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Sunday, November 29 1998 Pounding her watery fists on the western edge of this steaming plate of egg roll pasta sushi, she's as serious as a professional wrestler, as honest as a seagull, as nasty as all the sewers that feed her.
All that, and an IMAX theatre too.
It's 1998 and I'm still writing non-Y2K compliant code, since I know I'll be gone in a year.

Kim's mother called us bright and early (as she often does on otherwise relaxing Sunday mornings), dramatically (and without a trace of irony or humour) announcing a "climatic shift" that she'd heard was heading for California. She went on to state that we should get out our winter clothes and what not.
But it was just another sunny Sunday in San Diego, though today there were many more airplanes overhead than usual, an indication of the travel-oriented nature of the season.
I went for a bike ride down to Newport Street to get some hardware and tools. It was the first time I'd ever explored the downtown of Ocean Beach without either a dog, a girlfriend, or both. I definitely miss the good old days when I didn't have to be anywhere, meet up with anyone, and no one depended on me for anything. Town didn't mean restaurants and shopping back then, it meant strangers, dank coffee shops, music, and endless unmonitored hours doing nothing in particular.
On a related note, I think my new haircut has improved my appearance.
There was a huge yellow dog shit smashed flat all over the sidewalk, tracked either way for some yards. Someone had put paper over it in an attempt to ameliorate its disgusting impact, but nothing short of a firehose could solve this disaster.

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