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I watched the twins this weekend and we watched the Pee-Wee Herman show 3 times. I can't get the song at the end out of my head.

I'm hungry, but I don't feel like eating anything. I don't want to look at macaroni and cheese. I don't want to think about looking at macaroni and cheese. I could eat Cheerios. 14 years ago, I never wanted to look at, think about, or smell Cheerios ever again.

My 5 year old niece had a long conversation about religion with me yesterday. I guess her grandmother must have had a long conversation about religion with her recently. God is like Santa Claus right now. He knows whenever you say a bad word.

I don't feel like talking about **** **** **

That will be edited out.

When I first went online and found an online community with people to interact with through email and chat rooms and I had a clear picture up somewhere, because I was young and foolish, there was this guy that I will call Travis because I don't remember how to spell his name. Travis always seemed to be a kindly superhero-acting internet boy, helping people with their computer questions and stuff.

Anyway, he explained different types of email accounts, set me up with AOL IM- I was a such a 'noob'... Next thing I know, I am on his fwd FWD Fwd Re: re: FWD: list, and he's sending me his daily dirty joke email, he's checking in on whatever I am doing... but that's not really the story I was meaning to tell. I finally got him to back off by getting an account at Tripod and putting up my own personal homepage with pictures of my pet tarantula, Trevor. "Ah! I am afraid of spiders" was his last IM to me. Heehee...

So Travis was looking for an e-mail order bride. He soon fell deeply in love with a gal that I will call Vicki, because her real name doesn't go very well with "Travis." Vicki was 8 years older than Travis, but he was cool with that because she reminded him of his older sister that he bought a house next door to.

Soon the board or email list or whatever it was back in those days was filled with love letters and virtual flowers. Her friends were so happy for her. But some people were like, "get a room!"

And that's when Travis flipped out and launched obscenity filled posts to everyone. He was nuts. She would swoon. It was disgusting.

Whatever became of Travis and Vicki? I don't know. I started ignoring anything they had to say. And from then on, whenever I started to see any Travis and Vicki-ness starting anywhere, I'd try to have nothing to do with any of it. Especially if I didn't have anything to do with the people involved in the first place.