10 June 1997 
 
What can I say?  I'm not a Meep in Manhattan right now, I'm a Manhattan in  
Meep.  In a matter of typing. 
 
I lost a little weight last week in the form of some extra molars, but I  
really didn't lose them.  They're sitting on the kitchen counter, in a  
little pool of alcohol residing in a juice glass.  My family thinks it's  
gross, but it's not like I got kidney stones removed. 
 
In fact, my sister Carey thought it was Amy's puppy's teeth, which she  
_didn't_ find gross.  Don't even ask about the rubber menstrual cup. 
 
I am discovering that the classified section of the village voice is too  
much for my Netscape to bear for some reason, and have found my lurking  
suspicion to be true: most of the people on AOL have yet to understand the  
whole subject-verb structure of a sentence, much less conveying any sort  
of message in said form.  I am known on AOL as junomeep, the meep part of  
Jay Cuthrell.   
 
Ah well. 
 
I've got plenty of opinions on current events, but this is vacation, and  
I'm going to relax.  So sue me.