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Friday, September 02, 2005
Happy birthday sarah!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 PM | shower me with attention
Kit came over last night and we watched Slings and Arrows, which was appropriate since this weekend, Mom, TJ, Steph and I are taking a road trip up to Stratford Festival to see Into the Woods and The Tempest As You Like It (the latter reportedly with incidental music by Barenaked Ladies.)
'Kay. Have a good Labour Day and, more importantly, a good sarah day!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:20 AM | shower me with attention
'Kay. Have a good Labour Day and, more importantly, a good sarah day!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:20 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I have absolutely nothing to say right now, unless you want to hear me complain about my trouble sleeping or worry about Ade or talk about how I think Captain Picard is dreamy.
Oh well.
Oh! Kit's back in town and she's coming over tomorrow! Hoo-ha!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Oh well.
Oh! Kit's back in town and she's coming over tomorrow! Hoo-ha!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I received a nice surprise and a nasty surprise at work today. The nice surprise was a gift from Kirsten, barettes and a bag, all Japanese-y, and dropped off at my desk while I was in the middle of an incredibly dull project. She's so thoughtful even far away.
The nasty surprise was news that someone in another department has been talking the smack about me behind my back (within earshot of my best friend, unbeknownst to the smack-talker.) Apparently, she's a big gossip and does this about everyone, but it came as a complete shock to me that she had anything remotely negative to say about me. I'd thought we'd had a casual, friendly working relationship, but apparently, I talk like a five-year old, am not important enough to sit where I sit, and, my favourite part, have been hitting on my boss every chance I get. I believe this would come as a surprise to both me and J-Rock and I find the insinuation both hilarious and insulting to both of us. I don't think I've ever hit on anyone in my life...
Apparently, she does quite the impression of my five-year-old-baby-talk-voice.
WTF? WTF is that? Since when do I talk like a five-year-old? And, more importantly, why am I so shocked every time I find out someone doesn't like me?
Bitch.
Anyway, my iPod mounted and updated unexpectedly last night, for the first time since May or so, so that was pretty thrilling.
Gina just told me something highly disturbing: a woman in Jersey City was attacked by two young girls who tried to cut off her hair in some sort of apparent gang-initiation thing. They'd better stay away from our neighbourhood, I don't fancy walking around with my hair tucked inside my shirt in this weather.
Oh, and what with New Orleans being underwater and all, Gina is having her let's-stock-up-on-canned-goods-and-plan-exit-strategies-while-I-watch-the-weather-channel-all-day fits.
Gnight, evwybuddy. I wuv oo.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
The nasty surprise was news that someone in another department has been talking the smack about me behind my back (within earshot of my best friend, unbeknownst to the smack-talker.) Apparently, she's a big gossip and does this about everyone, but it came as a complete shock to me that she had anything remotely negative to say about me. I'd thought we'd had a casual, friendly working relationship, but apparently, I talk like a five-year old, am not important enough to sit where I sit, and, my favourite part, have been hitting on my boss every chance I get. I believe this would come as a surprise to both me and J-Rock and I find the insinuation both hilarious and insulting to both of us. I don't think I've ever hit on anyone in my life...
Apparently, she does quite the impression of my five-year-old-baby-talk-voice.
WTF? WTF is that? Since when do I talk like a five-year-old? And, more importantly, why am I so shocked every time I find out someone doesn't like me?
Bitch.
Anyway, my iPod mounted and updated unexpectedly last night, for the first time since May or so, so that was pretty thrilling.
Gina just told me something highly disturbing: a woman in Jersey City was attacked by two young girls who tried to cut off her hair in some sort of apparent gang-initiation thing. They'd better stay away from our neighbourhood, I don't fancy walking around with my hair tucked inside my shirt in this weather.
Oh, and what with New Orleans being underwater and all, Gina is having her let's-stock-up-on-canned-goods-and-plan-exit-strategies-while-I-watch-the-weather-channel-all-day fits.
Gnight, evwybuddy. I wuv oo.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 29, 2005
I've been dreaming about Ade almost every night this week. Maybe because it's almost her birthday, or Zombies songs keep popping up on my iPod, or I've been on a Star Trek TNG kick lately, or because I've been reading Vonnegut. I don't know what. I haven't spoken to her since February and I can't get in touch with her and it's freaking me the fuck out. And then when I got home today from work there was a package from a book-ray I signed up for like a year and a half ago. (A book-ray is from Bookcrossing.com, where one person sends someone a book and they read it and send it to the next person down the list. Anyway I was next to last on the list for this book-ray that was started by Ade way ages ago.)
It's a weird coincidence. I'm not terribly superstitious but I'm terribly agnostic and relativist and groundless and rootless and open and confused and willing to accept the possibility of almost anything, and when I spill salt I do toss it over my shoulder into the devil's eyes, so all's I'm saying is, I hope she's okay and gets in touch with me soon...
She's my mentor, you know. And one of my best friends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention
It's a weird coincidence. I'm not terribly superstitious but I'm terribly agnostic and relativist and groundless and rootless and open and confused and willing to accept the possibility of almost anything, and when I spill salt I do toss it over my shoulder into the devil's eyes, so all's I'm saying is, I hope she's okay and gets in touch with me soon...
She's my mentor, you know. And one of my best friends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Stole from sarah. Fun.
Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the
following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song
title as the answer to the question.
What do you think of me, iTunes?
"I'm Only Sleeping", The Beatles
Wow, iTunes really knows me well...
Will I have a happy life?
"Bookends", Simon and Garfunkel.
Okay. I have no idea what to make of that. If we can use the song lyrics to answer the question, I'm fucked. ("Preserve your memories/they're all that's left you..."?)
What do my friends really think of me?
"Really Rosie", Carole King.
So my friends think I'm a child posing as a self-absorbed diva...
Hmm.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Visit the Moon", Ernie (Jim Henson)
Yeah, that's what I thought.
How can I make myself happy?
Alan Rickman "Sense and Sensibility" sound clip: "Nor is the earth the lesser, or loseth ought, For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto another brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought."
Ummmm?
What should I do with my life?
"Everybody's Got the Right", Assassins Broadway cast recording
Wow. I should kill the president? That's what iTunes thinks I should do with my life?
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Alas for You", Godspell 2000 CR
I am so gay. Look at these songs.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Miracles from Molecules", Disneyland Space Mountain Soundtrack
Okay, obviously my iTunes collection is useless for this game.
Can you give me some advice?
"What You Feel", Once More With Feeling Buffy musical episode soundtrack
That one's pretty good actually.
What do you think happiness is?
"One Little Spark (Imagination", EPCOT soundtrack
God, I've got to clean out my iTunes a little bit. This is just sad...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:33 PM | shower me with attention
Yum Scott.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention
Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the
following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song
title as the answer to the question.
What do you think of me, iTunes?
"I'm Only Sleeping", The Beatles
Wow, iTunes really knows me well...
Will I have a happy life?
"Bookends", Simon and Garfunkel.
Okay. I have no idea what to make of that. If we can use the song lyrics to answer the question, I'm fucked. ("Preserve your memories/they're all that's left you..."?)
What do my friends really think of me?
"Really Rosie", Carole King.
So my friends think I'm a child posing as a self-absorbed diva...
Hmm.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Visit the Moon", Ernie (Jim Henson)
Yeah, that's what I thought.
How can I make myself happy?
Alan Rickman "Sense and Sensibility" sound clip: "Nor is the earth the lesser, or loseth ought, For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto another brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought."
Ummmm?
What should I do with my life?
"Everybody's Got the Right", Assassins Broadway cast recording
Wow. I should kill the president? That's what iTunes thinks I should do with my life?
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Alas for You", Godspell 2000 CR
I am so gay. Look at these songs.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Miracles from Molecules", Disneyland Space Mountain Soundtrack
Okay, obviously my iTunes collection is useless for this game.
Can you give me some advice?
"What You Feel", Once More With Feeling Buffy musical episode soundtrack
That one's pretty good actually.
What do you think happiness is?
"One Little Spark (Imagination", EPCOT soundtrack
God, I've got to clean out my iTunes a little bit. This is just sad...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:33 PM | shower me with attention
Yum Scott.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention
She finally took me to the beach! Summer finally happened!
Gina drove us (me and the Stephanies) down to one of those rolls-up-after-Labor-Day resort towns on the Jersey Shore to stay at her boss's beach cottage. We spent most of yesterday bobbing in the waves or lolling on a blanket in the sand. It was absolutely sublime. I missed a spot and got a completely random sunburn just on my collarbone. When I fell asleep last night (on the fold-out-cot from hell) I could still feel the waves pounding into me, dragging my feet through the wet sand, tossing me back and forth, and it was so, so great. I laughed every time I rode a wave and got salt water up my nose twice. Last night we went to the boardwalk and I played me some Skee-ball and got me some cheap plastic crap (Skee-ball prizes are the only context in which cheap plastic crap is remotely desirable) and I rode the Ferris wheel by myself with my braids a-flapping into the sunset. There was a sign I noticed just before I got off the ride that said, "CAUTION: ROTATING MACHINERY, SECURE LONG HAIR AND LOOSE CLOTHING".
Ha ha, whoops.
Puppy left Steph'M a couple of messages on her cell phone that went like this: "Helloooooooo. Hellooooooooo? Mooooooom. Hell-lloooo-oooooooohhhh...."
There were these enormous plaster statues that were Paul Bunyan from the neck down and Alfred E. Neuman from the neck up. More than one of them. Fucking scary. And I had a revelation or something on the Alpine-Ski-Lift ride that runs the length of the boardwalk and back. Something that I had thought was a dream from early childhood turned out to be a memory, but I didn't realize it 'til then. Kind of like how Aunt Barbara once thought she had dreamed up the movie Moon Spinners and I used to think maybe I dreamed the movie Explorers. (I used to have this conversation with people: "Did you ever see that movie where the kids used their computer to make a bubble that let them fly their home-made rocketship to outer space where they met gross green aliens that looked like slimy croissants who watched a lot of tv?" "Huh?")
Later on we got dollar drafts at a seedy place full of smoke and ho-bags. (Alllightbeersarelowincarbschooseontaste.) Those towns are depressing as hell after more than a day, so we were glad to peel back this morning and now I can spend the rest of the day at home doing nothing. Sweet, sweet nothing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:57 AM | shower me with attention
Gina drove us (me and the Stephanies) down to one of those rolls-up-after-Labor-Day resort towns on the Jersey Shore to stay at her boss's beach cottage. We spent most of yesterday bobbing in the waves or lolling on a blanket in the sand. It was absolutely sublime. I missed a spot and got a completely random sunburn just on my collarbone. When I fell asleep last night (on the fold-out-cot from hell) I could still feel the waves pounding into me, dragging my feet through the wet sand, tossing me back and forth, and it was so, so great. I laughed every time I rode a wave and got salt water up my nose twice. Last night we went to the boardwalk and I played me some Skee-ball and got me some cheap plastic crap (Skee-ball prizes are the only context in which cheap plastic crap is remotely desirable) and I rode the Ferris wheel by myself with my braids a-flapping into the sunset. There was a sign I noticed just before I got off the ride that said, "CAUTION: ROTATING MACHINERY, SECURE LONG HAIR AND LOOSE CLOTHING".
Ha ha, whoops.
Puppy left Steph'M a couple of messages on her cell phone that went like this: "Helloooooooo. Hellooooooooo? Mooooooom. Hell-lloooo-oooooooohhhh...."
There were these enormous plaster statues that were Paul Bunyan from the neck down and Alfred E. Neuman from the neck up. More than one of them. Fucking scary. And I had a revelation or something on the Alpine-Ski-Lift ride that runs the length of the boardwalk and back. Something that I had thought was a dream from early childhood turned out to be a memory, but I didn't realize it 'til then. Kind of like how Aunt Barbara once thought she had dreamed up the movie Moon Spinners and I used to think maybe I dreamed the movie Explorers. (I used to have this conversation with people: "Did you ever see that movie where the kids used their computer to make a bubble that let them fly their home-made rocketship to outer space where they met gross green aliens that looked like slimy croissants who watched a lot of tv?" "Huh?")
Later on we got dollar drafts at a seedy place full of smoke and ho-bags. (Alllightbeersarelowincarbschooseontaste.) Those towns are depressing as hell after more than a day, so we were glad to peel back this morning and now I can spend the rest of the day at home doing nothing. Sweet, sweet nothing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:57 AM | shower me with attention
