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Saturday, June 08, 2002
I take it back, they are all vermicious knids.
I'm typing, I'm doing stuff at the computer, and they're all mumble mumble mumble and I turn around and go, "Huh?" and they all scream with laughter as if I've told the funniest joke in the world.
I'm gonna have to go smack my bitch up now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
I'm typing, I'm doing stuff at the computer, and they're all mumble mumble mumble and I turn around and go, "Huh?" and they all scream with laughter as if I've told the funniest joke in the world.
I'm gonna have to go smack my bitch up now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
Kitana is here!
Cheryl is here!
All around me goils, and they're watching The Monkees. We had a picnic on the floor and watched KITH-y and NewsRadio-y things. We laughed and ate cheese.
Is good, is Canadian.
Bruno Puntz Jones, why you get eat by alligator, ah? You think is funny? Is no funny! I be mad, ah!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:49 AM | shower me with attention
Cheryl is here!
All around me goils, and they're watching The Monkees. We had a picnic on the floor and watched KITH-y and NewsRadio-y things. We laughed and ate cheese.
Is good, is Canadian.
Bruno Puntz Jones, why you get eat by alligator, ah? You think is funny? Is no funny! I be mad, ah!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:49 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 07, 2002
There's so much evil in the world:
Someone is sleeping in every room in which there is a tv.
My sweet boy Andrew is asnooze on the couch, so no Family Ties for me. (To wake him and offer him my bed? But my bed is short, and his feet would hang off the side...)
Bitch, bitch bitch.
(I fell asleep at 10:30 pm and woke up and it was only 2 am. That is. Not. Fair.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:21 AM | shower me with attention
Someone is sleeping in every room in which there is a tv.
My sweet boy Andrew is asnooze on the couch, so no Family Ties for me. (To wake him and offer him my bed? But my bed is short, and his feet would hang off the side...)
Bitch, bitch bitch.
(I fell asleep at 10:30 pm and woke up and it was only 2 am. That is. Not. Fair.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:21 AM | shower me with attention
The little blonde firecracker is finally graduated. I was spared the ceremony at Radio City Music Hall and the mayor's commencement speech, but tuned in for the lengthy celebratory dinner at Cafe Des Artistes. My duck was really, really good, and my bowl of berries was even better. Also in attendance: parents; Steph; Andrew; aunt and uncle, who did it: they gave her a laptop for a graduation present. (Well, a piece of paper with little pictures of laptops and the words "choose which one you want".)
The most painfully ironic part of this is: she doesn't even particularly want a laptop.
(And, if you haven't been reading my blog for a few months, the part that makes this ironic is that the whole time I was working, I was saving up to buy a laptop. When I finally had enough money saved, Doc, Grumpy, Sleepy, Bashful and Dopey decided to tour. Is it fair to not regret my decision and at the same time complain about the choice I made? No way I would have chosen not to do the Tour Extravaganza, but man, I still relish the right to moan and bitch that I don't have my own personal, portable computer with a titanium finish.)
What makes it worse, not better, is the fact that Kirsten is insisting that I help her decide which computer to get, because "it'll be yours, too."
"Don't do that," I say, "because if I were the one getting one, I sure as hell wouldn't share it with you."
"I'm not like that," she says. And the sad thing is that that is true. She would totally let me use her laptop whenever I felt like it, whereas I would scream if she even got near mine, and password-protect it into oblivion. So she gets a computer and she gets to be generous (and self-righteous!)
That's my girl. Sigh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:07 AM | shower me with attention
The most painfully ironic part of this is: she doesn't even particularly want a laptop.
(And, if you haven't been reading my blog for a few months, the part that makes this ironic is that the whole time I was working, I was saving up to buy a laptop. When I finally had enough money saved, Doc, Grumpy, Sleepy, Bashful and Dopey decided to tour. Is it fair to not regret my decision and at the same time complain about the choice I made? No way I would have chosen not to do the Tour Extravaganza, but man, I still relish the right to moan and bitch that I don't have my own personal, portable computer with a titanium finish.)
What makes it worse, not better, is the fact that Kirsten is insisting that I help her decide which computer to get, because "it'll be yours, too."
"Don't do that," I say, "because if I were the one getting one, I sure as hell wouldn't share it with you."
"I'm not like that," she says. And the sad thing is that that is true. She would totally let me use her laptop whenever I felt like it, whereas I would scream if she even got near mine, and password-protect it into oblivion. So she gets a computer and she gets to be generous (and self-righteous!)
That's my girl. Sigh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:07 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 06, 2002
This is so funny that you have to read it. I do believe that Nova Scotia Jodi is my new favourite comedy writer.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:20 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:20 PM | shower me with attention
Tomorrow my beloved sister graduates from college. I will not be present at the ceremony, having valiantly given up my ticket so that my aunt can attend. Later we will sup at the Cafe Des Artistes, whatever that is, and give her gifts. Well, I won't. My gift to her is my sparkling presence.
I finished my Sacrilicious Mix today, and it sho is fine. Sexy Jesus reigns very much supreme.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:58 AM | shower me with attention
I finished my Sacrilicious Mix today, and it sho is fine. Sexy Jesus reigns very much supreme.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:58 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
There's no such thing as you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 AM | shower me with attention
Lazy days before Swedish vacation. I am trying to let myself enjoy the sloth while I can because I won't get another chance for it for a very long time indeed after the conclusion of my European holiday. It's hard to sit around doing nothing, sleeping too much, rereading crappy novels and watching a lot of tv and burning CDs when I remember to, because guilt will often crash its nasty way into my downtime party and hang around, double-dipping the chips and crunching on ice and following me around, nagging, "Why aren't you enriching yourself? Why aren't you exercising? Why aren't you working? How dare you be lazy when there's so much you don't know!" and I have to snap, "Can it, Match Game is on."
So, if I accidentally drop a penny and it lands face-up and I pick it up again, does superstition say that I'm making my own good luck?
Sigh. It's hard to enjoy this stuff when there's so much wrong with me that I should be fixing, yet all I want to do is be lazy and have a good time. But somehow I'm managing to. It's been a good couple of weeks.
Spent my last dollar today. I am officially back on the parental payroll. I both miss the financial freedom of working and dread the return to drudgery and routine. The lazy summers of my childhood will never return. Why didn't I appreciate them more when I had them? The least I can do is appreciate the little taste of them I'm getting now. But noooo, I have to go and worry about the fact that I don't have any money and feel guilty that my aging, hardworking parents still get to feed and house and clothe me and pay my credit card minimums. (Ah, this is coming off better in my head; it really helps if you see the sarcastic facial expressions that accompany these thoughts.)
All I want is to be a kid again, and not have to worry about these things, and run around in my bare feet, stepping on garden slugs and screaming and never getting to be the Robber in Cops and Robbers. Is that so much to ask?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention
So, if I accidentally drop a penny and it lands face-up and I pick it up again, does superstition say that I'm making my own good luck?
Sigh. It's hard to enjoy this stuff when there's so much wrong with me that I should be fixing, yet all I want to do is be lazy and have a good time. But somehow I'm managing to. It's been a good couple of weeks.
Spent my last dollar today. I am officially back on the parental payroll. I both miss the financial freedom of working and dread the return to drudgery and routine. The lazy summers of my childhood will never return. Why didn't I appreciate them more when I had them? The least I can do is appreciate the little taste of them I'm getting now. But noooo, I have to go and worry about the fact that I don't have any money and feel guilty that my aging, hardworking parents still get to feed and house and clothe me and pay my credit card minimums. (Ah, this is coming off better in my head; it really helps if you see the sarcastic facial expressions that accompany these thoughts.)
All I want is to be a kid again, and not have to worry about these things, and run around in my bare feet, stepping on garden slugs and screaming and never getting to be the Robber in Cops and Robbers. Is that so much to ask?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
I can not be close friends with these people, because you can't be close friends with most people.
Thank you for saying this, because it's something I've been struggling with just for years and years now. I think this is an important thing for me to learn. I'm slowly getting it. Because, you know, I used to try and be best friends with just everyone. Everyone I met. And if they didn't like me, I'd worry and get all twisted up about it and blame myself and feel guilty. The same if I didn't happen to particularly like them, which was even harder because I used to think that I liked everybody. Which is just so stupid, because that's certainly not possible. So now I'm learning that I can have friends, and I can have good friends, and I can have really super-close friends, and none of these friendships takes anything away from the other ones. There's no need to measure them; some things just have to be.
I think you said it really nicely, anyway. So, what we all really want to know is, what was your prom dress like? Pictures?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:18 PM | shower me with attention
Thank you for saying this, because it's something I've been struggling with just for years and years now. I think this is an important thing for me to learn. I'm slowly getting it. Because, you know, I used to try and be best friends with just everyone. Everyone I met. And if they didn't like me, I'd worry and get all twisted up about it and blame myself and feel guilty. The same if I didn't happen to particularly like them, which was even harder because I used to think that I liked everybody. Which is just so stupid, because that's certainly not possible. So now I'm learning that I can have friends, and I can have good friends, and I can have really super-close friends, and none of these friendships takes anything away from the other ones. There's no need to measure them; some things just have to be.
I think you said it really nicely, anyway. So, what we all really want to know is, what was your prom dress like? Pictures?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:18 PM | shower me with attention
Cloris Leachman was Timmy's mom on Lassie?!
But... but... June Lockhart? I... I thought...
Oh, there's so much of the world I have yet to learn...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:04 AM | shower me with attention
But... but... June Lockhart? I... I thought...
Oh, there's so much of the world I have yet to learn...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:04 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 03, 2002
I love this story. See how much I'm missing out on by not speaking another language, even just a little? I speak a little of NO language, and a lot of English.
I just suck with the languages. I was reading the little Swedish phrasebook Linn gave me for Christmas and I can barely remember ONE phrase phonetically. It's three little words, and I can barely remember them. And, man, I studied. That's just sad. (I have no idea how to spell them, but they're pronounced "yog furSTORE intay" and they mean "I don't understand". I figure that's the one Swedish phrase I should go in knowing.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 PM | shower me with attention
I just suck with the languages. I was reading the little Swedish phrasebook Linn gave me for Christmas and I can barely remember ONE phrase phonetically. It's three little words, and I can barely remember them. And, man, I studied. That's just sad. (I have no idea how to spell them, but they're pronounced "yog furSTORE intay" and they mean "I don't understand". I figure that's the one Swedish phrase I should go in knowing.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 PM | shower me with attention
With the help of the New Pornographers, 'Til Tuesday and the 1987 cast of Into the Woods, I finished painting the dining room... and Gina isn't even home from work yet!
Won't she be surprised!
We've been having major DSL problems since yesterday so my online activities have been seriously stunted. Yet I've found that I don't quite mind so much...
And from out of the blue
and without any guide
you know what your decision is
which is not to decide.
You'll just leave him a clue
for example, a shoe
and then see what he'll do
Now it's he and not you
who is stuck with a shoe
in a stew
in the goo
and you've learned something, too...
Something you never knew...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:16 PM | shower me with attention
Won't she be surprised!
We've been having major DSL problems since yesterday so my online activities have been seriously stunted. Yet I've found that I don't quite mind so much...
And from out of the blue
and without any guide
you know what your decision is
which is not to decide.
You'll just leave him a clue
for example, a shoe
and then see what he'll do
Now it's he and not you
who is stuck with a shoe
in a stew
in the goo
and you've learned something, too...
Something you never knew...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:16 PM | shower me with attention
