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I run with scissors.

Is there something wrong with that woman's right breast or is that a pillow tucked under her arm?

looked to me like it worked out for you. Your dress was gorgeous!

I swear, not me. Not ME. But this one bitch I know who will be getting out of jail in December...........well, I'm starting to think differently about guns now.

Good lord, man! No joke. Every time I go there, I end up getting the Madras Meatloaf even though I ponder and drool over the specials of the day. And though I've had better desserts, it is just so much fun saying "Carlotta Chocolatta Ice Cream Cheesecake"! They have another (nicer) location in Eastern Market in the OLD fire station. But I really prefer a hole in the wall in Dearborn called Thai Palace II on Michigan Avenue. It's even cheaper and tastier (imo) than Sala and you get free soup in the dinner hour. Too far away for me. My favorite places are no more: Monty's (was on Harper in SCS--I waitressed there for eons, got the job b/c I was there so much, lol) and that late night place that was next to a bakery (the one that is now, um, um, whatsit, food is decent--shit. Well I can't remember. But they had good samosas at the place that is no more. This was back in 2000. Damn. Oh well. Now, I pretty much go to Linda's at 9 mi and Harper. Not bad. Not terrific either. I'll have to check it out. Currently my favorite is Al Shalal on Warren just west of Telegraph. Good lamb. Others I like: Los Galanes in Mexican town, but just for the goat. The rest is pretty unremarkable. Absolutely everything I've ever had at Atlas Global Bistro on Woodward downtown, but is very expensive (for my budget), like a maybe once a year thing, for my Mom's birthday or something. Baile Corcaigh in Corktown on Bagley. Best filet I have ever had! They brought me one nearly rare; I sent it back and they gave me a blue one, just like I like it. And of course, the potatoes rocked. Appetizers are worth it, too. Nice selection of beers on tap. As far as bakeries go, I'm partial to Shatila on Warren (near Greenfield, I think). I haven't been in a while, but I've had some tasty dishes at Majestic Cafe. Da'Eduardo's on Mack Ave in Grosse Pointe. Gets expensive fast, if you like wine. Msterbeau, I second your opinion on The Original Pancake House. Weekly breakfast tradition in my family since we moved to GP in 1980. Oh, and I wish I could remember the name of that diner that had the best BLT I'd ever had. Darn. When I figure it out, I'll post it. The rest aren't in this state, so I won't bother putting them down here.

Ha! I was a waitress there once; a long time ago, that.

When the prosecutor has subpoenaed your grandmother to testify against you, as a character witness.

I only wear one and I got it for free from an ex-coworker, but I love it: Donna Karan's Black Cashmere. It's only mildly sweet and a bit spicy. It has saffron, masala spices, white pepper, clove, nutmeg, pimento berries, broom flower, patchouli, rose, incense, wengue wood, bois de miel, and labdanum (a plant alternative to ambergris).

I've been thinking that "up" is a determination based upon our relation to the largest gravitational body in proximity to us--namely that "up" is the state of being pointed away from that body. So say you are in space, equidistant from and betwixt two enormous but gravitationally equivalent bodies....which way is "up"? I think any which way would be "down", really.

Guilty for calling into work today, though I took plenty of much needed rest. And thanks to that loooong hot shower, I can breathe again.

Fur or leather?

Binkie? As in super-soft?

"I'm sorry." Oops. Wrong category. That's something that should mean everything but usually means nothing.

If she divulged that to you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?

Wouldn't "start" require one to have "stopped"?

Anxious, peeved, irritated, sickly. I'm going out for a smoke.

yer taco (hee hee hee).

Don't you hate it when people post too quickly and your response appears in the wrong place? Doesn't it make you feel like an ass?

Is that rhetorical or redundant?

You dream you are a tiger, yet you know you are a ghost.

I has boogers. (not a reply to Rev. lol)

Maybe was jean skirt?

What's to stop me?

Puce.

September issue of "Poetry" and, for class, The Vintage Book of Contemporary Short Stories edited by Tobias Wolff. I think the title is a little paradoxical.