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Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, July 26, 2002

Today Tara comes to visit! I cleaned the bathroom in preparation and sort of tidied up my room. The mat is set up in there for her. I feel like I should offer her the air mattress and take the mat instead, since I'm equally comfortable on both and she'd probably rather be closer to the door than have to climb over me to get to the bathroom or whatever, but the thought of switching the sheets exhausts me.

It's nice and cool. If Gina and I had gotten our acts together we could have set up the Red Room (Redrum) for her, but our acts were scattered to the point that preparing that chamber was not going to happen. So it's storage in there once again.

I hope she doesn't mind sharing with me. I suppose if I need to read or watch television to all hours I can do that downstairs on the tufon.

I wonder when my computer is going to arrive.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:46 PM | shower me with attention

Listen to, say, "The Moth" and tell me if the stretching of the word "away" to ten dancing musical syllables isn't the most fantastic thing you've heard in a long time.

And flames are never doused completely
All you really need is a love of heat.
No, the moth don't care if the flame burns low.

She good, honeychile, she good.

Okay, now I'm going to bed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:09 AM | shower me with attention

I cannot believe how long I have been sitting at this computer looking for Hedwig and the Angry Inch Sims skins, which simply do not exist. Literally, hours of combing skins sites.

Please, someone create some. I'm going to bed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:05 AM | shower me with attention

We painted the bathroom today. Powder blue.

That's about it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:34 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, July 25, 2002

I'm afraid.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:24 PM | shower me with attention

Okay, there's this character in this book I'm reading, Another Roadside Attraction, and who does he remind you of?

The P-I reporter had been right about the man's grooming: neat. Equally correct concerning his olive-and-rust checkered suit: natty. He was not handsome in the traditional American sense. His face was too soft for that-- soft, sensitive, moon-cheeked, shy-smiled, babyish. He was... well, let's use the word: cute. Women would probably find him attractive... But for all his apparent sensitivity, there was grit in him, too. His eyes were as full of mischief as Jack the Ripper. He could, it was plain to see, be as ornery as dried bird shit. He had sandy hair and was of medium height and build.

Well, it reminds me of him. If you don't know of whom I speak, you're no kind of Superfan, and get out of my face.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:02 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, July 24, 2002

Two things of import.

The first, my mother came home today and revealed that she had, a month earlier than planned, gone online and purchased me an iBook, which would arrive in five to seven business days. (Me: Huminahuminahuminawhaaaaaa?) An iBook, by the way, she can ill-afford. Good glory.

The second, I went to see erin's new apartment in Jersey City, and then over to Mint Manor, a short PATH ride indeed. I was reading my book (see left), barely noticed when three girls boarded, none older than about 12 years old. I had just braided my hair to get it off my neck, and I hear, "Can I have half your braids?" Engrossed in light-hearted tales of mysticism and religious intrigue, I barely register this until it is repeated. "Can I have half your braids?"

I look up and see see one of the girls is addressing me. "What?"

"Your braids. Can I have half? I got scissors?"

I am amused. "But you have your own braids."

She fingers her extensions. "This is horsehair. The horses asked me to stop taking they hair because they freezing they asses off. Can I have a piece of yours? I got scissors."

I giggle. "I'm kind of attached to them."

"So was the horse."

"But your look so good on you."

She finds this hard to dispute. Her friend gives me a big smile and elbows her in the side. "Can't you see she's trying to read? Let her read."

So I pretend to read, but really, I am simply entertained by this exchange for the remainder of the ride. When I get off at Harrison, the friend gives me a big smile and says, "Bye!"

Is so cute. Is so cute, no?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

So of course right after I whine about how I have no life, I go out to Southstreet Seaport with my sister and my aunt to see a free Janis Ian concert and it was a lot of fun. They moved it inside because of rain and there was a beautiful view of the Brooklyn Bridge framing her as she sang and wind and rain crashing outside and stuff. Good times.

And then, walking home from the subway, Kirsten and I run into erin's Matt and Jordan! What the! What the!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention

Cheryl said it good. (Not well; she said it good). I know what I am. I'm lonely. I'm not at Mint Manor and instead of taking advantage of the only advantage my city home has over my Jersey home (namely, The City), I am keeping company by watching television, all day, all night. I learned some interesting things about Mike Myers on E last night, and missed my habitual M*A*S*H rerun (but FX shows M*A*S*H often), and watched Family Ties, and, man, it's like, who are my friends now? Hawkeye Pierce and Alex P. Keaton?

So, why don't you call someone, you say?

Who? Everyone has jobs or lives or is gallavanting in California. I need to go back to Mint Manor and just get a low-paying job in Jersey. The only reason I hold out is because Manhattan salaries are so much better, but {dramatic flourish} is it worth it???{/dramatic flourish}

I wish I was going to Jersey City tonight to help erin paint her new room in her new apartment. Now that's kind of a sad wish, isn't it? (Not the erin part. The painting part.)

So baby, kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
and let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
where I get lost in space that goes on forever
and you make all the rest just an afterthought
and I believe it's you who could make it better
but it's no-o-o-o-o-ot.
No, it's no-o-o-o-o-ot.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:51 PM | shower me with attention

I'm going through those low-life periods. My sense of having any sort of life is very low. I want to go out and do things but can't think of anything to do and can't pay for anything, anyway. And there's nothing good on tv, which is sad, as I'm doing pretty much nothing but watching tv.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:30 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, July 22, 2002

Good glory. Two new songs here, one of them an old song called "Backfire", and one a new one called "Nightmare Girl".

Adore "Nightmare Girl".

Adore.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 PM | shower me with attention

I need my own computer already.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 PM | shower me with attention