Tavie
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive


blogs i like:

amy
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom


webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

Other places to find me:
me on the tumblr
me on the flickr
me on the formspring
me on the twitter
me on the ravelry
me on the myspace

Subscribe with Bloglines

Subscribe in a reader


Kids in the Hall on Facebook


my 'currently-reading' shelf:


i want:
wish list

i've read:
goodreads list

?
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
This morning I made a special point to get up and out of the house on time. I left with my dad and we walked down to the subway together hand-in-hand.

We arrived on a subway platform more crowded than a Broadway theatre ladies' room at intermission. We waited through one, two, three... seven trains, all packed like glass jars full of pickled herring, while the poster taunted us, "New Route for F train! Less crowding!"

Eight being my lucky number, it was the eighth train (and now I'm certain I know what "F" stands for) that we managed to squeeze on, and I was only a little over an hour late.

My headache is back.

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention