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and finally meeting someone you have been reading for years is kinda like meeting a celebrity... and while I have few expectations about anything in this life, tangerine girl just about equaled the candor offline that she gives us online, so it was a very energized and comfortable meeting for me... now more than ever, the world should know about her talent and everyone should demand that the site return (no more hiatus for you, girl) J

in time, I might even meet the Orlando art world (there's always hope, ya know)...

meanwhile, bowling was down to three people as Rasputin did the Valentine's thing with his Valentine this weekend, Sam was at a basketball game, and nobody new showed up... it didn't help that my communications were minimal this week, but all the local groups knew about yesterday and today at least a few days in advance... it seems we may need crowbars to pry people away from their computers and out of their houses in Orlando... but then, I met every friend I know in Orlando on the internet, so I shall continue encouraging people to come out... hear me people? J

on the wasn't I supposed to be dropping the excess weight front... ummmmm, I forgot?... well, I dropped half the goal in janary and since February began I've kinda been back to old eating habits... so much for thirty days changes habits, Dr. Whomever-Said-That... in the past week i probably gained back seven pounds... bt life is supposed to be fun and I'll drop the weight a few weeks later than it could have been... weird thing is the weight goes straight to my chins and belly, arms, legs, butt, chest all seem to reject the extra fat... so I gess all my extra fat cells are very localized... but did I start running yet?... no... still waiting the rest of the test results (am I malingering now?... maybe... am I just being stbborn?... definitely... am I tired of the whining?... yup)...

  take me as I am world (if you're gonna)...

more and more it looks like I just want to find someone to play with, home and outside, and until I do I'm bound and determined to lollygag... or is that lolligag... in any case, that marathon goal for December is farther and farther away... and your life is?

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