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You've played the game, right? We've all played the game. Six degrees of Kevin Bacon. In six moves, connect what-ever it is, to Kevin Bacon.
Except in this case, Kevin Bacon is a 31 y.o. male nurse in Rochester, MN.
Although names may escape me from time to time, I seldom forget a face.
My brother and his wife live in Millwaulkee, WI. They have lived there since 1998 or 99, in variouse locations and have held various employment opportunities. They often are amazed that not only do I keep in contact with a plethora of individuals all over the world, but they can be out with me, in any location outside Minnesota state lines, and chances are I'll know someone there. Never fails.
After yoga, I went back to bed, awaking in the afternoon after a nightmare, or dream or vision. I had a dream of Kara, although there could of been other notables in the dream, I just can't recall. We were arguing, screaming at each other. I might of tried contacting her.
I've been running into many people this week that I havn't talked to in months to years. Monday morning I was 1/2 hour late getting out of work due to yacking with Miss Flickr, and Miss Diablo, then saw Jolene and Todd (puke)-wish a house would fall on him, then there was miss Liz, Miss Jenny, Phoenix, Kirk, and the guy at the mall who used to go to players in La Crosse. Oh and Marc from high school chimed in.
I'm known. Well known, infamously known can be debated. Sometimes my other half who drank herself to an early grave on vodka-poor lamb (re: Miss Ginger Snapp), is known, if I'm not. Its the whole six degrees of Kevin Bacon ordeal. Maybe because I'm an outgoing bitch. That's it. An outgoing bitch with a sense of style.
Sometimes I sing and dance around my house in my underware. Doesn't make me Madonna, never will.
Except in this case, Kevin Bacon is a 31 y.o. male nurse in Rochester, MN.
Although names may escape me from time to time, I seldom forget a face.
My brother and his wife live in Millwaulkee, WI. They have lived there since 1998 or 99, in variouse locations and have held various employment opportunities. They often are amazed that not only do I keep in contact with a plethora of individuals all over the world, but they can be out with me, in any location outside Minnesota state lines, and chances are I'll know someone there. Never fails.
After yoga, I went back to bed, awaking in the afternoon after a nightmare, or dream or vision. I had a dream of Kara, although there could of been other notables in the dream, I just can't recall. We were arguing, screaming at each other. I might of tried contacting her.
I've been running into many people this week that I havn't talked to in months to years. Monday morning I was 1/2 hour late getting out of work due to yacking with Miss Flickr, and Miss Diablo, then saw Jolene and Todd (puke)-wish a house would fall on him, then there was miss Liz, Miss Jenny, Phoenix, Kirk, and the guy at the mall who used to go to players in La Crosse. Oh and Marc from high school chimed in.
I'm known. Well known, infamously known can be debated. Sometimes my other half who drank herself to an early grave on vodka-poor lamb (re: Miss Ginger Snapp), is known, if I'm not. Its the whole six degrees of Kevin Bacon ordeal. Maybe because I'm an outgoing bitch. That's it. An outgoing bitch with a sense of style.
Sometimes I sing and dance around my house in my underware. Doesn't make me Madonna, never will.
