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Monday, October 31, 2005
Happy Halloween! and Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
The whole gang came over last night for our Spooky Halloween Dinner. Cheryl was a goth schoolgirl, Kathy was a slutty schoolgirl, StephP was Slash, Gina had some damn red alien eyes on her head, and I was a fairy*. A pretty, pretty faaaairy. I finally wore the wings Gina got me for Halloween three years ago but I never got around to wearing. And it turns out I just happen to have clothes that would look good on a fairy. (I wasn't a naked fairy like the one at right.)
So I was a Big Fat Fairy and a self parody at the same time. Oh, the cleverness of me!
*Mike was Mike and Steph M was Steph M.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
The whole gang came over last night for our Spooky Halloween Dinner. Cheryl was a goth schoolgirl, Kathy was a slutty schoolgirl, StephP was Slash, Gina had some damn red alien eyes on her head, and I was a fairy*. A pretty, pretty faaaairy. I finally wore the wings Gina got me for Halloween three years ago but I never got around to wearing. And it turns out I just happen to have clothes that would look good on a fairy. (I wasn't a naked fairy like the one at right.)
So I was a Big Fat Fairy and a self parody at the same time. Oh, the cleverness of me!
*Mike was Mike and Steph M was Steph M.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Another successful Horrorfest. We watched Saw (Cary Elwes can't keep his American accent in moments of terror), Evil Dead II (the most hilarious film ever made?) and Prince of Darkness (that was just plain good.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:18 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:18 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, October 28, 2005
Work's been stressful. It's been stressful for me and it's been a lot more stressful for dear Prince O Darkness.
This weekend is the Horror Movie Slumberfest with Andrew and his new girl, Joanna. Despite my lobbying to have it at my place, once again, the brat refuses to come here and instead insists I drag my ass up to Inwood, Inwood is at the very tip of Manhattan, practically in the Bronx. Jersey City is just across the river from the opposite tip. It's a good 2 hour trip from door to door, and I've taken it several times; Andrew has taken it zero times, despite repeated invitations. Frankly, I'm a little annoyed about that. I may not have a projector, but I have lots of comfy lounging space.
Anyway. That's the plan for the weekend. I hope I feel more up to it tomorrow. Today was horrible for me, physically. Several people asked me why Iooked so miserable ("It can't be that bad... it's almost the weekend!") It's really just because of the cold I've been fighting, and the fact that my period started today (Crampy the Wonder Dwarf returns!) and I stupidly, stupidly took two doses of Nyquil to get to sleep last night. I'd been taking a dose a night for the last two weeks, which is ridiculous, but last night I panicked, thinking I'd forced myself to stay awake through the effectiveness, so I took another dose.
I was completely stoned all day. Stoned on Nyquil. I felt so fuzzy-headed and detached. That and the cramps and the hurty sinuses and throat made for a very sad day indeed. And yet I had no trouble doing my work. I could answer ridiculous questions from Dippity Do's with no trouble at all, but then I'd knock over a box of paperclips while trying to stand up. It was so stupid.
And the lady at work threw out my food, which I was going to take home for dinner. I left work as crabby as crabby can be.
But I came home and made some low-carb brownies from a mix, and turned on some mindless movie with Demi Moore shaving her head and Viggo Mortensen with a creepy moustache, and I've been knitting my scarf.
I already have the scrambled-egg scarf, but I need a slightly less bulky scarf for cold-but-not-blizzardy days. I'm usually too much of a snob to knit with acrylic, but I make exceptions for Lion Brand Homespun, which is so fluffy and silky and comfy, it's the only acrylic yarn I really like. Gina bought a bunch of it and never used it and last year I idly picked up a sunshiney skein and started making a skinny ribbed scarf, and that's what I aim to finish this weekend. It's gotten really nippy out and I'm tired of using someone's hot-pink scarf. (Who left a hot pink scarf here? Was it you?)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
This weekend is the Horror Movie Slumberfest with Andrew and his new girl, Joanna. Despite my lobbying to have it at my place, once again, the brat refuses to come here and instead insists I drag my ass up to Inwood, Inwood is at the very tip of Manhattan, practically in the Bronx. Jersey City is just across the river from the opposite tip. It's a good 2 hour trip from door to door, and I've taken it several times; Andrew has taken it zero times, despite repeated invitations. Frankly, I'm a little annoyed about that. I may not have a projector, but I have lots of comfy lounging space.
Anyway. That's the plan for the weekend. I hope I feel more up to it tomorrow. Today was horrible for me, physically. Several people asked me why Iooked so miserable ("It can't be that bad... it's almost the weekend!") It's really just because of the cold I've been fighting, and the fact that my period started today (Crampy the Wonder Dwarf returns!) and I stupidly, stupidly took two doses of Nyquil to get to sleep last night. I'd been taking a dose a night for the last two weeks, which is ridiculous, but last night I panicked, thinking I'd forced myself to stay awake through the effectiveness, so I took another dose.
I was completely stoned all day. Stoned on Nyquil. I felt so fuzzy-headed and detached. That and the cramps and the hurty sinuses and throat made for a very sad day indeed. And yet I had no trouble doing my work. I could answer ridiculous questions from Dippity Do's with no trouble at all, but then I'd knock over a box of paperclips while trying to stand up. It was so stupid.
And the lady at work threw out my food, which I was going to take home for dinner. I left work as crabby as crabby can be.
But I came home and made some low-carb brownies from a mix, and turned on some mindless movie with Demi Moore shaving her head and Viggo Mortensen with a creepy moustache, and I've been knitting my scarf.
I already have the scrambled-egg scarf, but I need a slightly less bulky scarf for cold-but-not-blizzardy days. I'm usually too much of a snob to knit with acrylic, but I make exceptions for Lion Brand Homespun, which is so fluffy and silky and comfy, it's the only acrylic yarn I really like. Gina bought a bunch of it and never used it and last year I idly picked up a sunshiney skein and started making a skinny ribbed scarf, and that's what I aim to finish this weekend. It's gotten really nippy out and I'm tired of using someone's hot-pink scarf. (Who left a hot pink scarf here? Was it you?)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I've been fighting a cold (and barely winning) for over a week now. But I'm still coming out on top. Do you think it's the chewable cherry flavoured zinc? Or that Airborne stuff that PrinceofDarkness gave me that made my water fizzy?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 24, 2005
Achoo! Achoo! ACHOO!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Three exciting things on this chizzly* Saturday, in order of excitingness:
1. I have a watch again! Thanks, Mom! (Stop reading this!!!) Ah, the gift of time.
2. I finished the SATURDAY NY Times crossword for the first time ever. (Saturday is the hardest of the week, followed by Friday, then Thursday/Sunday tied.)
3. Sweeney Todd, currently in previews, hotly sought-after tickets, starring Michael "Scary Hedwig/Awesome Wilkes-Boothe" Cerveris and Patti "Never Heard Her In Evita But I Heard She's Good" Lupone-- the production where the cast all plays their own instruments-- I had had no hope of seeing this show, being light of purse, and then Steph told me that her cousin couldn't go, and invited me to come along to the matinee today. Holy cow! A Dream-Come-True-Garage-Door-Opener-Silly.
WELL! It was very different from the NYCO production I saw last year with Andrew-- but it was fantastic. Sparse set and costumes, (sometimes overly clever) staging (sometimes worked,sometimes didn't), brilliant performances not to be believed. How do people play instruments AND sing and move around the stage at the same time? You have to see it to believe it. And it works almost always. And they're not simple songs-- they're tricky harmonies and odd metres, and these people all did it brilliantly. Patti Lupone danced around with a damn tuba. And played it. No wonder people are clamouring to see this thing.
I think I had a leg up, having seen two other productions (one on PBS), so I knew, for example, that the little white coffin Sweeney cradles in act 2 is somehow supposed to represent a fancy barber's chair set over a trapdoor. Yeah. That didn't exactly come across. And the pouring of blood into buckets to represent bodies falling through the trapdoor into the bakery downstairs, I don't think that really came across. I had to kind of explain it afterwards.
There was a hot violin-playing guy (yeah I know, I find most violin-playing guys hot, I don't know, it's a thing I have) singing all perty and acting all crazy.
What a great show.
*I'm inventing a new portmanteau, do you like it?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:29 PM | shower me with attention
1. I have a watch again! Thanks, Mom! (Stop reading this!!!) Ah, the gift of time.
2. I finished the SATURDAY NY Times crossword for the first time ever. (Saturday is the hardest of the week, followed by Friday, then Thursday/Sunday tied.)
3. Sweeney Todd, currently in previews, hotly sought-after tickets, starring Michael "Scary Hedwig/Awesome Wilkes-Boothe" Cerveris and Patti "Never Heard Her In Evita But I Heard She's Good" Lupone-- the production where the cast all plays their own instruments-- I had had no hope of seeing this show, being light of purse, and then Steph told me that her cousin couldn't go, and invited me to come along to the matinee today. Holy cow! A Dream-Come-True-Garage-Door-Opener-Silly.
WELL! It was very different from the NYCO production I saw last year with Andrew-- but it was fantastic. Sparse set and costumes, (sometimes overly clever) staging (sometimes worked,sometimes didn't), brilliant performances not to be believed. How do people play instruments AND sing and move around the stage at the same time? You have to see it to believe it. And it works almost always. And they're not simple songs-- they're tricky harmonies and odd metres, and these people all did it brilliantly. Patti Lupone danced around with a damn tuba. And played it. No wonder people are clamouring to see this thing.
I think I had a leg up, having seen two other productions (one on PBS), so I knew, for example, that the little white coffin Sweeney cradles in act 2 is somehow supposed to represent a fancy barber's chair set over a trapdoor. Yeah. That didn't exactly come across. And the pouring of blood into buckets to represent bodies falling through the trapdoor into the bakery downstairs, I don't think that really came across. I had to kind of explain it afterwards.
There was a hot violin-playing guy (yeah I know, I find most violin-playing guys hot, I don't know, it's a thing I have) singing all perty and acting all crazy.
What a great show.
*I'm inventing a new portmanteau, do you like it?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:29 PM | shower me with attention
Happy Francis Day!!!! Go be a cute cool geek today, in honour of Francis.
You heard me!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:14 PM | shower me with attention
You heard me!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:14 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, October 21, 2005
Tonight was our quarterly department dinner. I had two of my favourite birds: duck, and Grey Goose (with soda.) Did you know that these days it only takes me 2 drinks to get drrrrrunk? I think that's why I enjoyed this one so much. It was a very good time.
I've had duck twice in one week. I am a lucky girl.
It was a strange, long, exhausting work day, but at the end there was free booze and food, so, thank goodness for that.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention
I've had duck twice in one week. I am a lucky girl.
It was a strange, long, exhausting work day, but at the end there was free booze and food, so, thank goodness for that.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, October 20, 2005
I love the pictures on Kirsten's friend Angela's journal from the Fox Festival they went to.
This one is my favourite.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
This one is my favourite.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
There hasn't been a night this week when I haven't taken Tylenol Cold & Flu - Nightime Formula to go to sleep.
It works but it leaves me very groggy in the morning.
I wish... lots of things and one of them is about sleeping easily at appropriate times and feeling awake during the day.
I wish... I wish I wish I hadn't ate that fish.
If wishes were horses beggars would ride.
I wish my cow would give us some milk.
When you wish upon a star your dreams come true.
Wishy washy.
I've run out of things to say, clearly, and the Tylenol Cold & Flu - Nighttime Formula is now kicking in. Clearly.
Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish wish. The word has lost all meaning now. Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish.
(Tastes like potato chips.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
It works but it leaves me very groggy in the morning.
I wish... lots of things and one of them is about sleeping easily at appropriate times and feeling awake during the day.
I wish... I wish I wish I hadn't ate that fish.
If wishes were horses beggars would ride.
I wish my cow would give us some milk.
When you wish upon a star your dreams come true.
Wishy washy.
I've run out of things to say, clearly, and the Tylenol Cold & Flu - Nighttime Formula is now kicking in. Clearly.
Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish wish. The word has lost all meaning now. Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish.
(Tastes like potato chips.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A surprise: when I came into my room just now, there was a baby in my bed! The cutest cat in the world has paid me a rare visit. Normally, I only get visitings from this handsome fellow, who loves me like I'm his own. But Spike doesn't normally stray far from Miss Gina Sue Who.
Of course, she's not home. So I guess cuddly baby and his buttery soft little baby head were feeling a little lonely, because here he is on my bed, head-butting me and purring and striking cute cat poses that make me want bite him.
I could eat this cat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 PM | shower me with attention
Of course, she's not home. So I guess cuddly baby and his buttery soft little baby head were feeling a little lonely, because here he is on my bed, head-butting me and purring and striking cute cat poses that make me want bite him.
I could eat this cat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 17, 2005
Happy birthday, Mom!
Stop reading this!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:13 PM | shower me with attention
Stop reading this!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:13 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 16, 2005
I went with mon famille on a foliage boat tour up the Hudson and the most exciting part of it was that there was a whole gaggle of Red Hat Ladies on the boat. It was so cute to see them all in their purple sweaters and red hats... they made the tour guide (a genial young black man in a non-purple shirt) an honorary Red Hat Lady, and he wore the red knit cap they gave him proudly for the remainder of the cruise.
Unspeakably cute, this was.
The FISTFA thing went fine. I met Andrew's new gal, who is refreshingly laid back, and roommate Thom lent me three new books to read. (One of them is The Three Musketeers. I do like the classics.)
I also have a sore throat and will almost certainly have a full-blown cold soon. (By saying it, I'll make it not happen.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:14 AM | shower me with attention
Unspeakably cute, this was.
The FISTFA thing went fine. I met Andrew's new gal, who is refreshingly laid back, and roommate Thom lent me three new books to read. (One of them is The Three Musketeers. I do like the classics.)
I also have a sore throat and will almost certainly have a full-blown cold soon. (By saying it, I'll make it not happen.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:14 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, October 14, 2005
I wish I could sleep all weekend. I'm supposed to go on some sort of lunchtime foliage cruise or something tomorrow with my mom and my aunt, and then to Andrew's for a horrorfest (only I wish it wasn't a FISTFA* night because I'm not really feeling up to socializing) but if I had my druthers I'd just hole up right here in my nice comfy bed and sleep for 48 hours straight.
*Monthly nerd gathering held by Uncle Tom and Andrew and their roommate Tom, attended faithfully by my company-starved pater et mater. I still haven't gotten too far with the Heinlein books that Tom lent me in July, although I did finish The Puppet Masters and two or three of the short stories. I just don't really read much lately at all. I feel guilty because I've been borrowing this guy's books for so long. I did like the story about the teenaged girl who lived on the moon and liked to fly in the low gravity with man-made wings.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 PM | shower me with attention
*Monthly nerd gathering held by Uncle Tom and Andrew and their roommate Tom, attended faithfully by my company-starved pater et mater. I still haven't gotten too far with the Heinlein books that Tom lent me in July, although I did finish The Puppet Masters and two or three of the short stories. I just don't really read much lately at all. I feel guilty because I've been borrowing this guy's books for so long. I did like the story about the teenaged girl who lived on the moon and liked to fly in the low gravity with man-made wings.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I was so tired I went to bed at 9:30 pm but then I couldn't fall asleep.
Now it's almost midnight, what the fuckety hell? I swear I was about to pass out at 9:30. Now nothing. Wide awake. 2 hours of not sleeping. It could drive a person crazy. Maybe I should try sleeping somewhere else, like the couch or the tufon.
My mom said (in IM) to imagine I'm in a quiet place I really like (PETER PAN RIDE!) or smell some lavender (DON'T HAVE ANY!)
I think I'll try the crossword.
It's a dark and stormy night.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
Now it's almost midnight, what the fuckety hell? I swear I was about to pass out at 9:30. Now nothing. Wide awake. 2 hours of not sleeping. It could drive a person crazy. Maybe I should try sleeping somewhere else, like the couch or the tufon.
My mom said (in IM) to imagine I'm in a quiet place I really like (PETER PAN RIDE!) or smell some lavender (DON'T HAVE ANY!)
I think I'll try the crossword.
It's a dark and stormy night.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
Today was so, so, so, so boring.
I also felt like poop. I was going to go home early because I was so sick and sleepy and headachey. Then Cram* came over and offered me a Diet Coke. It cured me. Thank you, Cram.
*Guy in my department - not his real name.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:16 PM | shower me with attention
I also felt like poop. I was going to go home early because I was so sick and sleepy and headachey. Then Cram* came over and offered me a Diet Coke. It cured me. Thank you, Cram.
*Guy in my department - not his real name.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:16 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Stupid Girl neglected to bring an umbrella with her this morning. In fact, she proudly announced to her roommate that she "doesn't believe in umbrellas" and "wouldn't be outside that long anyway".
When Stupid Girl got out of the subway, the rain turned into a DOWNPOUR OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS, and Stupid Girl got COMPLETELY soaked on the block-and-a-half walk to work. Utterly. She entered the office with her pants plastered to her, water literally streaming down her face and into her eyes, her hair dripping, her shoes squelching on the carpet as she walked.
Stupid Girl squelched straight over to the Reference Dept., where her bestest friend of 20 years, Practical Girl, took the socks off her own feet and gave them to Stupid Girl to wear. All day long, Stupid Girl walked around the office in warm, thick, white cotton socks. It felt a little funny, like she was walking around her bedroom. (Practical Girl also shared her soup with Stupid Girl, and gave her some sugar-free Mentos, which she had long been coveting, and bought her a soda. Practical Girl is getting treated to lunch on Friday.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 PM | shower me with attention
When Stupid Girl got out of the subway, the rain turned into a DOWNPOUR OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS, and Stupid Girl got COMPLETELY soaked on the block-and-a-half walk to work. Utterly. She entered the office with her pants plastered to her, water literally streaming down her face and into her eyes, her hair dripping, her shoes squelching on the carpet as she walked.
Stupid Girl squelched straight over to the Reference Dept., where her bestest friend of 20 years, Practical Girl, took the socks off her own feet and gave them to Stupid Girl to wear. All day long, Stupid Girl walked around the office in warm, thick, white cotton socks. It felt a little funny, like she was walking around her bedroom. (Practical Girl also shared her soup with Stupid Girl, and gave her some sugar-free Mentos, which she had long been coveting, and bought her a soda. Practical Girl is getting treated to lunch on Friday.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Is this a cold or am I allergic to autumn?
Couldn't/can't (STILL) sleep a wink. I hurt from the top of my head to the base of my throat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 AM | shower me with attention
Couldn't/can't (STILL) sleep a wink. I hurt from the top of my head to the base of my throat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 AM | shower me with attention
Let's count sheep.
One.
Ummm...
Two.
Three?
Baaaaaaaaaaaaa(h).
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:34 AM | shower me with attention
One.
Ummm...
Two.
Three?
Baaaaaaaaaaaaa(h).
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:34 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 10, 2005
Oh my god, Miss Grumpypants, what's in your craw? Why are you such a gloomy old crabby stickinthemud?
I don't know how PrinceoDarkness dealt with me at work today, I was completely horrible. Not to him-- he remains a cheering, amusing and calming influence-- but near him, such hateful, nasty grumpiness and crabbings. It's a good thing he's so practiced at ignoring the annoying.
Clearly-- okay, clearly we are chemically imbalanced and perhaps we should speak to our therapists about this but we don't want to because we don't feel particularly comfortable with our therapists and therefore only go to them for refills-- but does this mean we are allowed to succumb to this, and become brooding, hateful, self-pitying, nasty, negative, two-faced, rotten, self-loathing, people-loathing beings?
[ASIDE: On American Dad, there is a scene of teenagers playing Magic: The Gathering or Dungeons & Dragons-- both G & C say, "Tavie, look at the screen!" -- FOR THE LAST TIME, I HAVE NEVER PLAYED EITHER OF THESE GAMES!!!]
Ahem. Anyway. Okay. So, the headaches. Perhaps I should see a doctor. Perhaps I shouldn't have not-shown-up for that eye doctor's appointment, or perhaps I shouldn't drink Diet Coke and caffeinated tea every day and pretend it's not a problem just because it's not coffee. (Perhaps I shouldn't have gone to the ball. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone after that harp. Yes, perhaps you shouldn't have.)
Neverthefuckingless: no more brooding. No more seething. No more bratty comments after people leave your desk just because they're doing their jobs and you don't feel like doing yours. (I do it anyway, I just bitch about it and now I'm bitching about things that are my job to do and I have no right to complain about them.)
Enough. I'm putting my foot down. If I refuse to be happy, or am incapable of being happy, at least I can be pleasant.
I have great friends, really long hair, a fantastic apartment, sweet parents, a first-name relationship with the Kids in the Hall, a trip to Japan coming up, Dance Dance Revolution, two healthy cats and a healthy turtle, and magnificent legs. And I am not stupid and not untalented. (No backspacing over the last part. Nope. Don't. Leave it there.)
Why do we always dwell on what we don't have? We are spoiled morons.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
I don't know how PrinceoDarkness dealt with me at work today, I was completely horrible. Not to him-- he remains a cheering, amusing and calming influence-- but near him, such hateful, nasty grumpiness and crabbings. It's a good thing he's so practiced at ignoring the annoying.
Clearly-- okay, clearly we are chemically imbalanced and perhaps we should speak to our therapists about this but we don't want to because we don't feel particularly comfortable with our therapists and therefore only go to them for refills-- but does this mean we are allowed to succumb to this, and become brooding, hateful, self-pitying, nasty, negative, two-faced, rotten, self-loathing, people-loathing beings?
[ASIDE: On American Dad, there is a scene of teenagers playing Magic: The Gathering or Dungeons & Dragons-- both G & C say, "Tavie, look at the screen!" -- FOR THE LAST TIME, I HAVE NEVER PLAYED EITHER OF THESE GAMES!!!]
Ahem. Anyway. Okay. So, the headaches. Perhaps I should see a doctor. Perhaps I shouldn't have not-shown-up for that eye doctor's appointment, or perhaps I shouldn't drink Diet Coke and caffeinated tea every day and pretend it's not a problem just because it's not coffee. (Perhaps I shouldn't have gone to the ball. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone after that harp. Yes, perhaps you shouldn't have.)
Neverthefuckingless: no more brooding. No more seething. No more bratty comments after people leave your desk just because they're doing their jobs and you don't feel like doing yours. (I do it anyway, I just bitch about it and now I'm bitching about things that are my job to do and I have no right to complain about them.)
Enough. I'm putting my foot down. If I refuse to be happy, or am incapable of being happy, at least I can be pleasant.
I have great friends, really long hair, a fantastic apartment, sweet parents, a first-name relationship with the Kids in the Hall, a trip to Japan coming up, Dance Dance Revolution, two healthy cats and a healthy turtle, and magnificent legs. And I am not stupid and not untalented. (No backspacing over the last part. Nope. Don't. Leave it there.)
Why do we always dwell on what we don't have? We are spoiled morons.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I'm empty.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:53 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:53 PM | shower me with attention
A very cozy weekend it's been. I slept ungodly long yesterday, from something like 11 pm to 2 pm. Beautiful. Cheryl's parents and aunt were down from Rhode Island and Gina made a big dinner for us all. Kit and her dad drove over to pick up the stuff she's been keeping here at our apartment and they ended up staying for dinner, so the eight of us were around the table and it was all very lovely.
I finished the sweater and although it's still pretty pathetic, the flower at least made it wearable.
It's cold out so I feel like knitting again. Maybe I'll even finish a certain pair of socks I've owed someone for three years... (I'm like a toe away from finishing them, it's sad.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
I finished the sweater and although it's still pretty pathetic, the flower at least made it wearable.
It's cold out so I feel like knitting again. Maybe I'll even finish a certain pair of socks I've owed someone for three years... (I'm like a toe away from finishing them, it's sad.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
Well, I finally finished that disaster of a sweater I've been knitting for the past +1 year. (Hint: it came out nothing like in the picture, because I knitted the front up too small and the neck hole way too large.)
I have a cunning plan that may save the neckhole and thus the sweater, involving some creative sewing and a large knitted flower.
Wish me godspeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:02 PM | shower me with attention
I have a cunning plan that may save the neckhole and thus the sweater, involving some creative sewing and a large knitted flower.
Wish me godspeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:02 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, October 07, 2005
Helloooooo, weekend. How I've missed you. Come to Tavie...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:26 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:26 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I didn't know this until a minute ago-- Nipsey Russell is dead!
Rest in peace, Tin Man.
On this road there's a happy throng
so fall right in
and eeeeeeease along...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
Rest in peace, Tin Man.
On this road there's a happy throng
so fall right in
and eeeeeeease along...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
When I got home Gina was on the phone with her sister, yelling about something. When I came in she said, "WE DON'T TELL TAVIE THESE THINGS, WE DON'T TELL TAVIE OR SHE'LL KILL US ALL!"
"What's going on?" I said warily.
"What, you yelled it at me the moment I got home, you called your sister about it, but we can't tell Tavie?" Cheryl said.
"We don't tell Tavie when things like this happen or else she'll kill us," Gina said.
"What's going on?" I repeated.
"NOTHING!" Gina screamed.
"I need to sign on." I went to CNN.com, reasoning that if it weren't important enough to be on the front page, it was nothing to worry about.
She was talking about this.
"I don't kill for terrorist attacks..."
Let me make this clear: I will only kill my loved ones, quickly and suddenly with a clean shot to the back of the head, if I find out some sort of natural, unstoppable disaster, is about to occur, like an earth-destroying comet or sudden ice age.
(Also, I'm not really going to do that, because I will never touch a gun as long as I live.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention
"What's going on?" I said warily.
"What, you yelled it at me the moment I got home, you called your sister about it, but we can't tell Tavie?" Cheryl said.
"We don't tell Tavie when things like this happen or else she'll kill us," Gina said.
"What's going on?" I repeated.
"NOTHING!" Gina screamed.
"I need to sign on." I went to CNN.com, reasoning that if it weren't important enough to be on the front page, it was nothing to worry about.
She was talking about this.
"I don't kill for terrorist attacks..."
Let me make this clear: I will only kill my loved ones, quickly and suddenly with a clean shot to the back of the head, if I find out some sort of natural, unstoppable disaster, is about to occur, like an earth-destroying comet or sudden ice age.
(Also, I'm not really going to do that, because I will never touch a gun as long as I live.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Argh, come back!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 PM | shower me with attention
Happy tailors, happy workers, happy farmers, happy girls
Happy widowers, happy freelance artists, happy welders, happy world
Happy drinkers, happy thinkers, happy musicians, happy beauticians
Happy mayors, happy pairs, happy call girls, happy hula bo-o-oys.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:57 PM | shower me with attention
Happy widowers, happy freelance artists, happy welders, happy world
Happy drinkers, happy thinkers, happy musicians, happy beauticians
Happy mayors, happy pairs, happy call girls, happy hula bo-o-oys.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:57 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I almost forgot: something fucking scary happened to Steph'm at the movies, she was chewing a Juicy Fruit, and it dissolved in her mouth.
Completely.
Has this ever happened in the history of gum? Is this a new thing I don't know about? Does gum dissolve now?
Freaked me the fuck out, let me tell you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
Completely.
Has this ever happened in the history of gum? Is this a new thing I don't know about? Does gum dissolve now?
Freaked me the fuck out, let me tell you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
I saw Broken Flowers with Steph'm tonight. Jeffrey Wright is a genius. That man is so versatile.
I had a pork chop for dinner.
I-yi-yi-yi... got nothing else to say.
Today I asked my mom if my dad knew it was Rosh Hashanah. She said she guessed he did but he wasn't celebrating it because he's strictly a "culinary Jew".
I love it.
I called him and said Happy New Year anyway to see if it meant anything to him. It did, he got all happy and babbled something to me in Yiddish. I don't understand Yiddish but it was nice of him to make the effort.
I'm not very Jew-y.
I had a pork chop for dinner, did I mention? Mmmm. Broiled goodness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention
I had a pork chop for dinner.
I-yi-yi-yi... got nothing else to say.
Today I asked my mom if my dad knew it was Rosh Hashanah. She said she guessed he did but he wasn't celebrating it because he's strictly a "culinary Jew".
I love it.
I called him and said Happy New Year anyway to see if it meant anything to him. It did, he got all happy and babbled something to me in Yiddish. I don't understand Yiddish but it was nice of him to make the effort.
I'm not very Jew-y.
I had a pork chop for dinner, did I mention? Mmmm. Broiled goodness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 03, 2005
It is "monkeys".
Not "monkies".
"Monkeys".
Awesome. I thought it was!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:19 PM | shower me with attention
Not "monkies".
"Monkeys".
Awesome. I thought it was!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:19 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Today was Fall Cleaning Day. We were very good girls and cleaned the whole apartment.
I want to watch the rest of Firefly as a reward but everyone's all involved in football.
Football.
Echh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
I want to watch the rest of Firefly as a reward but everyone's all involved in football.
Football.
Echh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, October 01, 2005
