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Saturday, May 21, 2005
We had Kitana's birthday dinner last night and gave her her gifties. She put on the yukata right there in the restaurant, I think she liked it!
She leaves for India in two weeks, for three months. But we're getting off easy with her, because she'd definitely coming back within a specified time frame. As for those other two... Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:38 AM | shower me with attention
Good morning, May 21st, and fuck you! Fuck you, May 21st!
It's a beautiful day! Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, May 20, 2005
Oh, and: once again, my iPod is failing to mount on my desktop when I plug it in. It charges, but doesn't show up, and this time resetting doesn't help.
Piece of junk. This is a common problem, according to the Apple discussion boards. :/ Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 AM | shower me with attention
I wish I had something more interesting to say, but I don't. I'm settling into a routine at the new place, and I love it. I get in early for work every day now. The novelty of my commute is still fresh, so I enjoy it. I don't spend as much time on the computer at home, probably because I'm on a computer 8 or 9 hours a day at work and I'm just sick of it.
That said, four days til the Newsradio DVDs!!!!
And, I dreamed about Mark McKinney last night, so my heart is still with them, even if my online time isn't so much anymore...
I wish the newsgroup would revive, but I can't find a newsreader I really like. I haven't even configured Thunderbird to work with Gina's network yet, so I haven't been on it at all from Penthouse 54... Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
I love this apartment. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
And also:
Belllllllllllllllllch. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention
I wonder if holding onto anger can change you, like... scar your personality. What happens when you let it go? Will you go back to the way you were before, or have you become irrevocably damaged by your anger?
I'm ready to be happy again, dig? But I feel all hard-hearted and wary, still. I hope I haven't become ugly inside permanently.
Maybe that hoping is the balm. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention
I've let out a big breath.
Things should be better now... Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention
I found my knitting needles!! Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:52 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 16, 2005
Yesterday was exhausting, painful, sweaty and strenuous, but it all went surprisingly well. Everyone pulled together. My parents were marvelous, my dad only cried a little, they helped me and Gina load the van up and traffic was good. The gang showed up and pitched in to help us get most of the stuff (and ALL of the really big stuff) across the street and into the new apartment. Everyone went above and beyond the call of duty. They are my heroes.
After, we had a big family dinner around the table: me, Gina, Cheryl, Kitana, Erin, Steph P, and Mike. (Steph M had to leave early because she was sick.) "We" had Magnolia cupcakes and ice cream to celebrate Kitana's birthday. Cheryl helped me put together my bed. Spike already has his favourite place in the new apartment. (It's been named; Penthouse 54: Like Studio 54, but with more coke*!)
The most exciting thing happened yesterday. One of my boxes tumbled open in the van, spilling its contents. It happened to be a box that I've had in my room for ages and haven't opened for all of a year; it contains all of my Kids in the Hall memorobilia from over the past decade. Anyway, when it opened, you know what popped out?
A CD book. THE CD book. THE CD book containing all of my favourite CDs that I had lost over a year ago. Hundreds of dollars worth of CDs that I have been avoiding thinking about because the losing was so painful. My CDs are back. My CD collection is back. The angels sing!
*A joke. We do drink a lot of Diet Coke, but none of us do coke. It is called Penthouse 54 though, because the track lighting gives it a vaguely 70's feel. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:13 AM | shower me with attention
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