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Ms. Gripes-A-Lot

The dang TRE train from Dallas to Fort Worth does not run on Sunday. Back to the drawing board for a Sunday bike ride...

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NOT DEAD YET

In June I dropped my digital camera in a glass of champagne. In October my cell phone landed in an ocean of water. And almost two week's ago, my three-year-old iBook G4 finally waved a white flag (hence the lack of posts). I need someone to perform an exorcism to aid my electronic default. New laptop is on its way. Now, about a camera...

Ms. Gripes-A-Lot | Adios Amigo y D.F.

          (Photo: Guy Bourdin) More money for shoes.

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When someone in this town actually lets you in their driving lane after you signal, would it kill you to wave “thank you”? When elevator doors open, must you go barging in first before others step out? When riding the escalator, could you stand to one side, not the middle, so we don’t have to waste time staring at your hair and just get a move on? Don't give up. Tomorrow is a new day. Play nice with others.

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Speechless.

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Photo by Grant

Work has been mad busy. But I have a few things up my sleeves for this week. Talk soon.

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When you go to Mexico, leave all your jewelry at home. I managed to lose one sterling silver "shrimp" earring, one turquoise beaded bracelet, one long gold necklace with a rather large green stone, and...another long gold beaded necklace, sorta.

UPDATE: Because I was asked, I lost my jewelry. It was not stolen.

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Took my girlfriend Diana+ out on the town last weekend. Was so excited to show her off that when Kevin helped me load the film, before I read the directions, I completely overlooked inserting the square that determines the image format—hence the blurry, overlaying. And I overexposed. And I underexposed. The final results are in, and they are not pretty, to everyone. But it's a start.

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Dear Main Street Walker,

It was drag walking behind you and your burning cigarette as I made my way to the parking garage after work yesterday. Since I've never smoked it was easy to pick up my pace to get around you and not inhale your second hand fumes—an easy task for anyone, really. But what you did next was mind blowing. I can say that I, and the other five guys that were in the elevator of our parking garage, were APPALLED when you, an adult, reached into your bag, pulled out a bottle of cheap parfum, and spritzed it on yourself FIVE TIMES while telling a person at the other end of your cell phone, "I KNOW! It's the first one I had all day." Unlike the other elevator riders, I wasn't able to get my camera phone out fast enough to snap a shot and text my friends about you. But next time I see you, I'll be ready. And I'll make sure you come with a warning sign, too.

Scared of scents and smoke in small spaces,
H

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Was checking a co-workers current issue of Vanity Fair and saw this new Marc Jacobs ad featuring the totally gorgeous M.I.A. My first reaction: LAME.COM. I am officially burned out on our girl, Maya. It's been reported that Kala was the most played album at all the Spring 2008 Fashion Week shows. But these ads make her look like she's been played. Here's the thing. When I see the Juergen Teller-shot ads with say, Meg White, Sofia Coppola, Cindy Sherman, or Winona Ryder, it's quite easy to picture those pretty ladies in Marc's pretty pieces. But Maya? Marketing high end fashion? I mean, it's refreshing to see ethnicity in advertising but, her real style is cooler than this—basically anything bright enough to make us wear our sunglasses at night. Not like the light brights seen here in this ad, but crazy acid brights like these. Maybe she's ready for a makeover. I guess we all have to change our clothes sometime.

Ms. Gripes-A-Lot | Save Polaroid Film

Just noticed that AVS has a link on Superficial Snapshots where you can sign a petition in hopes of convincing another company to take over and begin producing the cherished technology that Polaroid is abandoning. Sad. Very sad.

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W.o.W. ladies, I sure hope this little philly finds her way out of her messy sitch and gets to see you Sunday. Welcome home L.

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A purely textual relationship I had this morning via the celly:

Landlord
8:00 a.m.
Holly…Well…It looks like the girl wants your unit! The only thing is she wants to move in on the first and it will take my guys probably 3 days to go through the unit and get it ready. Can you guys be fully out by the 28th?

Me
8:50 a.m.
Sounds like an offer we can’t refuse. Will we be refunded for three days?

Me
8:51 a.m.
I mean, four days?

Landlord
8:54 a.m.
Unfortunately not! This will save you the 18 days of rent in February. If she cannot be in on February 1st , then she wants to wait until the 28th of February. This will make that happen and save you guys the 18 days! It’s up to you guys.

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Seems to me I have some options here. Stay those 18 days in February, giving both Ean and I more time to work on things we want to do in our new house. This of course means that our current landlord would be out 10 days of rent—you know, if the new girl can’t move in until the 28th. Or, we leave on “January 28” which really means January 27 for us, if that’s the day his guys need to be in to “get it ready.” While we don’t want to have to pay an extra 18 days, we can. But wouldn’t it be more reasonable for our landlord to just refund us those 4 days. Financially, for him, it seems like the more affordable option. Kind of a bummer, doncha think? I mean, we have paid for those 4 days. Just sayin'. Makes me sad, I'm horrible about always assuming people will do the right thing.

If we do move in early, expect our pleas for the Home-Reno Co-op Posse to go into effect, QUICK! More to come on that.

This is an A.B.P. from Me

Homegirls.
This is serious.
Which one of you b*@$#es has my most fave denim jacket?
It's light blue, cropped, 3/4 length sleeves, and is Levi's.
I miss it sooo much.
Look, I know it was all fun and games when Jesse got jumped by a girl at SXSW and his pride and joy was ripped from his back, never to be seen again, but this could have some serious consequences on my casual fall fashion.

Can't wait to throw down with you during the Casserole competition at the Fair next Friday. It's going to be a landmark event fo' sho. xx4e.