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We never did get to the Duplex today. We're planning to go tomorrow. But we did save Gina's birthday from its disappointing beginnings. KIT IS HERE!!!

My sis came over with her cool friend Emily, and erin and sarah too, and my sister made us all sukiyaki. And I haylped. I was the chopper, dicer, dishwasher and General Kitchen Patrol.

Then Gina opened her prezzies, and then I went and put my corset on (just to show), and served the Magnolia's cupcakes. Which is when the birthday celebration REALLY perked up.

Then both Emily and sarah drew pictures of me in the corset! sarah gave me permission to link hers, but I didn't get permission to link Emily's. But I am anyway 'cause it was so good. Don't reproduce it. And if she gets mad at me I'll take it down. I shouldn't take liberties with someone I only met today. But she was so nice.

Then I told sarah about my dream last night, which was that I was a pediatrician but I was a really bad one and the kids cried when I tried to take care of them. So then she drew me a comic strip! Which is awesome.

So I dunno about Gina, but I had a really good Gina Day!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 PM | shower me with attention

HAPPY GINA DAY!!!!!!!!!!

She's 40. For-tee! FORTY!

That is. So old.

No it isn't. And she had a birthday party at work and the theme was Spongebob Squarepants. So. She's not so old.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:10 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, August 01, 2003

Hotty McHotson has a blog!

Welcome, Francis!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention

I did it on one hour sleep and a nose like a saltwater faucet. The whole thing (which, did I mention? was an appointment at the unemployment office so that I can keep getting my benefits) took half an hour.

So's I's spent the rest of the morning dawdling around midtown, then had lunch with Sis. Korean. Spicy.

Now I'm home and once again looking at the clock and noticing that I have to be out of here in 3 hours to meet Gina and Kirsten. When will I get my makeup sleep? The world has to let me sleep at some point or I'll go into a coma and miss both Gina's birthday (Saturday) and Kitana's whirlwind visit (Saturday and Sunday).

I don't do well on no sleep. I really don't. I tend to pass out on people's couches.

I started Toni Morrison's Sula last night and I'm almost done with it. It's the first Toni Morrison I've read and it is breathtaking. Literally, every few pages I keep gasping. Shock after shock. That's some good readin'. Now I know what Kirsten's been talking about all these years.

Last night in Afr-Am-Lit, we watched a documentary about Audre Lorde, a black lesbian poet scholar (good friend of Adrienne Rich, who Matt had me read and she was stunning), and at the end of the documentary you find out that she's died of breast cancer. And it's a shock because the information comes about very suddenly at the end of the movie, as you see film footage taken later and later, and she's getting frailer and frailer. And it made me cry. And the lights came up and I was the only damn one crying. And I'm not even black, lesbian, a poet or a scholar, although my friend Debbie, my Cybermom, died of breast cancer four years ago so maybe that's it. You know that story-- I was the daughter she never had, she helped me through my high-school depression, we kept almost meeting but something always happened to delay it, and she died before we ever met in person. Just like Helene Hanff and Frank Doyle. The story of whom also makes me cry.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:56 PM | shower me with attention

I have to be somewhere tomorrow. In five and a half hours, rather. And I can't miss it this time.

So that sucks, me not being remotely tired and all.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:58 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, July 31, 2003

I just want to state, here and for the record, that the events in the film Star Trek: Nemesis never happened.

Nope. In fact, probably somewhere right now, Dan Connor, Edith Bunker and Data are playing poker right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Octavia is the #1002 most common female name.
0.008% of females in the US are named Octavia.
Around 10200 US females are named Octavia!
source namestatistics.com

Seventeen better names than Darrill?!

Link c/o Tara.

And please note the percentage.

Also:

Tavie is a very rare female name.
Very few females in the US are named Tavie.
Be proud of your unique name!
source namestatistics.com

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:53 PM | shower me with attention

Summery things I have done this summer:

1. Watched fireworks.
2. Walked around in sandals.
3. Eaten barbecue in the backyard.
4. Sweated.
5. Made lemonade.

Summery things I have not done this summer:

1. Gone to the beach.
2. Swam.
3. Gone to The Park. (Central.)
4. Lain around in the sun. (Properly sunblocked, don't nag me please.)
5. Walked down a New York City street eating watermelon and spitting the seeds into the gutter. (A personal tradition.)

So I'm half-and-half. But the summer's more'n half done. Summer, where are you going? Come back, Summer! We have not made sweet Summer love yet, you and I! What do you mean, it's not your fault that I spend all night watching tv and sleep until the very last possible second and then get up and go to class until it's nighttime? What do you mean, I'm squandering you away and it's my own damn fault?

You're mean, Summer! I'm not talking to you anymore!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention

I am pleased to report that pink kitty-nose does not taste like bubblegum, nor does black kitty-nose taste like licorice.

Kitty noses are like cute buttons that I have to press. I add sound effects: "BOOP!"

"BOOP!"

"BOOP!"

Soon they will become annoyed with me and plot my death.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Oh hey, I got a 92 on that math test that I supposedly was to fail, so, hey hey hey (Jack-ay, heyheyhey!), that's good news. But since there is little hope for a repeat performance on my next math test (Thursday), look forward to more grousing on the subject in this space.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention

How delightful he is. I do hope that in my imaginary production of Godspell, he will sport a hat. And a sequined penis.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, July 28, 2003

It's remarkable. I've been awake at 5:30 almost every morning this summer ("The Summer of Nick@Nite" - the start of "Kids Say the Darnedest Things" is my Vespers), and yet I almost never think to look out the window at the sunrise.

Remarkable. This may be the first morning all summer I've thought to look out the window.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:35 AM | shower me with attention

I wanted to see my friend Matt (not this one, another one-- there are too many Matts, too many Daves, too many Jennifers, too many Stephanies) at the UCB Theatre today, I really wanted to. But it was disaster time at Mint Manor. It was plumbing-related. It was septic. It was not good.

We got out about an hour before the show started, and I had to wait for the PATH train, and wait and wait and wait.

So I didn't make it.

That was my sole plan for the day, too. With nothing to fall back upon, I returned home and spent the evening watching television with my parents. Which I enjoy, as they're good folks.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:54 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, July 27, 2003

In my dream, a woman plays Jesus in Godspell, and in my dream, that woman is me. (In my dream, I can sing, dance and act.)

In the past, I have gathered Converse hi-top sneakers, brightly-coloured suspenders, a Superman shirt. I've practiced my solos both in and out of the shower. I've scouted out locations. There's a glitzy musical production perpetually being staged in the back of my brain. If you're reading this, you're probably in it. If you're known to sing, you probably have a solo. Even if you're a lurker, you're probably somewhere in the background, setting up the scenery and hauling the curtain.

I don't wish to be crucified, but I do wish to be harmonized with.

So, today I found the rainbow-striped pants needed to complete my dream. I found them in, of all places, Dylan's Candy Bar, on 60th and 3rd.

One of these days, I'll march in and buy those multi-hued trousers, and then my dream will be complete: Jesus-- fat, long-haired, left-footed and female-- will dance and sing. Oh what a day that will be.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:46 AM | shower me with attention

The Project is going along swimmingly. I'm very excited about it.

It's fun having Sarah in the city.

I haven't done any studying for the AfrAmLit midterm on Monday but since it's open-book and I've read the material, I have a feeling I'm never going to get around to preparing for it. I usually don't and it usually works out.

It's more humid than a giantess's underbreast in here. What was it that I like about summertime, again?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 AM | shower me with attention