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The motel's manager was standing in the corner wringing his hands and nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. "What's your name buddy?" Dicky growled as he walked up to the right of Ray. "Fffreddie…" "What's your full name, genius?" "Fffrederrrrick Montery" "Why are you so jumpy Freddie?" Ray asked in a nicer tone than Dicky. "I-I  just get nervous around cops.  Nothing ever happened like this around here before.  Usually the customers just keep to themselves and are in and out." "So, it's more of an hourly place than a nightly huh?" Ray asked. "Y--Yes, we have some regulars that stay upstairs for longer stays but most o

The internet is such a great and terrible thing. I'm not even sure that something could be more awesome and dastardly at the same time. Maybe donuts. Or this crazy 70's kid's show that Mike and I watched the other night. It was the type of show that made us wonder if ANY show made in the late 60's/early 70's was created by people that were not clearly on acid? Anyway, LSD aside, this particular instance of internet horriblawesomeness, if you will, occurred because of a show called Nurse Jackie and my irrational fear of spiders. Nurse Jackie is a show on Showtime that I'd like to watch but I seem to always forget it's on. A couple weeks ago I

So, it's been 8 years since Sept. 11th and it's true what they say. You always remember where you were when something like that happens. My mom used to say that she can remember the assassination of JFK like it was yesterday and I never really understood that concept until I was alive during a similar national tragedy. I can't remember yesterday but damn do I remember that morning 8 years ago. I can even remember the weather. I remember every terrible minute. Watching those buildings fall over and over again. I try not to dwell on terrible things in my past but I think it would be irresponsible not to remember it. Remembering how I felt. How

I realized WAY too late the other night that the show I was zoned out watching was Big Brother After Dark on Showtime and I had just spent a good 25 minutes watching strangers eat. Isn't it amazing how one person can seemingly take up an entire sidewalk when you are rushing to get somewhere? I can have the shittiest day ever and somehow a 20 minute walk with my pup can make me feel so much better. Thanks dogs you guys are awesome. I woke up this morning with the worst calf cramp I've had in a really long time and my brain kept trying to make me just fall right back asleep instead of doing something about the cramp. Stupid brain. I don't t

 Yesterday evening I was walking Pocky and feeling pretty good. I'd had a workday crammed FULL of bullshit and turmoil but it was really nice out and seeing Pox so happy at just walking with me always makes me feel better. We went to the park and saw the small dog clique that both she and I feel uncomfortable with because we both know that she is waaaaay cooler than those stuck up puffy bitches. I've heard that Einstein thought the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. I must be insane then cause for some reason every time I approach this group I expect to have a different convers

I went to the library right across the street from my house (and a few blocks down from my job) today on my lunch hour. I've been meaning to get a library card for awhile now but they have weird limited hours and I kept forgetting. I finally got over there today and got a library card and I have to say that I am still a little awestruck by libraries. When I was a kid I really loved visiting the library. The entire downstairs of the building was the kids section. It was like our little domain. I used to hang out there while my mom would have meetings. I remember the toys that my mom told me not to touch cause she didn't want me to get sick. I

grrr So, the weight loss is going good but I am way too angry to talk about it. I hope being enraged burns calories. I visited my local Walgreens today to fill my monthly pills. I had a brand spanking new insurance card that was burning a hole in my wallet and I couldn't wait to sign up so I could get some rewards for all of this hard work I do monday - friday. So, I gave them my card and the prescription was filled (many other ridiculous things happened but that will only detract from the main story). I look at the little screen about to swipe my card thru and I see a big '0l $50.00 staring back at me. Whoa whoa whoa I say to the pharmaci

I take the train everyday to work. It isn't the most fun thing in the whole world but it is $106.00 for an entire month of travel... back and forth as many times as I want. Take THAT gas! HAHA, suckers. So in taking the train I see a lot of stupid things. Mostly because there is a large concentration of people on trains and people are stupid. For example: This morning I was arriving at my stop which happens to be the end of the line, San Francisco. It is uber busy during the commute times...cause...well...it's a train station during rush hour. I was sitting in my chair (aisle seat) listening to music with my eyes closed. I'm sorta half slee

My story, well this chunk of it at least, starts in a bathroom at the airport.  All great stories begin or end in the bathroom at the airport.  I can't really think of any at the moment but I'm sure there are some and trust will be the key to this story.  I was sitting in the bathroom of Chicago's O'Hare International Airport.  It is always weird when you are sitting in the stall but you aren't there to do what one normally does in that stall.  Sitting there on the toilet but you still have your pants up.  It just feels unnatural.  I was silently crying my eyes out trying to stifle the sobs, as to not worry my other stall-mates.  Luckily I wa

Mary, glad for the distraction, turned to look.  She saw Ike Monney Jr. stroll in the side door of the club.  He was surrounded by two huge "associates" and three ladies.  Even though Ike had used the side door, they entered making quite a scene.  His entourage  pushed their way to the front V.I.P. area and promptly kicked the other patrons out of their seats.  Those who saw him coming got up on their own.  Others were persuaded by the two enormous goons.  Mary had never seen Ike Monney in person and like the rest of the patrons, she was finding it hard not to stare.  Ike could not be considered a handsome man by any measure and his choice of