Tuesday, September 26, 2006
  ECHO (echo...) HELLO? (hello?) PINCH HITTING FOR PEDRO BORBON, MANNY MOTA (mota...)
There's virtually nothing left in the dee-luxe apartment.

Back where I started, a little more than a year ago.

I have a chair, a tv, one lamp, and a whole lot of space for weird apartment noises to bounce around...

I sold the couch and chair to a nice woman from Racine, who drives a Dodge pickup truck (yeah, it's got a hemi).

I sold the coffee table (that I inherited from my ex from way back in the Queen City of the Sound) and the bookshelf to a Marquette Law 1L.

I sold my childhood dresser drawers/bedroom set to a 2nd year Marquette Dental student. He and his wife have a baby on the way and need new places to put clothes.

I sold my childhood desk and chair to a student, I think from UWM. There wasn't a whole lot of studying done on that desk in high school, so I think it's like-new.
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Odd how, even though there was money exchanged, I felt like I was helping these folks out. Providing them with stuff that I used for years, at a low rate, that they'll hopefully be able to use and enjoy for years to come.

A whole hell of a lot better than trashing it.
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I'm watching 40 Year Old Virgin for maybe the 76th time. I think I've got most of the important lines down.

Wedding Crashers is also on the HBO on-demand. The count for that flick is somewhere around 88. Got that one on the personal C:/ drive as well.

At 100 viewings, you get a free set of steak knives.
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My fantasy football squad is 3-0.

And I know virtually zero about football.

So, you know, whatever.
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Alright, I'm sleepy. And it's dark in here. And eerie. WAIT! What the shampoo was that?

I see dead people...

yh&os,
 
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It's Marques Ranching Colston and don't ever forget it...
 
Thanks Colston.

By the way, T.O. is a pussy. Favre used to take 35 vikes and then go play 3rd and long from his own 18.
 
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