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x-ray. i have a metal plate. and six screws in my left arm. i broke my ulna bone in a snow ski accident during a high school trip to colorado. the surgery was to help me get my full range of motion back. it was absolutely. no doubt. the most painful experience. the accident is kind of embarrassing. well maybe for some. i dont mind telling it. i hit a little. bitty tree. it looked like charlie brown's christmas tree. but the actual surgery was horrifying. i then decided. if i have a choice. i will never go back into surgery to get them out. so i now just have an amazing scar. and you can feel the screws. luckily it does not set off metal detectors. or such things. i might regret it. when i am old. and frail. but i can already tell when the weather is going to change. it becomes sore. and sometimes painful. but it only last for a day or so. much better than 1) waking up during surgery - for a second. 2) staying over night in a hospital. 3) being forced to watch PAX tv by my annoying roommate.

eXcited. for rachael yamagata's new album. here is a teazer from her site.

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GF08: we did it. last night. my bloom and i walked to loose park. and then successfully jogged 2 laps = 3 miles. it was tough. the wind was blowing steady. but we stuck with it. it felt great afterwards. i wasnt very tired. or as worn as out as prior times.

when we arrived back at the house. there were two teens yelling at one another. a guy and girl couple. he was talking very rudely to her. mentioning why he didnt want to be with her, etc. we stretched a little longer on our front porch. when then. a father figure. pops his head out of his front door a couple of houses down. and screams at them to get back to the house. they needed to have a talk. he then shooed the girl to go get something to eat and he would meet up with her. my curiousity was running wild. who was this father figure? he looked more like the girl. where was she going to eat? it was during the talk, what i think to be a lecture about how to treat/speak to a lady. a group of latino gang members, if you will. (i have observed this activity for almost a year. like 80 yr. ladies. we keep a watchful eye on the happenins' in the neighborhood). come creeping out of their house. with a basketball. they proceed to walk down the middle of the street bouncing their ball. being their normal obnoxious selves. then the other boy comes running along the sidewalk to catch up with his woman. the gang throws the basketball at him. missed him by inches. and then scream "run, white boy, run." now the boy did look like eninem on 8 mile. and he has jungle fever. but nonetheless. i was shocked. but not surprised. later on in the evening. white boy and his lady friend came back from eating. holding hands. although he was still 2 steps ahead of her. hopefully the lecture helped.