{"id":252,"date":"2002-03-06T03:03:13","date_gmt":"2002-03-06T08:03:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=252"},"modified":"2002-03-06T03:03:13","modified_gmt":"2002-03-06T08:03:13","slug":"heres-a-hundred-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=252","title":{"rendered":"Here’s a hundred things"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here’s a hundred things we don’t know about me.  She<\/a> inspired me.  Blame her.  <\/p>\n

They won’t be all together?like compiled and then posted?because I come when I come, and I write when I can, and life is not a test. \n<\/p>\n

1.  I like Dire Straits, the Eighties and the late Seventies.
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\n2.  I am the youngest of five.  My oldest sister is dead<\/a>. 
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\n3.  I like sex more than I like relationship, and I feel I should change this. 
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\n4.  I used to be a firefighter.  I delivered two babies, both girls.
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\n5.  I hate my job.
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\n6.  I usually hate myself; I was suicidal once.
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\n7.  My father took me and my siblings to see the Sound of Music when I was in second grade.  We told the school that I was going to a doctor’s appointment.  I still feel guilty, and I still am grateful.  He was a tremendously good man.
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\n8.  Most days I sleep til noon.  Some days, I go to bed at dawn. 
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\n9.  I have a switch on my doorbell, and it is usually off.
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\n10.  I like vodka martini’s with three olives.
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\n11.  Garlic and olive oil are my friends.
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\n12.  I want love more than anything.  I try to hide from it in sex, but I want love more than anything. 
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\n13.  I’m not sure, but in the third grade, my best friend and I were in love, I think.  I never went past the sex.
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\n14.  I am a writer.  This is a lie and I still don’t know what the truth is.
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\n15.  I have never smoked.  My last date was over two years ago.  He smoked exotic little cigarettes that smelled delicious.  We dislocated my shoulder having sex.  We had only the one date.
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\n16.  My uncle did something to me when I was not quite three.
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\n17.  I listen to classical music like I live life; they are both rich with meaning, and I give little attention to either.  But I keep them both close, just in case.
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\n18.  I drink coffee like a fiend, and eat chocolate (dark chocolate) like an addict.
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\n19.  My penis is shrinking.
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\n20.  I don’t drive or own a car.  I ride a bike (bicycle) 52 weeks a year.  I’m stuck somewhere between thirty years ago and now, and I can’t find me.
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\n21.  I have no contact with my family.  I have no contact with my family.
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\n22.  I sleep on a futon that I fold up every morning, while the coffee brews.  The frame I salvaged off the street.
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\n23.  If someone rings my doorbell, and I have not disabled it with my switch, then I flee into the bathroom from where I can peer out, unseen, through tiny spaces in the blinds and see the would-be visitor reflected in the windows next door when he finally leaves.
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\n24.  There is a whole huge hell of a lot that I don’t know, so if a computer crash irretrievably kills a post that I’ve been slaving over for hours just moments before I post it, then half of the time I will thank the spirit who saved me from an unforseen embarrassment; the other half of the time I will smash a coffee mug into a thousand pieces.
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\n25.  I once threw a coffee mug through a TV screen.  Up til then, I had always wanted to do that.  That was almost ten years ago.  It was my last TV.\n<\/div>\n

\nStopping for now.  Got further than I planned to go.  That’s nice on hikes and dates.  And on a ‘things list’ like this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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