Thursday, March 4, 2004
	: 17:40 : Secret Search Notes
	It's so 1999, but I admit it. I still look at my site statistics and my search strings. Today I came upon the very best search string ever. Better than, "6th grade essay with ironic conclusion". It's better than "I hate group work", "being the only white outsider", or "dirty simpons pics" [sic]. It was, "neille I love you". It was so sweet, like a secret note passed during class. Or anonymous flowers on my doorstep. No one has ever left anonymous flowers on my doorstep or anywhere. I've received flowers on exactly two occasions (besides as party gifts). Both were apology-flowers. Apology-flowers, while they might work for their specific purpose, are not memorable. A girl doesn't look back upon them and think, "What a dream that guy was." It's more like, "Man, that prick thought stopping off at the deli would make it okay that he [cheated on me/is married/took me for granted for the last 2 months/forgot my birthday/passed out in my lap on the subway on our third date]." In fact I've taken to buying myself flowers every Saturday morning because I've given up on any man ever doing it for me (for credit or as a secret hero). In any case, I like buying flowers for myself. The deli guys always get all soft and mushy when they sell flowers. I don't know why, but the usual scowl is replaced by only a short grunt. It's fun to take them home (the flowers, not the deli guys!). One must resist the urge to cradle the bouquet under one's left arm and do the Miss-America wave with her right. Arranging them is also fun, once you get into the spirit. I like to collect old branches and twigs from the park as garnish. Trimming off dead leaves or petals throughout the week is also nice. Can you tell I need a pet? Anyway, thank you to my secret searcher. It made my day. It's been a long time since I heard the big three. I love you too! The last one : : A Vote for Something Else The next one : : Drunk Hasidim Rolling Around on the Sidewalk, or Why NYC Kicks Ass Sometimes

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	June 25 : Mmmmm... Snickers Ice Cream Bars... June 17 : At The Races!!" May 7 : John Kerry Is A Douchebag But Im Voting For Him Anyway.com good stuff April 14 : Slate on TV Donald Fires Himself Why the two Apprentice finalists are so un-Trumplike. By Daniel Gross March 23 : Girl's pants catch fire on E train "She was wearing a puffy white parka and a pair of jeans that apparently had been intentionally ripped in several spots, leaving jagged, fringe patches. It was not clear if those were the same pants that had caught on fire. " March 10 : More proof of my dorkiness, but this is pretty neat. March 5 : Snoop & the Olson Twins... speechless. February 12 : Sweeeeeeet. After 3 months of constant phone calls, whining, yelling, and a blow-job to the super (no - he don't have that much clout, but i did answer the door in a towel and it may have helped), I'm getting a new stove!! Woo hoo!! Apple Crisp for everybody!! February 10 : I was working 'till 11PM while my boss was at the MSG Chris Rock show, but this NY Observer piece (oh well - link expired) made me feel like I was there for like a minute..