|
______________________________________________________________
2000
Archives
December,
2000
12-3-00
- Imagine that song from Deliverance and you'll understand this
entry...
12-17-00 - The guy with the
least votes "wins." Yeah, that makes sense.
12-24-00 - I'm trying sooo
very hard not to choke on the words, "Merry Christmas."
November,
2000
11/10/00
- Stay of execution for the nation.
11/13/00 - Smells like
fascist pirit.
11/19/00 - When all else
fails, draft Jesse V.
11/26/00 - Should I invest
in Sudafed?
October,
2000
10/8/00
- Layers, layers...and some Silly Shit, too
10/15/00 - A movie review
and a rant! Oh my!
10/22/00 - I'm not whining.
Really, I'm not.
10/29/00 - The Halloween
Edition. Sorta, kinda.
10/30/00 - Going to bed
pissed off is not good.
September,
2000
9/3/00
- Fall slim-pickings
9/10/00 - Quirky Shit,
Part I
9/12/00 - Problem
solved. So far.
9/24/00 - Trailer
park lady needs my "help"
August, 2000
8/3/00
- Anne's Ant Safari
8/7/00 - Dazed
& Confused
8/11/00 - Evil
Alliances
8/13/00 - Plenty
of nothing to say
8/22/00 - A phone
call
8/24/00 - Greed
is...interesting
8/31/00 - Greed:
Part II
July,
2000
7/1/00:
The Butcher Colonel is a hottie!
7/4/00: I'm soooo
boring, but thank God for the Wizard of Oz
7/5/00: Tales of
Coworkers Past: Larry the Wanker
7/6/00: It takes
a truly bad journal to make mine look good
7/11/00: Grab
the money, honey...and more chicken stories
7/18/00: Right-hemisphere
dominance
7/21/00: Agony
caused by awkward sentences
7/30/00: I see
skinny people!
June,
2000
6/27/00:
Uber-Bitch on the rampage and now I've lost my job
6/28/00: Talk
to the hand, I'm busy eating bugs & rats
6/29/00: Of Survivors,
Mel, chickens, and writer's block
6/30/00: Searching
for stuff, groping for word count
View
2001 Archives
Back
to Archive page
 |
|
___________________________________________________________________________
HOME ||
ABOUT ME || WHY || I
READ... || CONTACT ME
|
 |
Copyright © 2001
by Anne Hutchins. All rights
reserved. No portion of text may be reprinted, unless properly
quoted, without my permission. I mean, how pathethic would it
be to steal this stuff? |
|