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Remembering.

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

Fuck.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:15 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, September 10, 2004

YAY!!!!!!!

So long, you big LOSER!

See you soon, HAND-DRAWN ANIMATION! (Please?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:49 AM | shower me with attention

YAY KNITTY YAY KNITTY YAY KNITTY YAY KNITTY

Oh, wait, who has time to knit?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:37 AM | shower me with attention

It started out like a song.
We started quiet and slow,
With no surprise.
And then one morning I woke
To realize
We had a good thing going.

It's not that nothing went wrong:
Some angry moments, of course,
But just a few,
And only moments, no more,
Because we knew
We had this good thing going.

And if I wanted too much,
Was that such
A mistake
At the time?
You never wanted enough —
All right, tough,
I don't make
That a crime.

And while it's going along,
You take for granted some love
Will wear away.
We took for granted a lot,
But still I say:
It could have kept on growing,
Instead of just kept on.
We had a good thing going,
Going,
Gone.

Stephen Sondheim

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:19 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Boy, I'm just a bastion of negative energy, aren't I? Anyone who's found that old-time religion would do well to stay away from me and my negative, negative vibes.

Aummm, peace.

Fuck. That. You know what's better than peace?

FEELING THINGS.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:26 PM | shower me with attention

If I could just quote all the lyrics from this album, there'd be no need for me to have a blog.

She says it all.

Perfectly.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:18 PM | shower me with attention

Reverend Mother always says when the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.
Maria, The Sound of Music

Would someone open up a window?
No, no, no, TOO MANY FLIES! TOO MANY FLIES!
Chorus, 1776

God, it's hot up here...
Dot, Sunday in the Park with George

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

The moth don't care when he sees the flame
he might get burned, but he's in the game
and once he's in he can't go back,
he'll beat his wings 'til he burns them black
no, the moth don't care when he sees the flame
no, the moth don't care when he sees the flame

The moth don't care if the flame is real
cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
and nothing fuels a good flirtation
like need and anger and desperation
no, the moth don't care if the flame is real
no, the moth don't care if the flame is real

So come on, let's go -- ready or not
cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot away

the moth don't care if the flame burns low
cause moth believes in an afterglow
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
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low

So come on, let's go -- ready or not
cause there's a flame I know hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot away

lyrics by Aimee Mann

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:49 PM | shower me with attention

Aw crap.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:43 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

You know what happens when I get paid time and a half? I get paid what I feel my time is worth.

You know what happens when I come home after TWELVE HOURS of staring at a computer?

You're looking at it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:02 PM | shower me with attention

I think the worst thing about overtime is the loneliness.

That and the blindness.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 PM | shower me with attention

Me no sleep,
me no sleep,
me no
me no
me no sleep.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, September 06, 2004

Oh my god, they killed Piggy! YOU BASTARDS!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 PM | shower me with attention

SUCKS TO YOUR ASS-MAR!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 PM | shower me with attention

I didn't get Disney World, but I did get my relaxing weekend of make-up sleep, martinis and learning how to play poker. I actually won, too. Even though I still don't understand what hands beat what. Memorizing that is like memorizing Latin for me. I just don't care enough to learn. But I will, anyway. I need to watch some more of those tutorial films by Hollywood legend Cecil B. Demille (or was it Bruce LaBruce?)

I brought my grandma's old lazy susan of poker chips over to live at The Penthouse. It begs the question: what was my grandma doing with all those poker chips? She was so not the poker-playing type. Are there any other games that use chips, that seem more likely to be played by little old tightfisted Jewish ladies?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Cleaning the blogroll. Just gonna remind everyone that if you don't blog in two months, I take you off my list. It's not an act of war, and I still love you, it's just that two months is my limit.

Right on.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:20 PM | shower me with attention

HAPPY ADE AND RYNN DAY!!!

Today is the birthday of two of my dearest friends. It is also, as I repeat every year, the day my mother was due to give birth to my sister and I, if she hadn't fallen on the sidewalk outside a showing of Woody Allen's Manhattan (as legend has it.) So it's my spiritual birthday too!

Happy birthday, my dear ones!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:24 PM | shower me with attention