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My room looks funny without the bookcase in it. Empty. That bookcase was this room, geez.

This is what's happening: On Saturday, Steph P. moves in. She will be taking my old room. Next Thursday, Cheryl moves out. She and Mush will be living one floor down, in this very building. I will be moving into Cheryl's bedroom. In the meantime: chaos. We've been trying to get C's stuff out into the living room and cram as much of my stuff into C's walk-in-closet as possible so the movers will have room to get S's furniture in this, my (not-for-long) little bedroom.

So my books are in my big-closet-to-be, my shelf stands empty against the wall in my big-to-be, and my current little room is blank of wall and spare of book.

Very unsettling.

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Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention

Watching the Democratic Candidates Debate, I have dubbed Dennis Kucinich Grandpa Radish, because he is aging, and cuddly-looking, and a vegan.

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Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:24 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Just posting because the italics below this post are giving me a headache.

But what's not giving me a headache these days?

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Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, April 22, 2007

From: Kirsten
To: Tavie
Sent: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 5:45 PM
Subject: We were in sooo much trouble...

So it was a dream with the makings of a short-lived TV show.

Tavie, you were in it. Guess who you played? The ringleader.

You, Andy Dick from News Radio and don't quote me but I think another nerd akin to Jeremy (he didn't talk) had ransacked the attic of a NY museum to use as lab space for your mad Goonies experiments. It all began when you perfected what those snot-nosed brats in E.T. only attempted--a computer console comprised of two vintage SPEAK N SPELLS that could communicate with space. It was a very magical atmosphere filled with blinking lights, great music and geniusssss.

You would let me up there to gawk but you'd never tell me your great experiment.

Naturally, the government had gotten wind of you. They had posted Men in Black at the gates of the museum so whenever you ventured downstairs to the convenient store across the street to stock up on eh...nerd chow, you always had to dodge their menacing questions. One day, one of them REALLY got onto us as we were returning with a tray of Starbucks so you whisked me into an elevator calmly as though 3 men with guns were not pursuing us and slammed a button on the elevator, smiling as the doors closed on their angry faces and shaking fists.

I was scared.

"When are you just gonna tell them everything?" I pleaded. "You can't go on hiding like this forever."

"No?" You asked, punching some secret code on the elevator that, like Willy Wonka's glass version, brought us directly to the Lab Space. Andy Dick, tinkering with some keypad that sparked and popped, was very excited to see us with his Frappacino.

(Posted with the permission of the dreamer.)

Labels: andy dick, dreams, kirsten

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:53 PM | shower me with attention

Spring in New York, y'all. On the walk from my parents' place to the subway on Roosevelt Island yesterday the cherry blossoms were displaying themselves shamelessly, the hussies:

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Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:10 AM | shower me with attention