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Saturday, December 11, 2004
It's Christmas in The Penthooooooooouuuuussssse...
Me and erin and Gina got a tree. We drove to the place that had trees, and we pranced behind a fence and Gina marched up to the tallest tree, grabbed it, and shouted, "THIS ONE!"
Erin and I spent a few minutes screaming at her that it was too tall-- "It's like the fucking Rockefeller Center tree!"
"It's like the tree that grows in The Nutcracker!"
"It's ten feet--"
"--fifty feet--"
"--A HUNDRED STORIES TALL!!!"
Then the young guy popped his head around the fence and asked if he could help. Gina explained that she needed a tall, skinny, Charlie-Brownish tree.
"We have lots of those," he said.
Erin and I tried to persuade Gina to consider a slightly shorter tree, but Gina was stubborn.
"How tall are your ceilings?"
"Nine feet."
"The tree's less than eight feet," the guy said smugly.
We're decorating it now.
Gina just said, "If you pee in Stephanie's bathroom you can watch yourself!"
"Whuh-huh-hat?" I said.
"'Cause I put the mirror in there in front of the toity!"
The toity.
I love Christmas!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:25 PM | shower me with attention
Me and erin and Gina got a tree. We drove to the place that had trees, and we pranced behind a fence and Gina marched up to the tallest tree, grabbed it, and shouted, "THIS ONE!"
Erin and I spent a few minutes screaming at her that it was too tall-- "It's like the fucking Rockefeller Center tree!"
"It's like the tree that grows in The Nutcracker!"
"It's ten feet--"
"--fifty feet--"
"--A HUNDRED STORIES TALL!!!"
Then the young guy popped his head around the fence and asked if he could help. Gina explained that she needed a tall, skinny, Charlie-Brownish tree.
"We have lots of those," he said.
Erin and I tried to persuade Gina to consider a slightly shorter tree, but Gina was stubborn.
"How tall are your ceilings?"
"Nine feet."
"The tree's less than eight feet," the guy said smugly.
We're decorating it now.
Gina just said, "If you pee in Stephanie's bathroom you can watch yourself!"
"Whuh-huh-hat?" I said.
"'Cause I put the mirror in there in front of the toity!"
The toity.
I love Christmas!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:25 PM | shower me with attention
Christmas party was not horrible. Drinky drinky, talky talky. ("This is nice, Dave, you and me, talky-talky-talky...") I think I might've done something dumb at the very end, I'm not sure though...
I kind of forgot to eat yesterday. I had a dinky lunch and then I didn't feel like eating at the party. I came to The Penthouse afterwards and fell asleep. Then we got up and had Mexican brunch.
It's Christmasy here. I feel more Christmasy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:03 PM | shower me with attention
I kind of forgot to eat yesterday. I had a dinky lunch and then I didn't feel like eating at the party. I came to The Penthouse afterwards and fell asleep. Then we got up and had Mexican brunch.
It's Christmasy here. I feel more Christmasy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:03 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 10, 2004
Holiday guilt GO AWAY!
Getinthespiritgetinthespiritgetinthespirit
I'm ruining Christmas by feeling guilty about having no money. Not even sending cards. ME. Not sending cards.
STOPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTT!!! THERE WILL BE LOTS! OF! GOOD! CHEER!
Tonight's the "holiday party" at work. There will be lots of good cheer, where good cheer = free booze.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 AM | shower me with attention
Getinthespiritgetinthespiritgetinthespirit
I'm ruining Christmas by feeling guilty about having no money. Not even sending cards. ME. Not sending cards.
STOPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTT!!! THERE WILL BE LOTS! OF! GOOD! CHEER!
Tonight's the "holiday party" at work. There will be lots of good cheer, where good cheer = free booze.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Don't read this scary article about the kind of America that we're becoming.
It's fucking terrifying.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention
It's fucking terrifying.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Oh, but it's that time of year. It was freakishly, springishly warm today. I don't want warm; I want freezing, freezing, I want snow. I want the rain to turn into pretty.
It's that time of year when it's wall-to-wall tourists. Everyone's family's in town; everyone's on school vacation and coming to see the big tree, and the big snowflake, and the big stores, and whatever the hell else is great about New York at Christmastime (which is lots and lots.) Too much traffic. Stay away from midtown.
And keep me away from the gol-blasted yarn stores when I have no money to buy presents for anyone.
It's an illness, what I have.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 PM | shower me with attention
It's that time of year when it's wall-to-wall tourists. Everyone's family's in town; everyone's on school vacation and coming to see the big tree, and the big snowflake, and the big stores, and whatever the hell else is great about New York at Christmastime (which is lots and lots.) Too much traffic. Stay away from midtown.
And keep me away from the gol-blasted yarn stores when I have no money to buy presents for anyone.
It's an illness, what I have.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, who let me into the yarn shop? Who?
I am diseased.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
I am diseased.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
The sticker for the afterparty for the NYC show of KITH Tour of Duty 2002 fell out of my wallet. :(
I'd been carrying that around in different wallets for two years. Was good memories.
I am sad.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:24 PM | shower me with attention
I'd been carrying that around in different wallets for two years. Was good memories.
I am sad.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:24 PM | shower me with attention
I am creating a new Kids in the Hall fan at work. It's very cool, like playing god. First I lent him Season One, fearing he wouldn't really watch it. He brought it back after the weekend, having devoured the entire season (but not the extras, boo!) He is determined to rent Season Two on Netflix. (I'd lend it to him but I DON'T OWN IT YET!!!)
Then yesterday we were talking about laser eye surgery and I mentioned Foley's film of his own surgery on Same Guys, New Dresses and he wanted to borrow that, too.
And when this is all done, something new will exist that did not exist before: a KITH fan.
Buahahahahaha.
Ahem. Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 AM | shower me with attention
Then yesterday we were talking about laser eye surgery and I mentioned Foley's film of his own surgery on Same Guys, New Dresses and he wanted to borrow that, too.
And when this is all done, something new will exist that did not exist before: a KITH fan.
Buahahahahaha.
Ahem. Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 06, 2004
It's that time of year again! Make your own snowflake!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:51 PM | shower me with attention
Happy St Nicholas Day! Oh, darn, I forgot to fill my wooden shoes with hay and carrots!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:15 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:15 AM | shower me with attention
NEW KNITTY NEW KNITTY NEW KNITTY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 05, 2004
I have asked everyone not to get me Christmas gifts this year, as I can't reciprocate and the guilt is bad enough, and although I think I can trust my friends, my family is stubbornly nagging me to write my letter to Santa.
Maybe Santa will decide I've been too good not to get a gift, in which case I entreat him to give me what I want most; or maybe he'll decide this is the year that I deserve the Denise Interchangeable Needle Set; or maybe the old elf will just sort by priority.
But if you get me anything, Santa, get me those DVDs... and not from a store, I want the tee-shirt, too...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:00 PM | shower me with attention
Maybe Santa will decide I've been too good not to get a gift, in which case I entreat him to give me what I want most; or maybe he'll decide this is the year that I deserve the Denise Interchangeable Needle Set; or maybe the old elf will just sort by priority.
But if you get me anything, Santa, get me those DVDs... and not from a store, I want the tee-shirt, too...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:00 PM | shower me with attention
