| 11-6-01 7:40am: These pics were taken on a night when the insanity was just a tad over the top due to the sleep deprivation saga that is my life. I had been awake for 22 hours. |
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| 11-25-01 1 amish: Relentlessly trying to kill the perfectionist gremlin screaming FAILURE on my right shoulder!! Pagebuilder click and build be damned, I shall convert entire page to HTML for easier editing. Dammit. No wait a minute...I want to be finished with this thing SOON! Never mind.... |
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| 11-15-01 4:30am. Woke up..would *like* to sleep. But..... so I pout in your general direction!! Wah! |
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| I1-23-01- 8:30pm This is just a smigen of the brilliant piece of "art" I created tonight located else where in my realm. |
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| 9-7-01 2amish New Hair+New Web cam + my propensity to start using new toys without learning how to use them properly = bad photo. |
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| 12-03-01 10:30pm O.k., maybe I have exorcised the Cancam demon and will be "focused". 10:33pmDaggummit!!! I've windexed Cancam due to the cereal incident this morning, I don't know why it's doing this! (and it was acting up before the cereal incident so it's NOT MY FAULT!) 10:40pm Waidaminute, I bought that warranty at Compusa, if I can find it maybe I can exchage...... 11:05pm O.k. now I'm officially pissed...where the hell is that damn warranty paper!!! 11:35pm I give up. But then again, maybe I can use the evil hypnotic dimple (the one on the left cheek) to get the Compusa people to see things my way... |
| A Pictopoem Dec 26th 2001 Twas the night after Christmas and Candace was mad, the warrantied Cancam behaving quite bad. "Oh what could be wrong?" proclaimed Candace with angst, she swallowed her pride and clicked "Help" with big fonts. (Yeah, makes no sense, but how do you rhyme "angst?") She scrolled down to "focus" and what should come forth? Some simple instructions, she felt like a dork. Just turn knob 'round lens, as simple as that," Hurray", she proclaimed "I'm in focus at last"! "An important lesson!" young Candace proclaimed, "Solutions are simple, relax and don't strain!" When puzzles ensue, befuddled, confused? Don't stress your poor mind the answer's in YOU! Please stop this damn poem, it's filled with much corn, O.k. I'll oblige you, but do so with scorn. O.k. yes, I lied, the poem ends right now, I'll go play with Cancam, I finally know how! |
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