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Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:52 PM | shower me with attention

I just heard from Ade that Grandpa Al's dead.

I'm so sad right now. Part of it was is my period, but part of it just feels like another part of Roosevelt Island is gone, just like they're building condos over the soccer fields and tearing down the gardens to put up even more condos... and now Grandpa's gone, too.

He hadn't been around much since they cut off his legs a couple years ago because of his diabetes and he started staying all the time at the long-term hospital. But it wasn't too long ago when he was a regular fixture in the diner, or sitting on the bell outside the church or outside the community center, saying hi to everyone and waving his smelly cigar. When he was running for governor a few years ago he very amusingly-- and illegally-- stumped outside my old junior high, where the voting booths on Roosevelt Island are set up every year, passing out fliers and shaking everyone's hands.

We all called him Grandpa. The kids and the adults, everyone on the island. We grew up seeing him in the elevator-- he lived two floors below us in the building where my parents still live-- and he'd always remark about how much we were growing, or ask about our parents, and he always wore big, loud cowboy hats and huge belt buckles and string ties.

He was the only guy I ever got to call "Grandpa" and I used to really like that because I never had a Grandpa and it's something I've always wanted. He wasn't really anything like a grandpa, just a nice old man who was a fixture in the neighbourhood, but it was still nice to call someone that. Everyone on Roosevelt Island knew him and loved him.

We'll miss you, Grandpa.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, February 03, 2006

I'm going through a thing where I don't want to do anything, ever, except curl up in my bed or on the couch and reread Harry Potter books.

Leave me to my pathetic existence.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:57 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Oh goodness! Look what Sarah C found!

The Sound of Music Drinking Game!

Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeez someone play it with me, pleezpleezpleeeeeeeeez?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Welcome to the very soul of anticlimax: a few years ago I saw this actress on the street while I was walking home from school, and she looked so familiar and I've been trying to figure out who the heck she was since then. But I didn't see her in anything else and no matter how much I wracked my brain, nothing came to me.

Well I finally saw her just now on some thing on E! and it turns out she's Celia Weston from TV's "Alice".

Which I've never seen. And, scanning her list of credits, I can't think of what else she's been in that I've ever seen, except maybe Little Man Tate.

So I have no idea why it's been driving me crazy all this time trying to figure out who she was. Turns out, she's not really anybody I know...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:58 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Today I got an email with my login information and federal return receipt from a website for filing your taxes online.

Some dizzy broad named MONTAVITA thinks that my email address, which I've had for 12 years, is suddenly her email address.

If I didn't fear the law, I swear I'd try to get her tax return deposited into my bank account.

Then, in the same day, I got some forward with some stupid joke about a priest sipping vodka and I didn't recognize any of the names, nor the sender. So Montavita is perhaps giving her "new" email address out?

Wow, it's been awhile since someone thought that putting their first name + @aol.com automatically means that's their email address. I used to get emails all the time from people thinking I was their aunt or their sister or their mom or their long-lost friend. And then I'd politely tell them to please check their email address, and they'd think I was pulling their leg or having them on or what-have-you.

Now I'm a grumpy old coot and I wish people would learn that this is my damn email address, not theirs.

And Montavita is a stupid name.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:02 PM | shower me with attention

Dammit dammit dammit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:36 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, January 30, 2006

Tonight my goal is to get some R.E.M. sleep. I didn't last night. Last night was very annoying.

Someone called me at 1 in the morning just as I was drifting off and didn't leave a message and I didn't recognize the number so I'm thinking it was a wrong number. I actually called them back and asked who it was and they were like "Huh?" so I just hung up.

If you want to, call 718-608-5089 and find out who the hell that was and tell them to not call people at 1 in the morning.

Anyway, it fucked me up for sleeping so I spent the night literally tossing and hovering just above or below the sleep line.

I can't get Last Train to Clarksville out of my head.

It's the next night and I'm still not sleepy.

Something smells gross. Why can I suddenly smell stuff?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:53 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Today I gave blood for the first time. Gina was volunteering for the Red Cross in Hoboken and asked Cheryl and me to come meet her for lunch, and when I got there I ended up donating blood. It was interesting. My favourite part was that I got to have juice and a cookie after. (CARBS!!!)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:51 PM | shower me with attention