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October 18, 2004
you people crack me up
Listing the top 20 queries by the number of requests, sorted by the number of requests.
#reqs: search term
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7: reliance damages
6: blizzard
3: foggy pictures
3: trucker fucker
3: gloria estefan
3: messy refrigerator
2: guinea pig
2: when kittens attack
2: ny bar exam results
2: statue of liberty r
1: what are reliance damages?
1: northern state sucks
1: fuck michigan
1: painting bany
1: pepto bismol turned my tongue black
1: will chris holley
1: christina aguilera fuck
1: what are reliance damages
1: passed the bar exam
1: searing shoulder pain
Only one search for "northern state sucks" led to my site? tsk tsk.
Posted by me at 10:13 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
i was in chicago
went there middle of last week to close a deal i knew nothing about and got put on last minute (what's new, right?) and stayed the weekend to see people. it was good, except for the part where my stress-weakened immune gave up the ghost and i got the chills and a sore throat. there's drama in chicago as always (and i'm not involved in it for once!), but mabey and i relaxed by getting facials (boy loves his facials) and taunting i-man with barbecue.
hmm, barbecue. that last part isn't true, except for the barbecue.
god i hate my job as much as i miss my friends. and i really hate my fucking job.
Posted by me at 09:45 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
so I'm watching the playoffs
and the camera guy is panning the seats after the red sox do something good and stops on a picture of this fat chick in a red sox hat hugging a little boy and looking all happy. the fat chick is this bitch who tried to get me thrown out of college junior year (loooong story) and, considering that she's a big ugly bulldyke, it's unlikely that was really a little boy she was hugging. shiver. it's a small, small world, folks. and with that i say: GO YANKEES. fucking bitch finally made me give up my yankee hating ways. crush the red sox. make them cry. and don't give that girl (and i use that term loosely) another hotdog. is there a 7th inning cutoff on those?
wow, who knew that in the course of 5 seconds (Granted, they were repeated over and over--I rewound it several times on the time warner tivo-esque thing to doublecheck. I have no doubt it was her. Last I heard bitch was terrorizing Boston) I could turn into a lesbian-hating, yankee loving, fat-baiter.
go yankees, go. derek jeter is my personal hero, and the yankees don't win because they buy all the good players. they win because new york is better than the rest of the country (especially that fat lesbian haven of massachusetts).
Posted by me at 09:38 PM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
October 05, 2004
observations
1. what little impact there is in wearing one of those yellow "live strong" bracelets is generally nullified by standing in front of your office building smoking. especially when you hold the cigarette in the hand attached to the wrist with the bracelet around it.
2. when my girlfriend gets depressed she shops for kittens. no shit. i believe we're about to be blessed with our third.
Posted by me at 03:13 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack