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the rantings and ravings of a lil’ ol’ m0squito

Good Night Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Filed under: Photos — Ritzel @ 1:15 am

Post The Stooges @ Kimmel

 

Welcome back, my love Friday, April 20, 2007

Filed under: Blah Blah Blahs, Photos — Ritzel @ 6:18 pm

Welcome back, my lovely.

My baby has returned and so quickly, too, from her reconstructive surgery. She is now and finally back in her beautiful pristine condition and I couldn’t be happier. That is, until I turned the ignition only to discover my radio came back as well! Perhaps this is not that exciting to you but, for me, chauffeuring “my friends” in the back seat for the past 3 months and driving around hearing nothing but the madness of traffic and the constant voice in my head, it IS exciting stuff. To seal this momentous occasion, the first song coming out of my speakers was….no joke…Lionel Ritchie’s “Hello.” Hello!

 

Happiness is… Thursday, April 19, 2007

Filed under: Blah Blah Blahs, Booze, Food, Friends, Photos — Ritzel @ 1:32 am

Aviva's party bunch.

I am a lady of few words lately. But here are another three to wrap up a really good night: veni, vici, vino:

Veni, vici, vino.

 

A Day in the Life of Me: The T-shirt Edition Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Filed under: Blah Blah Blahs, Photos — Ritzel @ 11:04 pm

Three times at least every weekday morning, I

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(Today it was 4 times.)

To work, from work, any which way I’m going in my car:

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Not only in doing my taxes but upon getting into the office,

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Because I

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By the way,

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Or I should say parking enforcement does as the present of a parking ticket pinned on my windshield reminded me of this afternoon.

In spite of that, I know

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since I’ve got

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not to mention the simple fact that

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And

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My Insides Sunday, April 1, 2007

Filed under: Blah Blah Blahs, Booze, Food, Photos — Ritzel @ 9:10 am

Main things to point out: obviously the bucket of flowers, then the bottle of champagne to its left. Celebrate, bitches.