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You know how they always say people hear but they don't listen?

I think I'm the opposite. I listen but I don't hear.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, February 11, 2005

Your daily quiz, inspired by whatever I'm listening to on my iPod at the moment.

Who can identify this without Google:

So high
in my
lovely i-
-vory tower of
babble babble babble babble
babblebabblebabblebabble
high above the rabble
rabble rabble rabble rabble
babblerabblerabblebabble...

(I bet no one.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, February 10, 2005

People don't believe that DSPS is real, or that I have it, but it's true. If you'd seen me dying of exhaustion at work today and now lying here... nothing.

It's been so bad this week, too.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:59 PM | shower me with attention

I am such a geek.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:19 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Well, that's it; newsgroups are gone. It's the End of an Era. I guess I'll go looking for a free newsreader, if I can muster up the heart...

I met Kitling after work today at the yarn store and purchased some yarn. It's a light-weight yarn, because apparently I want this project to take forever. We ate at the schizoid burger-joint afterwards, and then ended up in a used bookstore. It was musty and glorious. We stayed far too long, but I was much more frugal with the book-buying than I had been with the yarn-buying.

Fuck, I hate AOL.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention

Happy Craig Day, kids! Listen to some of his music in tribute.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

The fact that my computer resets to some wacky time on December 30, 1970 each time I reboot (which happens every time I knock the cord out accidentally, because I have no battery left), is that related to the fact that I, um, have no battery left? I mean, it's dead, it won't charge, I need a new one. Is that related to the clock resetting, or is that another problem?

Because it's screwing with my Blogger publishing. Poo.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 PM | shower me with attention

Ahem:

T: I have some questions to ask you.

Mom: Okay.

T: Who started calling me Tavie?

M: I did.

T: It wasn't me? I didn't make it up?

M: No, we always called you Tavie.

T: Okay. Who made up the spelling?

M: I did. I didn't like T-A-V-Y, I chose the I-E.

T: Okay. (pause) Then why did you call me T-A-V-Y today?

M: I did?

T: By email.

M: I must've been tired.

And there you have it.

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

I have been using parentheses and periods incorrectly all this time!

(When an entire sentence is enclosed in parentheses, the period is placed inside the closing parenthesis.)

When only part of a sentence is enclosed, you put the period outside the parentheses (as you can see).

Yikes!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:20 PM | shower me with attention

My own mother spelled my name wrong in an email: T-A-V-Y.

That is unacceptable.

I must get to the bottom of this. She gave me the damn name!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:55 PM | shower me with attention

I want this tee shirt or this tee shirt. Or possibly this one.

Gina should wear this one.

My favourite part is the snarky, ironic copy accompanying each product. Way to ruin the jokes.

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

Happy Matt Day!

Matt is very naughty, but he is legal now, so that's nice. I still love him despite his naughtiness; he is my Little Love.

Stop having birthdays, people, I can't keep up.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:01 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 07, 2005

You know what? There really is something to the notion that you should call people when you're going to be home hours and hours later than usual, so they don't have a freaking heart attack.

I don't think I ever fully appreciated that before tonight. But now that my sleep is interrupted, of course, she breezes right on in, drunk on all this (unapproved?!) overtime...

...and I can't fall back asleep.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention

Meet Snapfood.com, my new best friend.

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

No can sleep.

Sucks.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 AM | shower me with attention

Today we started work on the Project. I was a little nervous but it went very well, much better than expected. I think this has the potential to be really, really cool. Much better than they're looking for, even. But let me not jinx it.

We took erin out for her birthday, which, according to the clock, is today--

HAPPY erin DAY--

and gave her a Magnolia cake, which looked delicious.

Rynn just asked me, via email, to measure my hair, and I am now reporting that it is 3 inches short of a yard. Disappointing. 3 more inches, c'mon... how do I make it grow any more? I think this is as long as it gets.

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where it stops by itself
do do do do do
do do do do do

erin is 24 years old now. That's some kind of crazy. I think I've known her for 9 years now. How did that happen?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, February 06, 2005

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

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to

SLEEP!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention