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I think the last one would put me in jail…

Thursday, December 14th, 2006
On the twelfth day of Christmas, amandanoelle82 sent to me…

Twelve railroads drumming
Eleven trains piping
Ten friends a-leaping
Nine concerts sleeping
Eight museums a-railfanning
Seven skittles a-writing
Six keyboards a-daydreaming
Five ne-e-e-ewspapers
Four subways
Three movies
Two hair bands
…and a poison in a ross valory.
Get your own Twelve Days:

“I’m damned pleased…”

Thursday, November 2nd, 2006

“with your results,” quoteth my oncologist.

Ya know what that means? CLEAN SCANS! Woohoo!

Next week will be a year from when I finished chemotherapy. Most relapses of my specific cancer come within the first year, so I’m out of the danger zone!

::does the happy dance and falls on her ass::

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Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

QuizGalaxy!
‘What will your obituary say?’ at QuizGalaxy.com

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Monday, September 4th, 2006

I just set up speech recognition on Microsoft Word, then dictated “Our Father” to it. This is what it spit out:

Ballot father or have and hallowed be thy name taking been, that will be done on earth positives and haven’t give us the state are daily bread and forgiveness are dress presses as we forgive those to to to test and says the meanest not into temptation to deliver us from evil gay men

I think I need to train it a bit more!

Did better this time around, but Chrissy still killed me

Monday, June 26th, 2006

I died in the Dungeon of Amandanoelle82

I was killed in a cobwebbed corridor by Drmrgurl the giant spider, whilst carrying…

the Axe of Broughtup, the Dagger of Perfect Enough, the Dagger of Conformityzero, the Crown of Vixxen415, the Axe of Homofish, a Figurine of Mmmmsmurf, the Dagger of Followyourfish and 78 gold pieces.

Score: 101

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Thanks, <lj user=”holytoastr”>!

Monday, June 26th, 2006

I died in the Dungeon of Amandanoelle82

I was killed in a cobwebbed corridor by Drmrgurl the giant spider, whilst carrying…

the Dagger of Followyourfish, the Amulet of Half Empty4, the Armour of Balloonhedz and 57 gold pieces.

Score: 41

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Results from PET Scan

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

My oncologist found abnormal activity going on around my thymus gland and in my lymph nodes. He said it may be from my recent upper-respitory infection, but they took a complete blood count to be sure. I’ll get those test results tomorrow, then I have another PET scan scheduled in three weeks. Ugh, more barium! I feel OK, and I know I’m all right, but a few prayers wouldn’t hurt 🙂

Best Prank Ever!

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006

The Best Buy Caper

Calling all former Campanile members!

Wednesday, April 19th, 2006

I have a little something for you: click here (hint, hint)

It’s a self-extracting .exe, not a virus.

You will be very happy.

And, um, unproductive for a while.

Today’s Subway Lesson – Do Not Take The Car Less Crowded

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

The N train was running local this morning (heard something was up with the W train, because a few of my co-workers were late). Anyways, it pulls up to 34th Street and most of the cars are crowded, except one towards the end of the train, which had about 10 people on it. So, naturally, I enter the least crowded car.

It smelled like death.

There was a homeless man on one side of the train, who obviously hasn’t showered in ages. He had also just shit his pants, and was further disseminating the smell by reaching down into his pants and moving it around.

I didn’t have enough time to switch cars before the doors closed, and the train poked along to 28th Street. Thank goodness it was a cold day, as I had my scarf with me and was able to filter my breathing. Most of my car, except for about five masochistic commuters, quickly sandwiched in the car ahead of ours as soon as we made it to the next stop.

If the guy wasn’t reaching into his pants and moving his shit around, I would have thought he was dead – that’s how bad it smelled.