tavie.com

Doesn't this page look like someone peed all over it?

For some reason I can't mail erin from Netscape and I don't feel like opening AOL at this moment, so if you happen to be reading this, next Tuesday is perfect.

Did I go on and on about erin yet? She's also one of my best friends, more real-life than online, but I met her on the newsgroup so she counts as on online person. I outlined pretty nicely many of the reasons I love her in a private email recently, and
that's none of your business {g} but I'll suffice it to say that her honesty, talent, and really cute dog Ellie are all {bad metaphor} prime ingredients in the soup of my
love. {/bad metaphor} I'm not just sucking up to her right now to get her to design my page faster, by the way. She's just logically next in my Cast of Characters. :P Let me do my stupid things without comment please, it pleases me.

I also credit (or blame) erin for my former Rent fixation. It's something we bonded over in 1997 and are now vaguely ashamed about... but I can still sing every word from every song, dagnabbit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention