It is a trifle nippy here in the house by the sea. Save the crudest form of solar power (windows) and a very pricey but ineffectual propane stove, I don't have heat. Sometimes I wish I could curl up in the drier. Sometimes I sit in the truck with the heat on. Sometimes I just stay in bed.
Why I can't stop: Fire between my fingers
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
5 comments:
Ah. No comments, either. Li have take his leave. Mebbe nice Chinee salesman better than alone.
Bruce-San say "When you're alone you're alone". Bruce Walt Whiteman of Li's world.
i'm sorry you are so cold it sounds like a really good reason to smoke but maybe you could try a hot bath???? hot water helps... and then there is always the electric blanket wrapped around you at the kitchen table plugged into the nearest socket....just thinking about this cold you describe makes me want to smoke ....good luck !!!
I think this Neruda guy suggests a good lead in to my new 2-hour CSI, Providence show. It's a spinoff of CSI Detroit.The Chippendale corset strangler moves east again, back to Block Island. He's been buying his corsets from this Chinese guy, Chang Li. Li is based in New York but he sells on the internet, and he's really pissed at one of his customers. Some surfing broad who lives on the Block.
So Chip decides to kill her for Li.
First, he gets a job dancing at the Yellow Kittens at night, and a second job working at the B.I. dump during the day. The dump is where he meets the babe...her name is Claudia something... and he asks her out on a date. Things heat up when the weather cools down, and she invites him over to see her home improvements. This babe has no heat, so she suggests she and Chip snuggle in the electric blanket. So they're like, in the middle of this big seduction scene. The dude actually is torn... he's resolved to kill her but finds himself falling in love with her. But just as he's about to give in to his passion, he sees this miniature toilet she's bought from Li, and Chip goes ballisic. He throws her in the hot-tub, E.B. and all. Ouch! get the picture?
What is E.B.?
And, like, where IS my hot tub?
1}Electric blanket. Like, duh!
2} This is a film script. Double duh.
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