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The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
~ Salut! Come and join me at Table #12 |Leaving so soon? Ecrivez-Moi! ~
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~ samedi, septembre 13, 2003 ~

Wow. Foreign films are so beautiful. The one I'm watching right now is a 1948 Sicilian and the scenes are so delicious. Delicious moments. Have you ever had a moment that you could call delicious? Mmmm... taste that moment. That yummy yummy moment.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,
Ooh love, to kiss ya,
Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter,
Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.

~Benjamin 9/13/2003 12:07:00 AM
~ jeudi, septembre 11, 2003 ~
Oooh... blogger has new features... interesting.
My jaw is still in post-surgery pain. It really hurts. =( A recent study shows that females have a higher tolerance of pain than males, I guess because of estrogen. Explains why we guys are such babies. Bah, babies shmabies... it doesn't matter... it hurts!

~Benjamin 9/11/2003 01:12:00 AM
~ mardi, septembre 09, 2003 ~
What is involved in the extraction procedure of wisdom teeth?
Most patients choose to be put to sleep before the surgeon begins working with a scalpel and drill.
The surgeon peels the presiding gum tissue away from the bone, gently detaches connective tissue, then removes bone fragments from around the tooth. In some cases, the tooth is purposely broken or sectioned and then removed from the socket. Then loose or infected tissue is removed and the area is irrigated. Gauze is used to control bleeding. The opening in the gumline is then sutured and the patient may get one or more stitches.
After the procedure, patients are advised to take a narcotic, such as Percocet or hydrocodone, to manage their pain.

Yikes!!! And I'm getting 4 of them extracted today!

~Benjamin 9/09/2003 12:12:00 AM
~ lundi, septembre 08, 2003 ~
Awww, I saw ma chere amie Amber, my frenchie friend Lauren, & my chouette neighborette Lindsay today!!! Haven't changed a bit... absolutely wonderful. I'm going to visit DHS maybe sometime this week. 11 more days...

~Benjamin 9/08/2003 11:50:00 PM
~ dimanche, septembre 07, 2003 ~
Sometimes I feel like blogging all formally, using semi-witty statements and big words. But there are times like right now, when the vernacular of normal day-to-day speech prevails. I'm very fond of alliteration and consonance... all of you AP English students should know what those are by now. Today, I think I'll just type normally... minus the juggling elephants and singing wildebeasts. I'm just going to type like water in a used styrofoam cup... yep.
I got a postcard from San Francisco yesterday. Nice place... but all the turnpike-like roads and toll booths are annoying. I don't particularly like San Fran... nopers, not my brand of town. With my tendency to wander, I'm afraid I'll get run over by a trolley or picked up by a foofoo man. But I see how some parts of Frisco are alright... just depends where you go. LA is something else. I'm a native Los Angelican... or as the locals say, "Los Angelino". Yeah, In fact, I just came back from driving around there. Crazy drivers!!! People are always trying to cut me off at fast and furious speeds but they rarely succeed in doing so... hehehe. I don't really like LA anymore. It seems to get ghettoer and ghettoer each minute I'm there. First the grafitti, next the shady streetwalkers, then the shell casings in the gutters. It's GhEtTo in a whole new light... or dark. Not like the true ghettoness of northern California-where more laborors farm and innocent shacks abound. Here, there are few shacks... just freeway underpasses, and there are few laborors... just beggars. And it seems far more peaceful up there. It's hard to explain the two types of ghetto... in its true & nouveau classifications... but when you see it, you know it- eithre Ghetto spelled normally or GhEtTo spelled like an azn explosion. San Diego is the third popular city of the Golden state. I haven't much to say about it because I rarely go there... but to keep up with this critical no-good review, i'd say the only complaint I have is of the roads and motorists... anybody who's driven down there is familiar with the infamous 5 street intersections. But now I feel guilty about being such a poopie-mouth about these cities. They're good cities with rich histories and they are California... one of the bestest states there is. San Francisco has nice bridges and a cool, temperate climate... one of the "best in west." And for foofoo people, it's heaven. Los Angeles has really tall buildings that shine in the evening and you can see the skyline on one of those rare occasions when the sky is clear. And there's somewhat of a diversity. As for San Diego, well, I hear it's a nice place to live.
Why is Sacramento never really mentioned as a popular city of California. Fresno is more popular than Sac. Although according to Time Magazine (that is I think it was Time), Sacramento is now considered the #1 Most Diverse City in the whole of the United States. They did a study and chose a typical street. The first house had an African American couple. Their neighbor was a Vietnamese-Caucasian couple. And I think their neighbor was a family of Russian-American Baptists. A true melting pot... not just a salad bowl.
Well anyway, thank you to the person who sent me the postcard... you know who you are, drinking un cafe in the middle of a bridge... sheesh. haha, crazy girl.

~Benjamin 9/07/2003 09:08:00 PM

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