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Tonight Gina and Steph and I got lost driving through several boroughs to get to Roosevelt Island (just because I live there doesn't mean I know how to drive there, as several people know very well), where my friend from junior high, Amanda, was having her baby shower.

We really only stayed long enough to eat free Puerto Rican food, but I did get to give her my gift. Four months in the making, and the baby will be able to wear it for about four minutes. But it went over really well. No one could believe I knitted it. It was amazing. Amanda's reaction was so perfect that I'm already planning several more projects for her baby, which is due to arrive in 2 weeks.

Washrag. (Someone just yelled for me to write down that word, so I did. I don't know why. Washrag. Washrag. Weird.)

Anyway. And I touched a pregnant belly for the first time. It was really weird. And my dad almost cried because "Little A is having a little baby". Which was really touching. I can't wait until her kid is old enough for us to take it to Disney World. I used to love going to Disney World with Amanda.

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

I bought a sweater for $7.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:38 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, March 19, 2004

I must be mad at myself. Usually I get songs in my head that I at least remotely like. Yesterday my inner radio tortured me with a song I loathe (Kiss today goodbye... and point me towards tomorrow..., a.k.a. The Worst Song in the Already Terribly Mediocre Score that is A Chorus Line) and today, I have The Worst Song from Wicked (a little number no one who reads this knows, called "Dancing Through Life", which is just as trite as it sounds.)

Dammit, you'd think, if I have showtunes--which is my favourite genre of music-- in my head, that they'd be good ones. You'd think.

WON'T FORGET CAN'T REGRET WHAT I DIIIIIID FOR

[blog ended prematurely as poster rushes off to vomit]

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:10 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Best Sex and Gender class ever tonight. We discussed the relationship (or lack thereof) between hip-hop and feminism, and the end of the class was just one long rant by a girl on the subject of Lil Kim, her weave, and her propensity for publicly discussing her passion for giving head. Even the usually serious, earnest Prof couldn't stop laughing.

Came to Mint Manor tonight, like I used to on Thursday nights. Time to soak up as much Mint Manor time as possible before it is gone forever. I wonder which one of the stages of grief this is. (I think I'm still on "anger".)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 PM | shower me with attention

Tonight I met some of The Goils and we went to Beauty Bar and then we went to Movieoke where, properly tipsy, Kitana and I performed a scene from that greatest of unappreciated cult comedies, Brain Candy:

Kitana: Get your finger out of my face, Don.
Tavie: Don't you touch my finger.
Kitana: Get your finger out of my face!
Tavie: Don't you touch my finger!

When we tussled, there were big laughs. I was especially proud of my delivery of "Ow, my fucking finger."

None of this would have been possible without the whiskey I consumed at Beauty Bar, but I'm very glad we did it. Wow, I can't believe I got up in front of a bunch of strangers and said stuff, all perform-y-like. It was really fun. Are performers always drunk?

(I've been drunk unusually often this week. Probably the most often I've ever been drunk-- twice in one week. Don't be alarmed. It was fun. Now I must study and write a paper.)

(Oh, oh: I had a pleasantly stupid conversation with an equally tipsy young man walking home from the subway. The best part was, there was no penis visible at any time during the conversation. Therefore I'm back to not hating men!)

(I wonder what we talked about.)

(I hope we never meet again.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Have a lot of work to do tonight and tomorrow night. Was planning to get started soon as I got home at 9, but They Who Spawned Me decided to gang up on me shortly after I walked in. Put me in a very Bobby Terrence sort of place, which I resent. So I decided to go to the movies. Without a word to them, since I don't believe people who treat me like that deserve to be privvy to my plans. (I did text message Sis from the theatre so that she could, if she so chose, prevent the heart attack my mother was giving herself worrying about where I was on such a dark and snowy night. Maybe family therapy was a good idea.)

So I'm several hours behind on all the crap I have to do. So be it. Starsky and Hutch was surprisingly entertaining. Only a little boring at times. Some funny moments in there. That stupid Wilson boy is charming. And I'd never eaten sausages and celery (what dinner I could grab before I left) in a movie theatre before. Novel.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:49 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

My new breakfast of choice is Flax Pancakes with bacon (or sausage or just butter and fake syrup. The fake syrup really fucking sucks though.)

It's amazing to eat pancakes again even if they're not really like real pancakes. And these aren't the Atkins-style pancakes, so there's no sneaky hidden carbs in them. They're made with seeds and eggs. Yes, seeds and eggs. Apparently, seeds + eggs = pancakelike result.

Here is my recipe:

2 eggs
2 tablespoons milled flax seeds
crapkins fake maple water-- I mean syrup
butter
bacon (optional)

Butter frying pan.
Beat eggs. Add seeds. Add a healthy squirt of Crapkins fake maple syrup to make the pancakes sweet.
Pour half of mixture into pan. When edges are firm, flip. When it seems like it's fully cooked, take it off and repeat.

The result is a couple of fat pancakes similar in texture to buckwheat pancakes. Total carbs = 17, minus 8 for fiber equals 9 net carbs. Very nice for second-stage Atkins. (Calories = 300, if you're counting, which you should. This is a good number of calories for an Atkins breakfast. You can drive the calorie count WAY up by wrapping the pancakes around bacon. Which is nice if you're trying to get the bulk of your calories at breakfast, which you should.)

I don't recommend that you pour the syrup over the pancakes and try to eat them as if they're actually pancakes. It's very disappointing. Instead, think of them as a vehicle for bacon, or some other type of breakfast sandwich. I even had them once, minus the syrup flavoring, as a base for a faux-quesadilla. The strangest things start tasting good for you when you've been eating this way for awhile...

That concludes Tavie's Recipe Funhouse for the day. In other news... it appears to be snowing. Hard. Yesterday I was broiling. Now it is snowing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:27 PM | shower me with attention

My Airport connection isn't working (even though the status bars say I'm connected) so I'm stuck with dial-up.

Can that be related to the dead battery, or the fact that the date keeps switching to January 1, 1970?

Piece of crap.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:29 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 15, 2004

I need to live alone.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:01 PM | shower me with attention

My woodprint workshop class thingie started five minutes ago. I guess I should go to it instead of reading email in the computer lab.

Can I just say that the month of May has always been historically rotten for me and now the trend will continue unabated. It's nice when traditions can be upheld.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:41 PM | shower me with attention

ANOTHER book of mine has been caught!

This is so exciting!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:27 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Woo! Someone caught one of my books! My first wild catch!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:36 PM | shower me with attention

Gina and Stephanie got that stupid apartment in Jersey City and they're moving in May or something.

Fuck that shit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:44 PM | shower me with attention

Woah, there are 474 calories in three martinis. I wonder if that includes the olives. Fitday says so anyway. I wonder if that includes Vodka martinis, or just gin. I had Vodka. Me and mister Wodka don't hang around where we're not wanted.

I owe Kitana fifty-fourdollars now. But I had a fun night.

I owe Erin sixteen dollars.

I like to keep track.

Kitana and I shared several olives by passing them to one another using only our mouths, it was awesome.

I'm going to bed now. I can type perfectly in this state but I don't think what I say makes much sense.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:41 AM | shower me with attention