tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77148892011-04-21T23:39:10.399-04:00Shamelessly Making Out in Tampa and St. PetersburgRachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comBlogger5741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1136999437092141482006-01-01T12:09:00.000-05:002006-01-11T12:11:32.910-05:00

Please visit Interbay Superstar for more fun and antics!

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Well, we're finally done here!I'm gonna spend the next few weeks re-tooling and coming up with something totally new for '06! Something bigger, better, brighter! Something so dazzling and fantastic you will have to shield your eyes in amazement! Not that it's been a bad run, really. I've had three different blogs over three different years, so I suppose you should have seen this coming. You

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133821111014307442005-12-05T15:58:00.000-05:002005-12-05T17:30:16.076-05:00

Mark's been considering home ownership for a few months. He saved up a bunch of cash and found a place he likes and put in an offer. Of course, his credit sucks, but he's been working at that, too, and, all in all, I'm kinda thrilled for him. He's such a sweet boy, so full of natural kindness and general enthusiasm, that he really only deserves happiness.The house is very beautiful, infused with

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133569118962182582005-12-02T16:58:00.000-05:002005-12-02T19:19:49.946-05:00

Today was the last day of Drunk Class as required by the fine County of Hillsborough.I have to admit I got a kick out of the posters. Remember back in middle school when the principal would have those glossies with the encouraging words on them? Like there'd be one of a kitten wearing a beanie, appearing to struggle with a tricky math equation, and the copy would say something uplifting like, "

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133475039945535812005-12-01T16:40:00.000-05:002005-12-01T17:28:56.293-05:00

Every now and then, I will drink absolutely nothing alcoholic all evening, even though everyone around me is imbibing without a care. I tend to be a very careful drinker even under the worst of situations, simply because I have an atrocious family history of alcoholism and I looooove the nightlife, so, like, let's just not put me at risk. You're more likely to see me fluttering with nystagmus and

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133389889255006432005-11-30T15:24:00.000-05:002005-11-30T17:31:29.366-05:00

My apartment complex told me they were hiring leasing agents to work twenty hours a week and get half off the rent, and they asked if I wanted to interview for it.At the interview, yesterday afternoon, the property manager looked at my resume and said, "You don't actually have any leasing experience. We need someone who understands tax bonds and Section 8.""I understand all that," I said. "I

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133279254302673142005-11-29T10:01:00.000-05:002005-11-29T10:47:37.726-05:00

I asked my mom this morning what it felt like to be fat and then suddenly skinny, and she said, "You know I don't talk about that."I said, "I didn't know that. I don't think I've ever asked about it. I just noticed this morning that I have a really wonderfully sculpted torso, one specific curve actually that I was looking at, and I realized, since the Moran girls are kinda scraggly compared to

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1133230780059524652005-11-28T20:12:00.000-05:002005-11-28T21:19:40.176-05:00

I had a fairly boring Thanksgiving week, over the course of which I realized something very important. Or perhaps I should say I realized the importance of something I already knew: I am basically thrilled with my life. I really don't have any kind of reliable financial situation. My place of residence is pretty unstable. Most of my friendships are acquaintances. I haven't been wowed by any

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1132596122841495662005-11-21T12:45:00.000-05:002005-11-21T13:03:54.270-05:00

Most of you spend between three and a half and six minutes a day here. This week, take that time to show your thanks for the people, places, and things that make you glad to be alive.I'm thankful for my mom and dad's unwavering belief that I will always make the right decisions, for Lil Sis' knuckle-cracking sardonism, for Mark's unfalteringly kind heart, for puppies and ponies of all sorts, for

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1132336436013820992005-11-18T12:38:00.000-05:002005-11-18T15:23:53.316-05:00

In the vein of all celebrities, I spent hours prepping for last night's big awards show hosted by the Weekly Planet at Yuengling Brewery. I mean, hot rollers, glittery eye shadow, the works, and by amazing coincidence, my disco hair-and-face fit right in with the banquet hall stylings.Stepping into the Yuengling Brewery is like stepping back to 1972. The ceiling has concave domes cut into it

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1132180457253286552005-11-16T17:03:00.000-05:002005-11-16T17:34:17.363-05:00

My, oh my, did I get a bit of come-uppance today. I was perusing lazily through some porn when I got word of a job that had to be done immediately. The name of the game was urgency, so I rocketed out to the Suncoast Resort and Hotel in South St. Pete.Turns out the Suncoast is a large, run-down, piss-smelling gay resort. Frankly, I cannot imagine why anyone would ever want to spend time there.

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1132096441119062492005-11-15T17:25:00.000-05:002005-11-15T18:14:01.206-05:00

I had a really messed-up conversation with this girl at the gym today. She's a pretty girl in a very wholesome way - thick, coppery hair with blunt edges and a perpetual smile - but, at maybe five-five, she's about thirty pounds overweight. While the extra weight doesn't wreck her looks entirely, she has absolutely no cheekbones and an unfortunate, blobby look below the waist, which, well,

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1132020085060764592005-11-14T19:41:00.000-05:002005-11-14T21:54:28.620-05:00

Whoo, so I spent a wonderful, whirlwind weekend in Chicago!Mark and I are both nervous fliers, so we downed as much Xanax as we could get a doctor to give us, and boarded the plane, where we both immediately became ridiculously giggly and entirely fearless, downing several tasty plane drinks and bopping in our seats to Deee-lite on my iPod, sharing one set of headphones in typical, obnoxiously

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131748170727835292005-11-11T17:18:00.000-05:002005-11-11T17:29:30.740-05:00

Imagine my surprise upon reading this week's Planet and finding that, once again, I am, entirely unintentionally, Tampa Bay's alt-weekly darling.I personally had a great time at Oystercatcher's. One thing that didn't make it into the review, but which really spiced up the evening for me, was that fellow blogger Joe Bardi and I don't eat seafood. At all. So I proposed a fun, little game wherein

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131648173168505792005-11-10T11:57:00.000-05:002005-11-10T13:42:53.266-05:00

Last night, I was talking to the boys at Mema's when I noticed a strange flier on the corkboard over there. People are always posting fliers on that thing, but this one caught my eye because it wasn't the usual glossy or the standard cheap-sh*t photocopy. It was an oversized matte job with fairly good artwork. In other words, the work of someone with not a lot of money, but a well-developed

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131581633384557382005-11-09T17:44:00.000-05:002005-11-10T11:10:46.403-05:00

Well, if the 'Burg isn't just gunnin' to catch up with Tampa on the sophisticated restaurant racetrack.First, Bella Brava, which I loooooove and think does a marvelous job of rounding out The Other Side, and now, Ceviche in a new location where the old Bellagio used to be!The Fine Feathered Friend has been telling me about the plans for the new Ceviche forever. He's a marvelous young man - a

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131503730650517362005-11-08T21:20:00.000-05:002005-11-08T21:35:30.726-05:00

I spent today totally trying to placate and satisfy the probation gods, who are not gods at all, but lower middle-class girls with Fantastic Sam's bobs who figured they would never get fired from a county job.My probation officer, who is obviously a very sweet girl in the Methodist sense of the word, stashes a cheap, purple backpack in the corner of her cubicle - you know, where the black people

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131332207060736052005-11-07T09:47:00.000-05:002005-11-07T12:02:08.493-05:00

Occassionally, you just need a club-free weekend, a quick stretch devoid of all forms of DJ's, dancing, designer duds, and drugs.I trucked it down to Naples to chill with my mom, whom I have affectionately called Bag for years. I rode my bike around some bumpety construction sites and wandered around her perfectly manicured neighborhood. I watched TV and skimmed through trashy chick lit and drank

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1131322762459764902005-11-04T19:02:00.000-05:002005-11-07T10:59:41.353-05:00

I love Tampa. We all know this, so when I heard that Orlando mega-DJ and super-artist the Hornet was coming to town to support another friend in a Tampa art show, and that, even better, he would be staying at Mark's house, I cleared my calendar to be able to show him the best our fine metropolis offers. The Hornet's also the kind of guy who says things like, "I'm sorry. You're using up all my

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130984109898313802005-11-02T20:05:00.000-05:002005-11-02T22:02:00.896-05:00

I finally stood before justice this afternoon after suffering great indignation and hardship for several months from charges of DUI, and drug and paraphernalia possession.Some of you may remember how I unceremoniously changed life tracks after these charges. Before, I was a bright-eyed young law student and ardent blogger. After, I was simply an ardent blogger, no longer part of the student body

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130889461129244462005-11-01T16:59:00.000-05:002005-11-01T18:57:41.273-05:00

So last night, a bunch of trick-or-treaters came to the door. I was expecting cutie-pie angel faces, giggling innocently and squealing over the fun of getting dressed up. I was really excited about it.Last year, I was entirely unprepared for young ones and received at my doorstep an adorable young girl of about three years with a head full of clackety barettes in a flowing fairy outfit. She

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130797295846002652005-10-31T16:23:00.000-05:002005-10-31T17:21:35.946-05:00

Man, I am oficially dying off H5N1 Avian Flu, or whatever the World Health Organization is calling that sh*t now. I have been fighting off a fever since about Thursday night, when, after my magic cappin' trip, I collpased in a kitten ball of hot contentment, not understanding that I was beseiged with virus.Of course, that didn't stop me from banging out the Guavaween parade with the welcoming

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130602076003751382005-10-29T11:23:00.000-04:002005-10-29T12:07:56.436-04:00

I've never been a rock chick. I cut my teeth on early 90's house music and ketamine, and when people suggest guitar-oriented activities, I am hard pressed to drum up interest.For about a year, though, I've been hearing all about how The 'Belt, as a lad in his early twenties, was a bona fide rock star, poised to knock U-2 into oblivion and erase Kurt Cobain from the memories of narrow-hipped boys

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130509676368287322005-10-28T09:54:00.000-04:002005-10-28T10:54:17.186-04:00

Yesterday was a completely glorious dream world day. I tend to be a surprisingly early riser for all my evening antics, and the morning drive over the Howard Frankland was so shimmery that I immediately began having all these bright thoughts about the power of nature.Next thing you know, inspired by all the splendiferous effects of sun and bay, I'm chugging along 275, munching away on cappity

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130440217320989872005-10-27T14:54:00.000-04:002005-10-27T15:10:17.356-04:00

Right. I could totally write about how that charming, not-really-that-young-anymore man on The Other Side of the Bridge wrecked my lingerie dresser with a bucket of orange paint, but I actually turned it into wondrous truth by having live lingerie that matched it exactly (orange on purple, like a French trapeze artist) and photographed things to that extent.I could write about how I completely

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130372294192318962005-10-26T19:51:00.000-04:002005-10-26T20:18:14.253-04:00

Last night seemed to be filled with a really beautiful, gentle love everywhere I went. I started off the evening at the Hub with Saran Wrap and the Secret Friend. They are both such lovely people that it's hard to feel anything but bubbling happiness around them, which is wonderful and magnificent and all that. Bizarro World was there, too, which was a little odd, because I used to have a major

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130280995340652282005-10-25T18:19:00.000-04:002005-10-25T18:56:35.440-04:00

So, I got a phone call today from a very charming young man who let me know that one Scarlett Guy, official queen of haterdom, has resigned from her post as Dean of Student Life at Stetson University, a mere year after being assigned to the job.I find this to be fairly interesting in light of a recent discussion I had with a television man who asked me if I would talk about Stetson on camera. At

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1130177552462303272005-10-24T13:19:00.000-04:002005-10-24T14:12:38.426-04:00

I did absolutely nothing on Friday besides beautify. Ladies, do not think you are too young for L'Oreal's collagen pen. My God, that thing is amazing. You might be thinking all, "Oooh, I'm only halfway through my twenties. I don't need stuff like that." Right, just give it a try. Suddenly, you have a forehead like a ten year old. You will not be able to recreate that effect when you are

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129912115694168532005-10-21T11:11:00.000-04:002005-10-21T12:28:35.776-04:00

Well, one pretty excellent thing about the new digs is the local gym. I couldn't think of anywhere hot and poppin' on a 'Burgside Thursday (oh, Tribal Style, I miss you), so I ended up watching hours of not-quite-pornography on Cinemax last night. Certainly, by next Thursday, I will remember that happiness is what you make of it, and, empty bars be d*mned, I will have a marvelous time once again

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129840258963451082005-10-20T15:41:00.000-04:002005-10-20T16:30:59.053-04:00

Oh my God, the one thing we never thought would happen has happened. I have defected to The Other Side. That's right, loyal readers, I live in the 'Burg, courtesy of and alongside Mr. Michaels. Last night, we went to Cafe Alma, because it ain't a real 'Burg night without a kick-off at Alma. We hit the Independent for a minute where Eddie and his Blue Plate Special crew were jamming. Then we

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129728321049450962005-10-18T11:06:00.000-04:002005-10-19T09:36:17.380-04:00

I remember my family always being very brand-conscious, a trait that has perhaps mutated in me as materialism, but which, as a child, was drilled into me as a means of understanding the correlation between price and quality. I think you non-materialistic people call this "value." I call it "rockin' the good sh*t."There were two grocery stores in the general vicinity of my childhood home, Acme and

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129605442090471782005-10-17T22:54:00.000-04:002005-10-17T23:20:33.640-04:00

Today, walking around Ybor, I saw a young couple on one of those weird daytime dates, where you kinda know somebody in one context, and then decide to feel each other out for a potentially horizontal context, all the while telling yourself that you've built a real foundation for a strong relationship, because you knew them in a different light before the dim, rosy lights of romance set in.I

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129400523309505382005-10-14T13:21:00.000-04:002005-10-15T15:39:13.876-04:00

Whoo, so Lil Sis had a great birthday party! And just as good, I got my rabbit fur vest back, which I suppose means I must rescind my prior denunciation of the non-existent thief. This makes me very, very happy, because I was sorta heartbroken at the idea of people stealing from the clubs. Anyway, me and Mark went to Seven 17 for a quick warm-up round before heading to St. Bart's for Lil Sis'

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129234523662871482005-10-13T15:44:00.000-04:002005-10-13T16:15:23.750-04:00

I guess I'm just a super-lucky girl that everyone I know is a Libra and, thus, tempers some of my, shall we say, more erratic impulses or dramatic inclinations. Everyone is always surprised to hear that I'm a Virgo, but, honestly, when you think about it, what else could I be? I suppose I have the hair and the need for attention of a Leo - I'm born on the cusp - but when we consider the

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129163648019956792005-10-12T20:14:00.000-04:002005-10-12T20:34:08.083-04:00

Well, well, well, in an effort to break the monotony of my apartment complex's gym, and thinking that Bayshore cannot be my only respite, what with the distracting million-dollar bodies everywhere, I decided to hit the good ol' reliable Palm Avenue YMCA. I guess I haven't been there in a long time, because, suddenly and without warning, there is a staff of exercise experts there who are much

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1129082251646452912005-10-11T21:27:00.000-04:002005-10-11T22:17:27.636-04:00

So, tonight I had dinner at Estela's, as the final wind-down to Mark's Birthday Extravaganza. He is presently passed out from five days of debauchery and an evening of tequila and ground beef. Ah, to be thirty-five. He's a real man now! Whoo-hoo!We ran into Perfect Ceez and the Babymaker, who - lucky girl - has a rack on her that has pretty much quadrupled in size since we met, two babies ago.

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128970803124560142005-10-10T14:04:00.000-04:002005-10-10T15:15:26.870-04:00

So, my last minute, top secret surprise was a massive success!I am a birthday fanatic. I take a bizarrely religious stance about my birthday. There shall be no work, no toil, nothing but dedication to fun and the revelry of being alive! Naturally, I would like those I love to feel the same joy on their birthdays, and, so, when Mark started the week off saying things like, "I don't care about my

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128716642301544752005-10-07T15:36:00.000-04:002005-10-07T16:25:54.290-04:00

I remember back in the day how I used to love a house party. Part of this was because I was too young to drink in bars, and house parties always eliminated the pressure to remember fake details like my "major" at "Penn State" - we always went to Penn State, although, now, you couldn't pay me enough to live in Pennsylvania - but part of it was that you always know that at a house party, anything

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128612346473202262005-10-06T10:57:00.000-04:002005-10-06T13:53:11.966-04:00

I was gonna go to Mema's again last night, because I am on a mega-roll with the star punches, but, then, as I was leaving the house, I got a call from Tech Will, who was all, "Oooh, Rachel*, come over to House of Soul," which just seemed like a good idea. I used to eat there constantly when I lived in Tampa Heights, because I would take Columbus to get back from the mall, but then when I moved to

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128527052848406582005-10-05T10:34:00.000-04:002005-10-05T11:44:14.606-04:00

I started off last night at Mema's with Lil Sis. I love everything about Mema's - the delicious tacos, the cheerful bench seating, the happy-go-lucky twenty-somethings working for six bucks an hour, and especially, especially, the free taco cards.I am obsessed with the free taco cards! They use a hole-puncher shaped like a star! And for every ten tacos you buy, you get two free! I am a free taco

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128446304422791382005-10-04T12:32:00.000-04:002005-10-04T14:39:24.410-04:00

Oh, my. Well, I thought I was gonna kick it with Lil Sis at the James Joyce last night, but I never quite got around to even suggesting it, because, instead, I kicked it face-down on an examination table for most of the afternoon, and, somehow, that just sucks the fun outta the idea of Ybor on a Monday.In a nutshell, I dropped from cortisol shock yesterday. And I mean, dropped. Like down for the

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128357148247550142005-10-03T11:56:00.000-04:002005-10-03T13:25:46.653-04:00

The past few days have been ridiculous for me. I did lots and lots of surface things that I always do - bounced around from club to club, saw this person, that person, and the other - but, along the lines of all this, I had this bizarre realization that has been brewing in me for quite some time, only I just became aware of exactly how the past fits into my life presently.I'm gonna have to pull

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1128035825472633342005-09-29T17:50:00.000-04:002005-09-29T19:17:05.550-04:00

Through a special kind of magic, I got my hands on a bunch of awesome books today! One is How to Restore Your Datsun Z-Car, which details all sorts of fun things that I usually leave in the capable hands of my sparkly-eyed mechanic, but the other one, On Datsun Z!, was written, like, totally in some fatalistic way, where God imbued a Mr. Ziff-Davis with some innate understanding of just what

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127958952365065392005-09-28T21:12:00.000-04:002005-09-28T21:55:52.416-04:00

So, one thing I'm re-noticing, what with the recent re-entry into the workforce, is that most people are decidedly average-looking during the day. All around me are people who are gainfully employed and likely pretty good at their jobs. One would imagine they take pride in their positions and are well-liked by their coworkers and lunchmates. So what's with all the bloated faces and sagging

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127857522247934942005-09-27T17:21:00.000-04:002005-09-27T17:56:57.020-04:00

Well, I'm back on the Melanie Griffith tip today. The old job - which, honestly, I never should have given up in the first place - has given me some work on a super-important, top-secret project.I might not be as enthusiastic in a few weeks, but, for real, work is fun! I got a whole bunch of corporate vixen clothes and I get to make serious eye contact with men in dress shirts and strut all over

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127781284209016982005-09-26T21:26:00.000-04:002005-09-26T21:24:43.343-04:00

Nature does not like me. This is just true. If there is a sharp and jutting branch, a hidden anthill, Christ, even a spiky fish washed ashore, it will get me. On purpose. This is God's way of saying I spend too much time in the mall, I'm sure, but it's a funny way of showing it.On Saturday, I actually communed with nature quite a bit, though. And it was my idea, too! I just got this beautiful

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127784175530427402005-09-26T21:22:00.000-04:002005-09-26T21:22:55.536-04:00

(Mark gets a healthy dose of sunblock. That's all we're doing here. I swear.)

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We rode for about five miles, crossing the county line, into the little town of Trilby, which I didn't even know existed. There was all this village idyll going on - the post office was, like, a woodframe shack and everywhere you looked was some building sponsoring a Methodist group of some form or another. There were no bars or restaurants or even country stores full of money-wasting

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127490753553699742005-09-23T11:23:00.000-04:002005-09-23T17:34:49.896-04:00

Suddenly, I am enamored with foods I never gave a hoot about, like bacon and tomatoes and clam chowder, but, most recently, I love steak! Love it! Mark and I went to El Puerto for dinner last night, and, basically, it was the best meal I've ever had as far as an overall qualitative restaurant experience.There was none of that, "Oh my God! This is so good!" silliness that you're imagining -

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127431277673496802005-09-22T18:54:00.000-04:002005-09-22T19:23:12.813-04:00

Every time I go to Sangria's, the dude who owns it is all scowling up at everybody. I have no idea why you might own a successful South Tampa restaurant full of beautiful, cash-laden people and be angry all the time, but there we have it. That dude is mad. So mad, in fact, that when we tried to have a hearty yellow rice-based dinner, the general environment was so stiffly unpleasant that we

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127348691264123802005-09-21T19:54:00.000-04:002005-09-21T20:24:51.333-04:00

Does anyone know what the Ale House is actually called? Mark calls it "4th St." which is odd, since it's on MLK. Upon arrival, glowing green letters shout, "St. Petersburg Ale House," but then, once inside, small placards say, "Miller's Ale House." So, um, take a guess where I went last night.We started off well, even if the place is a little corporatized. Double shots of vodka for five bucks

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127262883458525522005-09-20T19:27:00.000-04:002005-09-20T20:34:43.523-04:00

Is there anything better than shopping? Well, hmm, sex and Ecstacy are better than shopping, but is there anything else better than shopping?No. There is not.I'm feeling the glen patterns this fall. Note I said "patterns" and not "plaids." The true plaids are distinguished by a tighter box plaid at the four corners of the larger box, despite myriad variations on the theme. Glenning actually

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127148963114404702005-09-19T12:29:00.000-04:002005-09-19T12:56:03.180-04:00

Today is an unusual day for me. Not today-today, specifically, but September 19.For starters, when I was just a wet, little squishy-seed inside my mom, September 19 was supposed to be my due date, but, then, the summer of 1980 was unbearably hot, and we all know I'm the Princess of Hotness, so I busted out a few weeks early at the end of August.I met my first real boyfriend on September 19. His

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1127147306427314352005-09-16T11:58:00.000-04:002005-09-19T13:00:34.166-04:00

So, me and Lil Sis spent Thursday night carousing around South Tampa, thinking, for some reason, that Po'Boys would be hot and poppin'. There were these three dudes at the bar in variations on the ocean blue oxford (sexier than the original stonewashed blue) with, like, ties and carefully trimmed facial hair. Two of them were decent looking, but only in the way that most people are, and one of

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126823632505398782005-09-15T16:43:00.000-04:002005-09-15T18:33:52.566-04:00

Today I went to the mechanic's again. You know I'm there way too much when the woman behind the counter says to me genially, "You know James?""No, not really.""The tow truck driver?""Nah, I don't know him.""Tall, long dark brown hair, big blue eyes. Real good-looking, usually wears shorts even though we tease him about it.""Hmm, interesting that I wouldn't notice that," I said."He's gotta a

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126734307402223112005-09-14T17:03:00.000-04:002005-09-14T17:45:07.466-04:00

I do Mark's laundry for him. I'm not entirely sure how this started, but I don't mind. I am surprisingly traditional in some ways, and, to my mind, cooking and cleaning are the domain solely of women. I know there are lots of helpful men out there who do these things as part and parcel of making their own messes and needing to eat - and don't actually consider it "helpful," but "necessary" - but

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126653321692667302005-09-13T18:49:00.000-04:002005-09-13T19:15:21.736-04:00

So, today, I was out and about doing normal daytime things when what should my eyes behold, but a strapping, solid firefighter about to buy himself a tasty, lickable treat. He appeared to be the full package - six-five, brick-house arms, an ass I'd happily bounce a quarter on, and a big, square jaw.I have very little interest in ice cream and am quite aware of how completely irreplaceable my

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126547099696675072005-09-12T13:12:00.000-04:002005-09-12T13:44:59.793-04:00

Why is it so surprising that I quit smoking? Like actually quit, not like am struggling with patches and whining all day long.I've had several people in the past few days say things to me like, "Hmm, I didn't think you'd really do it," and "I thought you were joking," and "I didn't really see that lasting."Would it be more pleasant for everyone if I started complaining about how the smell of

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126545107741047952005-09-12T11:50:00.000-04:002005-09-12T13:11:47.816-04:00

Saturday might have been the most debauched night of my life. I don't wanna get too rough on that ass, but by Sunday night, Mark and I were like, "Whoo, what the f*ck?" The evening started off decently enough with me and Mark coolin' at Frescos with Coworker Mike, but even at that, we were sorta wilin' without realizing it. See, I've got this kinda funny, very unimportant habit of knotting

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126377862971283102005-09-10T14:28:00.000-04:002005-09-10T14:44:22.980-04:00

Oooh, look at my hair!My hair is exactly waist-length. I'm pretty careful about not letting it get any longer or shorter than that, so when you see my hair soaked from roots to tips like this, you know somebody made me move.That somebody would be DJ Tony at Jackson's. Wow.I did the whole previously scheduled itinerary, which was neat. I got sorta swindled into buying a spoooooooky picture at the

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126287820111825452005-09-09T12:57:00.000-04:002005-09-09T16:03:21.316-04:00

This week, you may have noticed, has been kinda boring for me what with the law school tossing and all. Well, OK, maybe the tossing itself might have been a little exciting, but the aftermath was boring, because I've been trying to find a job all week.Job-hunting itself is actually sorta glamorous, too. I get to chit-chat with a bunch of people about what they do at their jobs, and tell them all

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126200009487131352005-09-08T12:46:00.000-04:002005-09-08T13:20:09.556-04:00

Lil Sis, learning I was around the corner, asked me if I would pick up some lunch for her at Jerk Hut today, resulting in a full comedy of errors that I don't think I could replicate if I even just tried to f*ck with some unsuspecting waitress somewhere.I ordered a curry chicken plate for Lil Sis' lunch and a curry vegetable roti, thinking we could split it for dinner, the way sisters who are

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126116960367945052005-09-07T13:39:00.000-04:002005-09-07T14:16:00.436-04:00

Normally, people hate the DMV. I don't - never have.In fact, you might even say I like the DMV. I went yesterday with only the goal of getting an appointment, and had a lovely conversation with a boy of about eighteen who had his license beaten off him by Gainesville police during a public urination arrest.The time I went before that I met a puffy-haired Christian who was there to restore his

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1126030731118579532005-09-06T13:23:00.000-04:002005-09-06T14:18:51.190-04:00

I've read recently several finely detailed posts on other blogs about dreams. I like dreams, always have, and am scarily astute at interpreting them for other people. Dream interpretation is wickedly simple, the only thing left in the universe that doesn't fail the Fruedian concepts. Ever. Perfect Ceez, I think, can back me up on this, if only from the multiple times I've wowed her with this

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125933259543312342005-09-05T10:44:00.000-04:002005-09-05T11:14:19.613-04:00

The Times has a nifty back page article on how much fun blogging is! The instructional tone sorta made me giggle here, but I like the lists of free software.But, upon further inspection, what is this sentence?"Another Florida blogger found strangers showed up at theatres and restaurants when she wrote she was headed there."Interesting, very interesting. Especially since there is a section in the

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125692076654655352005-09-02T15:36:00.000-04:002005-09-02T16:14:36.723-04:00

Well, it looks like I finished law school a little earlier than planned.Interesting, because some of the violations listed, wow, I am totally busted. Some of them, though, are so baseless as to be nothing but gleeful crucifixion on the part of one Dean Scarlett Guy, recipient of assh*le student complaints about, you guessed it, Midnight Culmination and the salacious content herein. The gentleman

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125673416109312022005-09-01T10:21:00.000-04:002005-09-02T11:14:27.003-04:00

I'm not always the most rational girl in the world, but I've never been one to buy into mass hysteria. Like the way people are going nuts about gas.Twice, I swung by this one gas station in the 'Burg, while on the way to other places, only to find cars lined up out into the street. I might propose that such madness creates artificial market conditions, but what would be the point?This lady, above

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125516671045769962005-08-31T14:59:00.000-04:002005-08-31T15:31:52.736-04:00

Normally, I don't f*ck with lunch, because I don't care, but, this morning, my refrigerator consisted of white chocolate truffles, a slice of birthday cake, an enormous bottle of vodka, an enormous bottle of rum, and mustard. If I'm perfectly honest, this didn't bother me at all, because I am spending all day today drafting a mock demand letter, and I think copious amounts of sugar and liquor

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125459308887062742005-08-30T22:50:00.000-04:002005-08-30T23:42:14.313-04:00

We are all probably more than aware of the fact that I am very, very vain. So vain, in fact, that even though I have spent approximately three months straining to see the whiteboard and TV monitors in class, I didn't really consider seeng an optometrist, because glasses are not part of the flawlessly super-sexy image I want to put out to the world. Contacts offer no recourse, either, because I am

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125373056032353872005-08-29T22:53:00.000-04:002005-08-29T23:37:36.113-04:00

I'm on this list for the Improv that's supposed to be a big deal or something. They treat me well, sending me free passes for weeknight shows and stuff like that, so it's cool. I saw a magic show that was sorta entertaining once. I saw a not-very-funny show that was supposed to be all sexually charged, but, honestly, the comic was so busted that I couldn't take the innuendo seriously at all.

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125340648729765582005-08-29T12:19:00.000-04:002005-08-29T14:37:28.810-04:00

My, my, did the Birthday Extravaganza turn out differently than I supposed. Basically, since I hammered myself and everyone around me into oblivion for days on end, by the time Saturday - which was supposed to be Ultimate Extravaganza Day - rolled around, I instead ate a big plate of vegetable curry and snuggled under the covers, smashing my entire head and body, baby-kangaroo style, into Mark's

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1125068113918924462005-08-26T09:09:00.000-04:002005-08-26T10:57:31.626-04:00

Today is my birthday!!!I haven't thought about anything else for days now, and decided to just kick it off on Wednesday, so that by the time the weekend's over, I will have had five full days of birthday extravaganza!! Strangely, most of Wednesday's festivities were blogcentric. Seeing bloggers for real is cool, because you get to know things they don't write, so you feel like you know a secret

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124857168069041382005-08-23T23:47:00.000-04:002005-08-24T00:19:28.116-04:00

I was listening, on the way to school in Gulfport today, without thinking about it, to Nine Inch Nails on Lil Sis' CD player. When I was fourteen, there was this hugely promoted NIN show in Long Island, and a bunch of my friends were psyched. I didn't really care. I had a mega-crush on Frankie Bones, a Brooklyn house DJ, and would follow him from Connecticut to Philadelphia, but Trent Reznor

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124731704851511622005-08-22T12:21:00.000-04:002005-08-22T13:28:24.926-04:00

My birthday's on Friday! I'm gonna be twenty-five!Now there was some talk of an enormous birthday party. The idea came about in bits and pieces and altogether by accident, but I've got a solid team here in town, and there was chatter among a few DJ's, a few bartenders, and maybe even a rock star or two, that, sure, we could probably get something awesome and earth-shattering together to

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124565474298376792005-08-20T15:12:00.000-04:002005-08-20T16:27:43.680-04:00

I just took this silly little quiz thing over at Find Your Spot that generates a list of cities you'd rock.Tampa came up as number one for me, followed by Miami, Los Angeles, West Palm Beach, and Fort Lauderdale.New Jersey didn't make the cut.Although we can see why Miami came up second. Lil Sis sends this token of esteem from the Aventura Mall. Apparently, the firefighters there are hard up for

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124501600132493552005-08-19T20:46:00.000-04:002005-08-19T21:38:33.416-04:00

So I quit smoking, right? And suddenly, I am realizing there is this entire universe of smells! Everywhere! Everything in the world has a smell! I swear to God, this may sound stupid as sh*t, but I had no idea. I have not smelled even a portion of what is around me for, like, ten years now! It is amazing! Amazing!And, even better, it's like the Fates are thrilled for me, too, because they sent

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124462568756922492005-08-19T10:20:00.000-04:002005-08-19T10:42:48.806-04:00

I've spent my morning so far reading in preparation for the start of classes next week. First up on the schedule is Professional Responsibility, which I'm sure will be a good thing for me. The first substantive passage we have to read is an excerpt called, "Unequal Justice: Lawyers and Social Change in Modern America," from a book on American legal history. We take the following fun facts from

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124399463663043322005-08-18T15:09:00.000-04:002005-08-18T17:11:03.756-04:00

I'm sure by now you can imagine me quite easily lampin' up at Mangroves on a Wednesday. Last night wasn't much different, except that, um, it totally was, and in some very key ways.First off, Kenny's gone. And you know, I think he tried to tell me a couple weeks ago that he was going, and I just, like, wasn't paying attention to the details or something, and, then, last night, I'm all, "Hey,

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124308082547513082005-08-17T15:15:00.000-04:002005-08-17T15:48:02.593-04:00

Motivated by nothing pure and good, I'm sure, the owner of Four Green Fields has installed a computer in the corner of the stage. The stage where either live musicians, such as the ever-smiling Pat Dunlea, or the occassionally in-town Black 47, would play. The stage that, when empty of actual talent, was temporary home to the charming Adrian and his completely ear-shattering Coldplay renditions

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124289990264489212005-08-17T09:56:00.000-04:002005-08-17T10:46:30.323-04:00

I had a troubling dream last night wherein I was standing at the window of an enormous room in the turret of a castle. I could see beautiful, rolling hills on the other side of a field in the distance, but there was a lake before them, directly below my window. I wasn't sad, really, just somewhat melancholy and a little bored. I wanted to run across the field, check out what might be on the

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124217032178861412005-08-16T14:05:00.000-04:002005-08-16T14:36:07.153-04:00

Last night I had dinner at Outback. I'm not a big fan of chain restaurants on the whole, but the invitation came right around dinner time, and, since I can't get my ass anywhere on my own, I figured the company would more than make up for the predictable environment. Actually, I ended up having a great time. The margaritas were two-for-one, and our waitress was what Lindsay Lohan should wish she

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124141609986534182005-08-15T17:06:00.000-04:002005-08-15T17:33:30.040-04:00

I love Salem's! How could anyone not? This is a joint where you can drive up at four in the morning and ask for a bucket of pink lemonade and a bag of curly fries and the whole time, a happy, bobble-headed guy smiles at you and thanks you at length in that charmingly repetitive way that Arabs show appreciation.One day, long ago, I happened to use a credit card at Salem's, and Mr. Salem noticed

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124124592738005472005-08-15T11:24:00.000-04:002005-08-15T12:54:43.556-04:00

Lil Sis is having a field day with my mess of a weekend.She started by leaving a few really terrible comments in yesterday's post that I immediately erased, because they were too hurtful. She had me in a bit of a panic, honestly, because I can't sit by my computer all freaking night monitoring her twisted sense of humor. When she got home, I told her to cut it out, and she had some choice words

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1124044141844507582005-08-14T12:33:00.000-04:002005-08-14T18:46:42.190-04:00

A long time ago, Mark went through this phase that he later claimed he didn't remember where he posited that one of the reasons most novice fiction was crap was because it drew upon too much of the author's predictable, real life experience. I thought it would make an interesting exercise, so I began to write a story that mirrored real events.Fiction stories take a long time. They are not blog

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123889812502478452005-08-12T19:18:00.000-04:002005-08-12T19:36:52.510-04:00

OK, obviously I have a little bit of a maturity problem when it comes to the bakery case at Publix. I still think those bananas were super-funny, but, you know, it's like Publix does it on purpose or something. Are we supposed to believe that there isn't someone up in marketing who totally has a seventh-grade, sex-jokes sense of humor? Look at what that sign says! Cream horns! Cream horns?! My

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123869029011789662005-08-12T13:06:00.000-04:002005-08-12T13:50:29.093-04:00

I'm sad to say my boy Chris is knocking on heaven's door. Apparently, a couple weeks ago, he was tooling around in his friend's boat, fell out the side, and got run over and sliced to bits by the propeller while his friend was looking for him. When I read the article, I was like, "Well, that sucks," but new reports have come my way since, and they're not pretty. The "propeller, which sliced

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123862265329501082005-08-12T11:24:00.000-04:002005-08-12T11:57:45.423-04:00

So, yesterday, some crackhead tried to bust up in my joint and take all my worldly goods. Luckily, I foiled him at the window, but it was very, very scary.Actually, the face-to-face sighting really wasn't that scary. My phone singing, "We are unable to place this emergency call," time and time again was kinda scary. My repeated, failed attempts to call various strong boys was kinda scary. I

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123708512732506582005-08-10T16:35:00.000-04:002005-08-10T17:15:12.773-04:00

You know, I think I wanna come back in my next life as Gordon Davis. Not only does he own two fabulous restaurants, he's got, like, the nicest staff in the universe. Last night, I went to Ceviche at 11:52. Ceviche closes at midnight. Now, I was saying hello to the lovely Jasper and AK, who were finishing up their shift, and who command you to go check out D'Visitors at Mangroves tonight, but

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123637895361529462005-08-09T21:20:00.000-04:002005-08-10T09:14:33.866-04:00

So, me and Ex went to the Rack last night. The Rack is a complete bizarro world every time, this unabashed jump-off point for the South Tampa cognoscenti.Last night, I saw Strip Club Steve and his constantly beleaguered wife, playing pool with characteristic unloving competitiveness. Two minutes later, I was chattering away at Brazilian Inga, a fellow UT grad with a penchant for gorgeous silk

Rachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1123552550915465202005-08-08T20:41:00.000-04:002005-08-09T00:24:27.960-04:00

I think, today, I'm going to do something I don't normally care about doing here, and that is, first, recap something in the mainstream media (just like all the other bloggers, ooooh!), and, secondly, talk about a bunch of my obnoxious personal feelings.I read this profile on Jennifer Aniston in Vanity Fair. I don't care about Jennifer Aniston at all. I watched Friends in the nineties, like

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I love my Play Machine, and, thus, I am very worried about it wilting under the large oak tree in front of my apartment. The other day, I went outside and turned the engine, and it totally revved up, and I was bumpin' in my head, thinking about how the Legend needed to give me my radio back. Then, he came over, and it wouldn't work. The engine just would not turn over. No matter what I did, I

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Some time last week, the Legend and I went to Big City Tavern in Ybor. As we were settling in, he asked, quite naturally, how Perfect Ceez was doing."Oh, she's doing good. Her and the Iraqi Stud . . ." and, thus, I unwound the creamy satin ribbon of all the magical, romantic things they've been doing, including hotels and puppies and, copiously, each other.The Legend, astute law-school drop-out

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We really cannot deny that I am a bit of an electric young lady.The classic story is the Tale of the Panic Attack Prince, wherein it might appear on the surface that the emotional shortcomings of the gentleman in question wrecked the evening, but, no, in actuality, it was my fault because I blew out a bunch of lights. Like the entire front half of the apartment upon entering the threshold, and

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So, I've been just a little obsessed with Mike Jones recently. I don't know why. Maybe I need to get my driver's license back or something, because, while his number no longer accepts incoming calls, I spent weeks leaving these ridiculous messages for him. Really, it's his fault. He shouldn't be puttin' his number all over that album if he doesn't want me calling him.At first, I was sorta

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There are approximately seventy hours left to vote for the Weekly Planet's Best of the Bay.So go vote! Tell the Weekly Planet that Midnight Culmination is the "Best Local Blog."And you know how there's that option to write a little parapgraph about something? Yeah, tell them all the hot thoughts you have about me.

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Well, this is sorta special. On Saturday, Atlanta reader Shireen - a complete stranger before this weekend - emailed me an invitation to meet her and her traveling companions at Bernini in Ybor for the kickoff of her bachelorette weekend. Shireen will be marrying a Latino stripper named Claudio, who prefers a fireman costume while at work, and whom she actually met at another bachelorette party.

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