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briefly..... today's highlights from my perspective....

after years of sniffing odorless garlic and reading books with no words, the fork ran away with the spoon, the city sighed and feigned apathy as the dan and i lashed out at the corporate world today but everyone called us clowns....

i got me -yet another- "ironic" job today. got a 100 percent on the spanish tests which i was certain that i flunked, and they (the recruiting squadron) stamped me with an approval waiver and called me bilingual. so it's now official. i speak for both teams.... the door is ajar, folks.... i will be here all night... Bwhahahahahahaha!!!!!!

this job is even more silly than my last one. and shame on all those people who say that getting your college education doesn't pay off!!! joke's on them, i say! living proof right here! step on up and take a good look at the great american dream! i will be seriously going to hell for this one...

made my favorite person in the world turn scarlet red - learned that my competitive banter can result in behavior which makes me want to relive this stupid dumbhead day all over again.

Today
i learned (contemplation) how to reach (manipulation) new levels of awkwardness (interpretation) with delightfully, fiery, manifestations of good intentions (adoration) gone apeshit (correlation). from this i learned to recognize the beauty of chaos (self-justification); i learned how to suppress laughter just a little bit more or less (equation) on the ridiculousness (elation) of my surroundings at any given time (duration) or place (station); supressed laughter and anxiety (perspiration) may have some (interpolation) complex (imagination) stuff like that (education).
***when you take a "ation" and attach it to the word, that word turns into a state of being (moderation!).

i learned that they have a new non-emergency phone number for the police and emergency dispatchers (311) and it is nice and short just like 911. I think they may have one that is 611 for semi-emergencies but i don't want to find out till that fateful occasion rears it's partially threatening head....

i schemed with my friend dan and we found ourselves in clown suits delivering our interpretation of "la bamba" with a few measures of the violent femmes' song "blister in the sun" (secretly renamed "birthday fun") in C# (mostly) and successfully delivered our first singing telegram to Joyce for her birthday - i feel more or less clever and clueless right now. soooo..... that's pretty.... um.... cool.... and stuff........

buenas noches, mi guapas.


-- wendy clarkwww.tequilamockingbirdmusic.com

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