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Below, shame: improper use of the subjunctive.

I wish I were an owl.

Mnemonic:

What if I wereRomeo in black jeans?

Wait, no, that doesn't work, because doesn't he screw it up in the next line?

What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth...

Oh, dear.

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

I wish I was an owl.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:35 PM | shower me with attention

Hee hee. I love this song:

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun

Hee hee. Feed the ducks with a bun.

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

This character here. He breaks my heart.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

There's a production of The Baker's Wife at te Paper Mill Playhouse going on through May 15 that I really, really, really want to see.

But where the hell is Millburn, NJ?

Dammit.

(Also: Harold and Maude: The Musical? Wha?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I have been very sad since last night. There's no specific reason for it. I believe it's related to girl chemistry and the cycles of the moon, if'n you see what I'm saying, which of course you do. But it's true nonetheless. I've been swelled with pity for people I don't know, people I do know, people I'm close to, people I've never met, animals, myself, inanimate objects, television characters, the world, the planets...

Sad. Sad and wanting to cry but not actually crying. Just dulled with sadness.

I accidentally said "Gee whiz" today when I got olive oil all over my crossword puzzle and then I felt so, so sad-- not for the crossword puzzle (which sucks, but you know, not the end of the world) but because the words "gee whiz" have always made me want to cry. That and "jeepers". I don't know what it is, but people should never, ever say those things, not even in jest. They make me so horribly sad.

I'm so fucked up. Stupid hormones.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:49 PM | shower me with attention

Today, while Steph and I were having lunch at Mary Anne's, Fred Armisen came in with a very skinny blonde woman and had lunch a few tables over.

I was impressed. Steph was not.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:15 PM | shower me with attention

Long dark twenties twenties
long dark twenties twenties
long dark twenties twenties
LOSER

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Monday, April 18, 2005

Sigh. I love him.

(Joe's Pub has really gone downhill, though. By which I mean the food. Now. Sucks. But the Bloody Marys are good!)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention

Tonight, tonight, I see Michael Penn tonight!

It was pure luck. My friend Robert sent me a new song of his from his upcoming album and on Friday it came onto my iPod on random, and I heard it and thought, "I wonder when the album is coming out." So I went to his website to find out and ended up on the "tour dates" page, and thought, "I wonder if he'll play New York", and lo and behold, he was playing New York the following MONDAY (today!) so I told my goils and we're going to see him at Joe's Pub tonight!

Whoopee!

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

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I've spent the whole weekend with my friend Steph (v. Old Skool) and it is wonderful. We went to our friend Amanda's son's first birthday party. He is a bunny. I wanted to eat him up. Instead I ate two empanadas. Whoops.

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