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goofballs: 2012 San Francisco Ballot Cheat Sheet
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 05 November, 2012. 2012 San Francisco Ballot Cheat Sheet. President of the United States of America/Vice President: Obama/Biden. United States Senate: Boxer. United States Senate: Feinstein. United States House of Representatives: Pelosi. Bay Area Rapid Transit Director: 1) Klivans. San Francisco Board of Education: See: http:/ und1sk0.blogspot.com/2012/11/official-voting-instructions-from-lefty.html. Prop 30 - Yes. Prop 31 - No. Prop 32 - No. Prop 33 - No.
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goofballs: How To Fail At Life And Have A Great Time Anyway: preface
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 09 June, 2013. How To Fail At Life And Have A Great Time Anyway: preface. I'm going to fix everything! Oh, louis… we all said that at first. I'm gonna fix these damn alerts! Naw I know I'm not going to fix everything but at first I want to jump on everything to get a feel for what I can ignore. You'll get a feel alright. Write up what you've observed in notes for eugene in 10 minutes and we'll handoff to him a little after 10 when he gets settled, k?
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goofballs: Ford
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 14 February, 2014. I love my grandmother, my father's mother, who died more than two decades ago. She had a file of cards on which she wrote so many terrifying recipes involving awful post-Depression and World War II era processed foods, which my step mother lovingly transcribed posthumously in a binder entitled "Meals With Mildred.". She loathed Ronald Reagan almost as much as she loathed Satan himself. Don't Fear the Reaper.". She would hip me to incongru...
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goofballs: cop[12]
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 10 November, 2012. You see some hardass motherfucker coming down the street, that guy will give it up in less than an hour. I've stared down the hardest, bad-est killers and thugs on the planet. Tough mothers, hard headed and scarred. Tattooed up, cut up, calloused thugs that would cut your throat open if they could. Those cocksuckers don't scare me. They scare the shit out of me. You can't get in their heads, cuz there ain't nothing there. Got to have the ...
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goofballs: cop[11]
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 02 November, 2012. Marsha was out cold when John heard Tony pull into the driveway. She was chewing on her hair, snoring softly. John looked into the bathroom mirror. "What a mess." He frothed his face up with her shower gel and considered wiping down his pits. Nah, not today, not for Tony. The fall air was clean, smelled of pine and burning leaves. Eugene, Oregon. Tony said nothing, his hands gripped the wheel with his eyes fixed forward.
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goofballs: Nacho Bike
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 24 October, 2012. Re: This bike isn't your stolen one :(. 11:19 AM (26 minutes ago). I'm sure the police have contacted you and given you the bad news ,it's not your bike. Sent from my iPhone. Thanks a lot, jerk. I am sorry the PD wasted their time checking the bike you were selling out. I am more sorry that you have wasted my time so thoroughly. Next time, when someone asks for proof of sale, you should consider offering it up on request.
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goofballs: cop[13]
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 09 January, 2013. Fictional) Letter to a friend:. You're not in the doghouse, per se. Well, certainly not with me. But you have made your bed, and there you shall sleep. It's a thing with you, it's a pattern. You talk about love, true love, sweep you off your feet romance, as if you have any idea what it means, or would recognize it if it lived with you for three years in Chelsea. Yeah, I went there. Did that wedding and all that mean more to me? You're dam...
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goofballs: a story for @sab
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 17 March, 2013. A story for @sab. January 22, 2013, 09:37 PST. The premise of the story is vignettes of what people are doing the exact moment your heart stopped. starting with your neighbors, then random people in oakland. maybe a few of the many people around the world you knew, that very moment. some stories are longer, some short - then we go to a montage. then finally to your poor bewildered dog, licking your hand. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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goofballs: Goodbye, Emily
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 24 January, 2013. My garment bag - Seigel's Fine Clothing - looks like a body bag. My minds eye can see your grinning face asking "can I fit in it? And trying to zip yourself up. You probably could, you were 90 pounds soaking wet carrying 5lbs of bricks. Now I lay it with care across my chair, over top my guitar cases, so that if I manage to bring myself to leave the house any time soon I can get my dress jacket and shirts dry cleaned for your memorial.
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goofballs: cop[8]
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Drunken ramblings of the hopelessly embittered. 23 August, 2012. Mike moved into a Victorian walk-up in late summer of 1997 on Lucky Street. The alleys between the major streets lined up: Balmy. Lucky. Treat. Balmy lucky treat. August in San Francisco was anything but. Mike had arrived at night on the train with his only two possessions: a PC in a skeletal case, missing the outer covering (easier to pop cards in an out, or move devices around) and a duffel bag with his clothing and toiletries. Despite th...
