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AOL's dropping my mail recently, so if you don't get a reply from me for something that seems like I should have replied, try re-sending. It's not my fault.

AOL is a jerk.

(Yes, I comb my spam folder daily-- they're not in there, either.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Fucking Cingular locked my fucking phone when my mom tried to migrate my account from AT&T Wireless. Now I can't get in because I don't have some "subsidy password" and I guessed wrong at what that might possibly be one too many times.

The woman at the store said there would be no problem with the SIM card she gave me, so why do I have no phone access now?

Stupid jerks.

Had dinner with my mom at Maroon's tonight. That was nice.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I don't know why I feel obligated to post here every day like anything today was different than any other day.

Well, I had lunch at my favourite restaurant today, with Steph. That was one thing.

And I went to a DFA meeting with the Goils tonight. Then we went to the pancake house. (I had chopped steak. I'm still in ketosis.) So that was different. Usually I come right home, get into PJs, cook, eat dinner in front of tv, shower, watch tv in bed with the computer until I force myself to try to sleep.

Other than that, it was like every other day of my life. Boring.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:06 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Oh Jesus Christ. I'm Andy Fucking Rooney now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:28 PM | shower me with attention

Are scrunchies coming back? I've been seeing them more and more lately. I don't get it. It's too early for us to be wearing them ironically, isn't it?

I'm no clothes horse-- as I've said, 80% of my work wardrobe has holes in it or ragged edges, a result of financial restraint rather than fashion-consciousness-- but I try to avoid the more obvious horrors: spandex, shoulder-pads, scrunchies, and like sorts of relics of the early '90's that haven't yet reaches ironic Trucker-Hat status. So why are all these chicks on the subway, on the street, on the Lower Fercrissake East Side, partaking of the scrunchie again? Like it's okay?

It's not okay. Use a damn elastic band. They make 'em good now, no metal to snag on. I've of late been favouring a selection adorned with Mickey-Mouse-shaped pom-poms.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, June 12, 2006

Swing your razor high, Sweeney!
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who
moralize!

It's hot in here.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention

Triple Threat Day!

1. Happy International Goil Day! Seven years ago today, Ade, Djin (and Jordan!) and I met Gina and Cheryl (and Dave!) at a screening of The Wrong Guy in Tribeca. History followed.

2. Happy birthday, Scott Thompson!

3. Gibbous moon, I hope? Twelfth of June, after all.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:34 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Fucking Jersey Boys. That't not even a real musical. I won't even italicize it.

This is just like when Fosse won Best Musical over Parade. Quality is not the point. Clearly now.

Drowsy Chaperone is the real winner.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention

Happy birthday, sweet Stephanie! You are much more than Puppy Momma to me. You are also one of the few people who can coax me out to see live music.

Don't underestimate that.

Everyone celebrate Steph M day -- today we will all be Carol.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention