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Mark Atwood
The wireless internet at the Vivace went down this afternoon. And within 20 minutes, it was a ghost town. Wireless is something that it's turned from a differentiator to something absolutely mandatory at places like cafés. Without it, they can't get the traffic and can't get asses into seats. So I decamped to the CapHillCafe instead.

Boylan Bottleworks Cane Cola is yummy. Crisp and tasty. Fukola Cola, on the other hand, is sticky and syrupy (corn sugar), and it's kick of "Brazilian Guarana" just makes me jumpy and sweaty, not energetic.

The toner Patrick put in my cowlick did lighten it up more, going silver white at the tips, but it's still bleached-brown straw yellow at the base. The only thing that my minute fraction of Native American ancestry gives me is the right to say "What you mean we, white man?" and my straight dark brown hair.

It's TOO HOT and its TOO BRIGHT. I'm a desert boy. I can take this heat. But you can't make me like it.
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tonyawinter From: tonyawinter Date: May 27th, 2005 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, the sun can suck it.
blackcoat From: blackcoat Date: May 27th, 2005 01:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, that's the bit that I like about my mexican heritage. No sunburns, all the spicy I want, and it takes forever for someone to notice that my black hair is dyed, not natural.
wendolen From: wendolen Date: May 27th, 2005 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm white as white can be and the pigment in my hair is at least as saturated as yours... the real reason I never played with blue hair more than one Halloween.
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