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Larva & Louisiana

Issue Date: Monday, Mar. 03, 2003

Ew ew ew. Why would someone send that to me? I just received the most oog-intensive email in a long time. The story is such: Some dude has irritation in his eye; eye drops and a doctor’s visit ensue. Bot-fly larva is found in his eye. His Friggin EYE people! I am assuming it is bot-fly larva. In any case, it is a maggot of some sense. Note to the dude: Quit with the letting flies and such lay eggs IN YOUR EYE!


Think happy thoughts.

Ah, yes. I am going to New Orleans in a few weeks. It is a business trip, but Mister gets to come along. Yippee! Mister has never been to New Orleans. I love the Big Easy. It is sinful, decadent and very faithful, all rolled into one. The food, Oh Mamma, the food. Where most people eat to live, people in New Orleans live to eat. No kidding. When I spoke to a colleague a little while ago, he made a joke about scheduling his flight home around the hours of a certain restaurant. I can believe it. I would stand in the sweltering, sticky New Orleans heat in the middle of July for an hour just to have a dozen oysters on the half shell from Acme.

Speaking of sticky heat…. Every time I think of New Orleans I get a flash back in my mind of Paul Mercurio licking warmed butter and cinnamon from Dana Delany’s breast in Exit to Eden. That was hot. The movie was a comedy, but the book, (whee-doggie!) was originally penned by no other than the queen of soft-core porn herself, Anne Rice… writing as Anne Rampling of course.

Little tangent. I started this diary as sort of an outlet for my head. A place to write about dreams, thoughts of Mister, bitches about my job, and as a personal responsibility page when I decided that I wanted to loose weight. Kind of my own personal bitch and brag page. I haven’t decided if I want to advertise it, have a notify page or any of the standard web stuff. Presently my email doesn’t even work from here. But the above paragraph made me realize that even if I don’t advertise, somebody may find me when they search “breast+soft-core porn+sticky” on google. Eeeep!


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And because of said comments he sent me my very own dream turtle in an email titled wee gift with these words attached, “my purple monkey is booked solid so i ordered you a tangerine turtle. hope he proves helpful.”

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