My Sordid Past:

My Diaryland Trading Card - October 31, 2002
I pity the fool who doesn't become a Cavortateer - Thursday, October 31, 2002
There Be Monsters - Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings - Tuesday, October 29, 2002
You can never find a fairy when you need one - Monday, October 28, 2002
I need my blankie, STAT - Sunday, October 27, 2002
The Bar lives on - Sunday, October 27, 2002
Security. You can NEVER have too much security. - Saturday, October 26, 2002
Really, it's too good to be true - Friday, October 25, 2002
Mmmmmmm, chocolate - Thursday, October 24, 2002
Reality check, aisle five - Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Thanks for the memories - Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Iron Chef -- spawn of Satan or what? - Monday, October 21, 2002
A week from Thursday, just before dark - Sunday, October 20, 2002
Warning? What warning? - Friday, October 18, 2002
World Wide Wedgification Narrowly Averted - Thursday, October 17, 2002
I wish there had been more time - Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Justifiable homicide, for sure - Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Gloating is wrong, really, really wrong - Monday, October 14, 2002
Never trust a cat. - Sunday, October 13, 2002
Just don't tell the cats - Saturday, October 12, 2002
Eavesdropping. I can quit any time I want to. No. Really. I can. - Friday, October 11, 2002
Can you read me, Planet Colour Blind? - Thursday, October 10, 2002
We Canuckians know to respect The Danger of the Turkey - Wednesday, October 9, 2002
Ding dong the bugs are dead - Tuesday, October 8, 2002
Wangitude. Stamina. Prowess. - Monday, October 7, 2002
Math anxiety. At my age. Just shoot me now. - Sunday, October 6, 2002
Pride, schmide. - Saturday, October 5, 2002
When will the International Cavorting Day madness stop? - Friday, October 4, 2002
Cavorting Hall of Fame, oh like you wouldn't want to be part of THAT - Thursday, October 3, 2002
The Cavorting groundswell continues - Thursday, October 3, 2002
A cavort, my kingdom for a cavort! - Wednesday, October 2, 2002
The best things in life are free, but you can keep them to the birds and bees - Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2002

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