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My candle burns at both ends; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--it gives a lovely light. -edna st vincent millay 10-01-00 happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear neely, happy birthday to you! it's neila's birthday today. yay! she's 24. she's a REAL 24, not a christa 24. I would give you her email address to wish her a happy birthday but she might get mad if I did that. so instead you can email me and I will pass along the wishes to her. or not. it really doesn't matter. I don't much care. anyway. OH! BABY! BABY WAS BORN! BABY IS A LITTLE GIRL! YIPEE! I have a niece! I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait I can't wait wait wait wait to see her. I can't wait. amount of things I have to do right now: a zillion. I am still in my pajamas. I am the baddest gunslinger on the east coast. Oh yes I am. I can shoot up a storm. My boss Mark took me and Neila to the gun range yesterday and we shot some guns. Some little guns and some really big damn guns. It was our first time, both of us. we started off with little tiny baby bullets for a .22 and then we moved up to "real" bullets and then we went to some other sort of revolver and then a nine millimeter and then Mark and I shot off his really big gun (not THAT big gun you dirty friggin' bastards). It was a .45 magnum, the kind dirty harry used. oh my goodness. boy oh boy. wow. that was a gun. I was really liking that 9 MM and then I went to the .45. what a kick-back that had. Mark thought I was gonna like...freak out and drop the gun, but after a little stumble I kept on shooting. It was awesome. I mean...well I just really can't describe it. but you know how I really like penises and stuff? well, a gun is like this metal version of a penis or something. it's like I had a big metal penis one hundred times more powerful than any normal stupid penis I've seen or handled. and it only went off when I wanted it to, I was under complete control. it was awesome. man. mark said I was a natural. I said "no, I suck" and I'm right, but with practice I can get better. back when I was younger, I was one of those "ooh, guns are bad, I won't ever touch one, they are just bad, no guns for me" people, and I am not like crazy-gun fanatic now, but guns definitely have this sort of seductive power. Mark is a very responsible gun owner and a very good teacher. I wouldn't go shooting with anyone else. I thought for sure my hand would be bruised today from that .45 (have you ever SEEN that thing, it's freaking huge) and while that part just below my thumb is a tad sore, I am okay. I so wasn't kidding when I said I had a zillion things to do and that I was still sitting here in my jammies. heehee. my two kitties (fargo and chococat) are both sleeping on my bed right next to me. really, it's the little things that make me happy. I am such a crazy cat lady.
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