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I swore I wouldn't sleep at my parents' place again until they got a new couch. (In the winter, because we're not living in it, they don't go through the bother of insulating and heating my bedroom, and it is too cold to sleep in. Since they got rid of their couch, that means the only place for me to sleep is in a sleeping bag on the floor in the living room.)

I broke that vow last night because I was too damn tired after work and overindulgence at dinner (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPH!!!!!!! My best friend of 21 years is 27 today!) AND because it is SPRINGTIME in New York! It is warm and sunny and beautiful! So my mom cleared the cartons of books off my bed (geeeeez) and I slept in my childhood* bed. Daaaaamn, that mattress sucks.

Yesterday during lunch I strolled to Fifth Avenue to pick up a birthday present for Miss Girl at Sephora (and, giddy with overtime pay from J-Rock's absence, bought myself a few things I would never have dreamed of spending money on-- $26 for blush?!) and felt as happy and Friday-ish as I had in ages. Steph and I went to some Greek place by work (I dined on Bugs, she dined on Daffy-- yes, I didn't choose the duck!!) and then I went home to pick up my mom's video camera to lend to Steph, and was too tired to think of going back to Jersey. Thus I crashed here.

My parents left at 3 in the morning to fly to Disneyland. (To selfishly fly to Disneyland, using timeshare points I could have used next month in Disney World to luxuriate in an even shmancier hotel, but never mind. My mom can't resist a cheap trip.) So it's just me and the putty cats. Fat dumplings. Stinka slept with me last night.

*Do you like how I speak of my "childhood bed" as if I weren't sleeping in it a year ago? That's right, childhood for me = 25 years old.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:52 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Oh, ha ha, I see:

The post before this one talks about how I'm not gay.

The post before that one says "Or not."

Please note the time stamp on both of thoses posts. The "Or not" was in response to an even earlier post in which I had surmised that perhaps last night would be the night I would fall asleep before 2 am. (Nope.)

I know, no one cares but me, but I like things to be orderly-ish.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 PM | shower me with attention

GIna's latest blog post makes me look totally gay.

::pout::

I'm not gay.

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

Or not.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I want a redesign of Tavie.com utilizing Disney World fonts. Epcotty ones are the best.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 PM | shower me with attention

I'm trying an experiment by counting calories instead of carbs.

When I counted carbs, I was rarely very hungry. Counting calories = ME HUNGRY ALL THE TIME.

Ummm. So I guess that's a good thing, or something.

Really, it's because I really want to eat fruit and I can eat a helluva lot more nectarines when counting cals than counting carbs. Mmmm, grapes. Graaaaaaapes.

Anyway, soon I'll be rich and famous and my personal chef will hand me all my food on a platter, perfectly portioned and in a timely manner. "Your meal, Madam," he'll say.

"I'm not a madam, I'm a concierge," I'll say.

"Very good, Madam," he'll say, before melting away silently to draw my bath. (My personal chef will also be a butler. He'll have an English accent and a white moustache. And spats.)

(And my bathtub will be huge, sunken, under a stained-glass skylight, with jacuzzi jets.)

(Also I'll live in Disney World and have a pet elephant named Buster Brown.)

Mmmm, nectarines.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 PM | shower me with attention

Let's try Optimistic:

Tonight! Tonight will be the night I fall asleep before 2! I just KNOW it! Golly gee whiz, I can't WAIT!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Mon Capitan was out sick today.

I'm tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyiyiyiyiyired. I can't seem to fall asleep before 2 in the morning no matter how tired I am.

I know I sound like a broken record, leave me alone, blah blah blah blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH MY HEAD HURTS I HATE EVERYONE GO AWAY.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:09 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon Capitan is back! Work is so much less stressful now. I'm still exhausted, though, 'cause my tummy kept me up last night. Stupid tummyaches, go away.

I guess all that coffee and Excedrin I had today won't help me fall asleep tonight, either. Or help my tummy.

Sometimes we bring hardship upon ourselves.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:20 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 26, 2006

I'm gonng forward-post this so it shows up under the right date; besides, it's already the 27th in Sweden.

Happy Birthday, Linn!

I miss you. You're still coming to visit in May, aren't you? Pleasepleaseplease.

Edited: Oh, I forgot to forward-post it after all, and then I found out I can't do it from Blogger for Mac. Fucking 'ell. Well, happy TOMORROW birthday, Linn.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:48 PM | shower me with attention

Google Image Quiz. Addictive. Enjoy.

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