October 3, 2003
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The trees are shedding,
Branches moving in cold winds –
They don’t seem to mind
10.03.03
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I don’t have much to say for today.
This afternoon, I get to paint kids’ faces. Put on a happy face…
I won’t be barbacking this weekend. I’ll miss the money, but it will be nice not having to work. I also won’t be doing security. Strange that I kind of miss it.
There’s a benefit at Kieran’s on Sunday for some festies whose house burned down. Lots of good music. Lots of festies. As it stands right now, I don’t think I will be going, although that may change. I’m not sure I want to deal with crowds and besides, I’m broke. Who knows, though.
Hey, we’re almost done with the puns:
9. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him — oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good — a supercalloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Ok, I gotta admit, I like that one. Sorry.
