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you did what?
Wednesday, August 13, 2003

When did my life become an HBO sitcom? I’ve been trying to shy away from the basic diary-like posts. I figure it’s much more interesting to learn about who I am, rather than what I did last night. But I just have to say – last night was fucking crazy. I don’t know what was in the air or what I did to bring about such a totally unexpected pairing, but I enjoyed it and have been giggling all morning. I guess sometimes life just deals you a hand worth playing.


e-mail me if you want the details.

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Calling time and temperature just for some company
Monday, August 11, 2003

I can’t possibly do any more work right now. Rhett Miller is on 90.5 singing a new song that he wrote with Murray (a la Old 97’s). It’s a great song and I just CAN NOT wait to see him tonight. I’ve loved the Old 97’s for a long long time, in fact “big brown eyes” was my and my ex’s song. I still love the song even though the relationships over. I’ve seen them live a bunch, and pretty much worn out all of their CD’s. Now I will regale you with a torrent of Old 97’s memories.

Spring/2000 - - In college I was on the university planning committee, affectionately known as the UPC by its members. Our job was to provide entertainment and events to the campus – an alternative for greek life, if you will. This mainly consisted of three big events a year and then smaller monthly events. All though we tried to survey the student body to find out what they were interested in, it was basically up to the whim of the UPC members. Well, my sophomore year I decided to throw my weight around and bring the Old 97’s to campus. It was a tough fight because about half the group wanted Pat Green, but after much deliberation and calls for compromise we put it to a vote and the Old 97’s came out ahead. Yippee! It was one of the coolest live music experiences I’ve ever had; my favorite band playing outside the student center at my college with my boyfriend (who had recently enlisted in the navy) at my side.

Spring/2001 - - A group of about 6 of my friends and I went down to see the Old 97’s at Antoine’s in Austin. Antoine’s is a great venue that I frequent as often as I can. The boys put on a fabulous show and then Rhett played a 2-song encore of acoustics. This was the first time I heard Question, a song that I often find myself humming when there isn’t any music playing. After Rhett’s solo stuff, the rest of the guys came back on a played a kick-ass encore set that culminated with “big brown eyes” as the last of 4 songs. They totally rocked it and I was right in the middle of my “missing my boyfriend with all my heart” phase so it felt like they were playing it just for him and me. It was incredibly awesome.

Christmas/2001 - - sweet cheeks and I were visiting my parents in Houston and discovered that the Old 97’s were playing in Austin. We jumped in the car and headed west. Unfortunately my car had other plans and overheated before we could get more than an hour on the road. It was very sad, and I really don’t like thinking about it, but true to form, the two of us had a great time just hanging out.

Christmas/2002 - - big group of friends down at La Zona Rosa. Great, Great, Great, show. We totally partied like rock stars. This was probably the best Old 97’s show as far as the actual sound goes. They were just totally at the top of their game and played all the songs I love to hear.

I’ve seen The Old 97’s a few other times, and of course they’re always great – these are just the shows that stand out in my head. Hopefully after tonight I’ll have another great music experience.

Ally signed off at 03:40 p.m.

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Be Strong
Monday, August 11, 2003

My Monday Mantra:

I will not sneak down to the canteen and stuff myself full of nutterbutters and cheez-nips. I will save said nutterbutters and cheez-nips for the people who gave blood and rightfully deserve nutterbutters and cheez-nips. I do not need nor do I really want the nutterbutters and cheez-nips.

any encouragement to keep me away from the evil snacks would be greatly appreciated!


And a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY shout-out to the boss! Much love to ya babe!

Ally signed off at 08:05 a.m.

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Lazy Thursday
Thursday, August 7, 2003

Ok - The quiz says I'm:

You are Love. You love life, you love all those around you
and the world that you live in. You are happiest when
you are doing something for someone else
or for the common good of mankind.

You are Lust. Every part of you screams "Do me now!"
You exude sexuality and while others sometimes
view you as a slut, you see yourself as only
giving into your base desires.

What Emotion Are You?
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I concur!
Tuesday, August 5, 2003


This from the mental spigot. I feel exactly the same way and I've been sitting here trying to convey it without plagiarizing his words. I finally realized I can't. So instead, here are his words - I’m in total agreement, and probably if I met him in the "real world" I would want to be his cannibal girl. Then we could watch Joe vs. the Volcano, and listen to the Clash. Doesn’t it sound dreamy?

stolen from courtesy of the mental spigot:
August 01, 2003
Cannibal girls

You know what I want now?
A really fucking hot and steamy affair.

Like the ripping off clothes, tossing each other into walls, knocking over tables whilst fucking type hot and steamy affair.

The kind where you're sore and have bruises all over your body the next day.
The kind where you're compelled to molest each other in public places.
The kind where you spend entire weekends in bed, forgetting to eat, ripping the phone cord out of the wall, and just making out and fucking.


Yeah, baby.



Yeah, baby.


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Woulda...Shoulda....Coulda.....
Monday, August 4, 2003


The Warrior had an interesting post on Saturday, and I’m going to copy it, with a twist. Her’s was directed to guys, mine go towards both genders. Mostly old things I’ve been harboring for awhile, I’d like to think that means that I’ve gotten better at saying what I mean when I mean it, and not letting opportunities pass that I’ll regret later, but here are the first few things that popped into my head when I thought about going back and speaking up.

The Things I wish I would have said –

- I don’t need your popularity, and I’m not going to let you lord over me with your stupid, “there just weren’t enough seats at the lunch table” bullshit

- That’s fine. I let go of this friendship a long time ago.

- You can take this 1st Lieutenant sash and shove it right up your ass.

- I really really love your band and it would make me sublimely happy to have a conversation with you….How’s life?

- This is completely unreasonable, and I want you to know that I am no longer concerned with the grade I get in this class, because you have proved yourself to be a horse’s ass on too many occasions.

- You have absolutely no class, and if you treat my friend with anything but the utmost respect from this point on, you will have me to deal with.

- I’m done talking about you. You’re not listening to me, so it would be much better for both of us if you just took a bubble bath and talked to yourself. I’m not here to make you feel better about the mistakes you keep making.



I thought about adding what I actually said in those situations, but decided I’d rather leave myself with a strong voice, but if you’re interested – put it in the comments and I might tell you later. I know, I’m a whore for the comments.


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A picture's worth a thousand words
Monday, August 4, 2003


Prom in the ghetto. Enjoy.

Ally signed off at 03:32 p.m.

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An Acceptance Speech
Monday, August 4, 2003


Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I have to say this is so unexpected. I didn’t even realize I was nominated. There’s just so many people to thank I don’t know where to begin. I guess, thank you Grayledge, for hosting a fabulous soiree that allowed me to party hard enough to warrant the “Jeff Fowler partier of the night” award. Thank you to my parents: who taught me, by example, to become a night owl and not need more than 4 hours sleep a night. Thank you, to the beer companies for providing me with liquid refreshment to sustain me throughout the night of partying. A big Thanks to all the out-of-towners that made it to the party, allowing me to throw my hands up in the air, run towards you and spend 5 minutes talking about how we never see each other any more. This I’m sure, added greatly to my “social butterfly” image that contributed to making me “Jeff Fowler’s Partier of the night”. Thank you to my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Reuss (heinous bitch that she was) for not driving that D.A.R.E. message home, thus allowing me to partake of some fabulous party favors at said soiree, without which I may not have made it through the night. To the environmentalist - I was hurt that you didn’t say good-bye before you left, but now I know it’s because you were literally hurt (try and be bit more careful near glass windows next time). So for that I forgive you, and thank you for the dance. Let’s do it again soon. Thank you Mr. And Mrs. K for the Karaoke – might I suggest a song though? No karaoke collection is complete without a little Huey Lewis and the News, Power of Love. That song would have totally rocked. I’d also like to thank the managers of the motel behind the Grayledge house; for providing a pool for us to swim in once the sun came up. Thank you to Hottie #2(not less hot than #1, just different) for “dark” clothes to swim in, and last but certainly not least - a big thanks to Casey Jones for braving the 7 am traffic to get the few remaining soldiers breakfast tacos, without you, I probably would have starved to death. This is such an honor; I’m truly blessed to have received it, and I thank you 4 boys of Grayledge for bestowing me with this mark of distinction. Thank you.

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Validation!
Friday, August 1, 2003


Sometimes I feel like my time on the internet could be better spent. I could be reading CNN and learning about current events and the economy, instead of mocking the world at the onion the onion. If I spent half of the time I was online reading educational sites, I would probably be a much more aware and informed person. This isn’t to say that I’m totally ignorant of what’s going on around me. I have the headlines on my yahoo home page, and the scrolling news ticker on my IM. I click on the links that seem interesting, but overall I would say my internet time can mainly be filed as Entertainment. So imagine how surprised I was to discover that I had actually read about a story before it was even in the news. I suddenly felt validated; as if all my time spent reading about people’s lives was suddenly worth more than just satiating my voyeuristic tendencies. Via the blogosphere I was privy to a first hand account, when the papers didn’t even have the full story until the next day! Ok, I think I’ve gotten ahead of myself. I’ll start back at the beginning.

So it’s Wednesday, and I’m reading my blogs as usual, and Sandy has posted an IM conversation that she had with her cousin. It’s about her cousin’s morning commute, and basically involves a woman giving birth on a subway. I read it and thought, “man, that’s gross. One more reason I won’t be having kids.” and then moved on.

well today I’m reading my blogs and I come across this.


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SWF seeks......
Thursday, July 31, 2003


Honestly, this doesn’t sound so bad

3 EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMAN. Doctor, Lawyer, pilot, 3WM’s, height/weight prop, straight, friends, refined, handsome, athletic, healthy, seeking replacement princess, 20’s-30’s, to pamper, spoil and share when in Austin. Be extraordinary and nice like us.

but I guess that’s how it starts, you respond to one little ad, it seems so innocent. Then before you know it you’re turning tricks on the corner of Rundberg, thinking about answering ads that are more like this.

TATTOOED AND PIERCED alien adventurer, disabled in saucer crash, wants to experience earthling pleasure rituals with willing natives. All races, shapes, sizes, are welcome; MIB need not respond.

For the inspirational personals, I’d like to thank The Austin Chronicle’s Variations page. It’s a veritable train wreck, I don’t want to watch, but I can’t look away. The only thing better than the variations page, is A Shot in the Dark. It’s so very Desperately Seeking Susan

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