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when: 2008-02-04 16:13
why: Woman jailed for testicle attack
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Tags:crazy bitch, testicle attack
Once again... reality outdoes fiction

Woman jailed for testicle attack

A woman who ripped off her ex-boyfriend's testicle with her bare hands has been sent to prison.

Amanda Monti, 24, flew into a rage when Geoffrey Jones, 37, rejected her advances at the end of a house party, Liverpool Crown Court heard.

She pulled off his left testicle and tried to swallow it, before spitting it out. A friend handed it back to Mr Jones saying: "That's yours."

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when: 2007-08-15 13:03
why: No-match policy
Security: Public
Tags:immigration; undocumented worker; latino
I am so angry right now about this stupid no-match policy that Bush put out.  I don't know whether to be more angry with him or with the stupid Democrats who can't manage to come up with their own immirgration legislation.  I mean, if they would have come up with something, then BUsh wouldn't have needed to put out this bullshit.  On the other hand, BUsh contradicted almost everything he has said previously about immigration with this no-match crap.  What is so bad about law-abiding people working and paying taxes.  Who cares if they are in this country "illegally"?  In fact, from a totally selfish viewpoint, it is better that way because they are contributing to the tax base, but they cannot take advantage of public help programs.  They contribute to the pie, but can't get a slice.  I mean, I think that is wrong too, but I don't understand why we would say, "Sorry, you can't contribute to the pie anymore".  what the fuck does he think is going to happen? he's going to put millions of low-wage employees out of work, and then what?  they have to get money somehow.  it's not like everyone is going to suddenly decide to move to Canada or mexico or peru.  they can't get there first of all.  second of all, they like it here which is the reason why they are here.  what the fuck is wrong with that?  now, they are going to HAVE to do illegal shit just to feed their families and live.  and all their employers are going to be fucked over too.  who is going to clean the buildings?  who is going to cook the food at the restaraunt? who is going to do all the jobs that the low-wage workers being targeted are doing now?  i bet they wouldn't even say anything to an "illegal alien" from canada doing the exact same thing as someone from mexico.   and that's not even the worst part.  the worst part is busting up in someone's house and arresting them like some kind of murderer holding hostages.  they're tearing up families and creating orphans and more problems than they are solving.  i will fuck up an immigration officer if i see one. i swear.  i will do it.  fuck you BUsh you scared, country ass, daddy's little spoiled fucking idiot.
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when: 2007-03-19 02:44
why: the feeling of absolute solitude
Security: Public
Location:madison, wi
you know, i should really be in bed considering that i have work tomorrow and its almost 2am, but i don't really feel like it.  i feel like sitting quietly in my temporary apartment on the "west side" of madison, wisconsin and pondering the value of different life experiences and people that i've met throughout my life.  thinking about how i came to be at the place i am right now.  it's really quite overwhelming.

no one knows me in this city, except for the bartender from yesterday (St. patty's) who served me like 10 beers, and the few people i met while i was there.  but if i were home - my parents' home - in salisbury, north carolina, i wouldn't have been able to walk into a single bar without knowing at least two or three people.  i wouldn't have the anonymity that is forced on me in this place.  i remember making the choice to cut off my dreads partly because i wanted to be more anonymous, and now i realize to a certain extent that i do enjoy attention- not the attention that i get here in madison, like what is this black guy doing around here - but the positive attention that comes with being slightly different than the rest.

but i lost my thought, which was how people have influenced me and how surprisingly significant nearly all events and choices in my life have been.  i think people debate over the importance of telling children or adults who act like children the "correct" ways or choices to make in life versus letting individuals choose their own paths and learn from their mistakes or successes.  i don't know if my parents did that very much.  i think they certainly put me in situations where i was setup up for success and encouraged me in that way, but never told me not to do something because it would be wrong for me.  especially my father; it wasn't until i became older - and perhaps this is because i'm starting to look and act like him -- that i came to appreciate his subtle almost effortless way of parenting.  then, it seemed like he didn't care sometimes or had his own issues to worry about.  but now, i realize how those looks that he would give me rather than advice or punishment were integral to the way that i acted.  he didn't have to say anything to me to for me to know what was right or wrong or whatever.

i'm sure this makes little sense to anyone else reading it, but this time - idothisforme. 

it seems like extended solitude is the only time when i can look back and gain any perspective on my life. i think all that looking on facebook and seeing pictures of all the people i went to school with put me in this reminiscent mood.  but it's not just about memories that i have of people, but about a pathway that i took which they were a part of. i mean, i can remember being part of a clique in elementary school that was very exclusive.  and i came from out of state and had to work hard to be part of the clique, so what does that say about me.  probably very little, but it has become part of me and in some way it has to affect who i am today.  do i roll with a clique, not really.  but i know what i mean.

so, i'm at a point where i have to make a big decision in my life in the next few weeks.  i think there are very few decisions that will affect my life as heavily as this one will.  it is two decisions really, but wrapped up in the same blanket which i can choose to sleep in or not.  do i go to law school and if not, do i move out to cali so abony can go to berkeley?  chilling.  i just don't know.  i was having some startling thoughts about this a day or so ago.  it's like, if i don't go to law school, what am i going to do with my life?  do i try to go back to school for something else later or sooner? can i make money if i don't?  what am i trying to do with my career?  who gives a fuck about a career? it's like, i'm trying to envision the rest of my life path and its really difficult.  even if i do go to law school.  it's not even about me any more, it's us. and that's fine, but it complicates the puzzle to a degree that seems impossible to solve.  i know i just have to make a decision, excuse me. we have to make a decision and live with it, but such a heavy decisions is hard to just live with.  i go back and forth on what is right every other day. nasty. scary.

yeah, so all of these people and choices have brought me here, but now no one but i can choose what is best for me.  no one but i will be responsible for what happens to me as a result of what i do here, where i end up. 
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when: 2007-02-12 13:26
why: babu
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So, yesterday night i took my sister out to this diner called Luna Grill. She had a grilled cheese, I had pesto penne. Of course Abony was there too, and she had some linguine i think. we all shared some very good chocolate cake for dessert. afterwards, my stomach felt like it was going to burst. i hadn't really eaten that much, but my stomach was popping out like a balloon.  abony said it was gas, but i never get gas.  she had this theory when she was little that only white people got/get gas because they were the only ones on those gas medicine commercials.  i agree, i think only white people get gas. in any case, i certainly don't gas, so why does my stomach feel huge again after my lunch of a deli sandwich and chips? i know this isn't exactly glamorous conversation, but i'm concerned.

in other news, this lady at my job was talking about doing the "snow dance" so we could have a snow day. she said the people at church taught it to her.  i thought that was hilarious.  not that she did a snow dance, but that this mystical dance was being promoted by "christians". i know, i know. christians are not restricted to believing in christ all the time. 

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when: 2007-01-25 03:21
why: sleepless in seattle
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so, here i am. in seattle. it's 3:08am eastern time, which i'm on, and it's 12:08 western time, where i am.  i can't fall asleep despite the sweet softness of my Red Lion Hotel bed.  it's definitely softer than my bed at home, and when i get home i'm getting a foam thing so my bed can feel like this, but it doesn't have abony inside.  it's ironic because i just joked with her that it's relatively easy for me to fall asleep away from home when she told me that she has a hard time falling asleep when i'm away on business. now, i'm awake and she's probably sleep. 

oh yeah, the guy at the front counter is new. i've stayed here several times, and i kind of know the people who work here and he is definitely new.  so when i checked in, he wouldn't give me a continental breakfast voucher. what the fuck man? do you know who i am? this is no ordinary continental breakfast, mind you.  the hotel has a real restaurant and bar next door, so you get to order from a menu (granted it's smaller than the pay-for menu), but you order what you want for breakfast for free, and it's made fresh.  i usually get the eggs, bacon, and two pancakes.  i know other people who get other stuff, but that's the best combination.  and this new guy is going to deny me my pancakes? clearly, he does not know who he's dealing with. ok, i'm only upset because he's one of those-- i know everything because i'm a geeky white guy types-- and apparently he doesn't know that i get the free breakfast, regardless of what it says on my reservation, CHRIS!, or whatever your geeky generic name is. 

goodnight seattle
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when: 2007-01-23 10:30
why: jagged edge
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last night i was listening to the radio and they played a "grown and sexy" thorw-back song by jagged edge. it was "i gotta be".  you know, "i gotta be the one you feel, i gotta be the one you need, i gotta be the one you know, cause i will always love you so" or something like that.  

first of all, i must say i hate the term "grown and sexy" because it has no real meaning.  in fact, it may be the antithesis of the two words alone.  anyone who must say "i'm grown" has a problem with their maturity.  secondly, anyone who has to proclaim their sexiness is probably anything but sexy.  the two combined in the popular phrase "grown and sexy" is overused and simply is a cover for those 30- (maybe 40-) somethings who wish hey were still and their twenties so they could hit the club without feeling old.  there is nothing actually wrong with 30- and 40- somethings hitting the club, but just be secure about it. thus, my hatred for that term.  

anyway, the song by jagged edge made me all warm inside. you know how you hear a song a hundred times, but never really listen and understand the lyrics until years later when you are in a situation that the song describes.  i'm now in my first serious, serious relationship and that song just hit me in my heart.  i told my girlfriend how it made me feel (as i have learned to actually trust her with my feelings) and i could tell that it made her happy.  if someone would have said a couple of years ago, jagged edge makes corny love songs that are only meant to butter women up so guys don't have to figure out what to say, i would have agreed.  but now i understand that guys can get buttered up by the song too, haha.  i don't know where i got the phrase "buttered up" but i like it.
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