by fifteen different companies Pay day. I made it. Very exciting. Now it’s time to give it all back to the various companies that own my checking account much more than I do. I sit back and I look at this stack of bills and I wonder how they pile up.…
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getting to know you
or rather, me I had to get up very early this morning to take a class at work. This has ruined my stomach. For some reason if I wake up at seven in the morning, then I have to have breakfast on my way to work or I’m crabby. But then after I eat my…
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The twelve days of pamie
i go neurotic about hosting I will never catch up on my journal reading. I am just going to accept that and move on with my life. My sniffly, sneezy life.
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Vegas, baby, Vegas!
the details and dissection of my trip Getting up at five a.m. is never easy. Getting up for a flight at seven is even harder. But if that flight is going to Las Vegas, then somehow you don’t seem to mind. Eight of us, on a morning flight to Las Vegas, drinking Bloody Mary’s and…