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Saturday, November 25, 2006
I am home alone. I've run out of things to do except cleaning, and I already did a bunch of that today so I'm done with that for now.
Here are pictures from Cheryl's birthday and Thanksgiving.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention
Here are pictures from Cheryl's birthday and Thanksgiving.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, November 24, 2006
Today is Cheryl's birthday - happy Cheryl Day, everyone!
Cheryl is my roommate, one of my best friends, my goil, my rock, my goth sunshine. To celebrate Cheryl Day, go sing karaoke like a rock star; eat cereal out of the box; heal the sick and soothe the anxious; cheer on your friends and deny your own beauty; look thirteen years younger than you are; watch Bollywood movies and drink sweet, milky tea.
Happy birthday, my dearest.
And it was also Jordan's birthday today; we went to see him do a show at Otto's Shrunken Head and it was the first time I'd heard him backed by a band. It was spectacular. I can't believe I've known this kid for ten years.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Cheryl is my roommate, one of my best friends, my goil, my rock, my goth sunshine. To celebrate Cheryl Day, go sing karaoke like a rock star; eat cereal out of the box; heal the sick and soothe the anxious; cheer on your friends and deny your own beauty; look thirteen years younger than you are; watch Bollywood movies and drink sweet, milky tea.
Happy birthday, my dearest.
And it was also Jordan's birthday today; we went to see him do a show at Otto's Shrunken Head and it was the first time I'd heard him backed by a band. It was spectacular. I can't believe I've known this kid for ten years.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, November 23, 2006
It went off really well. The Turkey was juicy and delicious. The only thing that didn't turn out was the gravy (my bad; apparently, one's name rhyming with a dish doesn't necessarily translate into being able to make it properly.)
Everyone's gone; even Cheryl and Mush went out for awhile to visit some of his friends. It's just me and the cats and the turtle and my full belly.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:52 PM | shower me with attention
Everyone's gone; even Cheryl and Mush went out for awhile to visit some of his friends. It's just me and the cats and the turtle and my full belly.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:52 PM | shower me with attention
So. Happy Throgsgrafen, everyone.
So. The Halal turkey we got for Cheryl's non-boyfriend-boy-pal. It came freshly killed from the Halal butcher yesterday. This morning, Miss Pena and I rose to prepare it for the oven and as I ripped the bag off of it, its head popped out and stared at me with one beady black eye.
Yes. Its head was still attached.
So were its feet.
We screamed, and laughed, and screamed, and I woke Mush up so he could complete the, er, butchering process.
I guess it's good to reminded that what I eat is an animal that gave up its life for my fulfillment, but I'm completely unused to having my food looking at me. Before coffee, at that.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 AM | shower me with attention
So. The Halal turkey we got for Cheryl's non-boyfriend-boy-pal. It came freshly killed from the Halal butcher yesterday. This morning, Miss Pena and I rose to prepare it for the oven and as I ripped the bag off of it, its head popped out and stared at me with one beady black eye.
Yes. Its head was still attached.
So were its feet.
We screamed, and laughed, and screamed, and I woke Mush up so he could complete the, er, butchering process.
I guess it's good to reminded that what I eat is an animal that gave up its life for my fulfillment, but I'm completely unused to having my food looking at me. Before coffee, at that.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Gobble gobble, everyone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:16 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:16 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, November 20, 2006
I felt it turn to winter last night. My room is typically 20 degrees colder than the rest of the apartment, and last night I suddenly realized that my toes and nose and fingers were frozen and I had to go out and get another comforter to throw on.
Weather.com says it's 39 degrees in Jersey City and feels like 31. It fees like it in my room.
I let Spike into my room and he's acting up, trying to get into my closet and, failing that, trying to claw my robes off of my closet door and whining like a little baby because his Mama isn't here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:56 PM | shower me with attention
Weather.com says it's 39 degrees in Jersey City and feels like 31. It fees like it in my room.
I let Spike into my room and he's acting up, trying to get into my closet and, failing that, trying to claw my robes off of my closet door and whining like a little baby because his Mama isn't here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:56 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, November 19, 2006
These are fun, I made a Tavie web doll:
Except they don't have fat doll bodies, so it's a Tavie doll about 75 pounds from now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
Except they don't have fat doll bodies, so it's a Tavie doll about 75 pounds from now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
It's been a strange, emotional roller coaster of a weekend; sad, fun, awkward, funny, exhausting. We have friends from far away staying the weekend, Liz and Anne Marie, and we all saw The Tribute together and it was fun and good to see Dave and Crissy and it's wonderful having the girls here, but it's also been horrible because Gina had to fly to Florida for a family emergency at the minute, and Cheryl and I have been so worried and sad for her, and also not wanting Liz and Anne Marie to not have fun in New York. Luckily they're wonderful girls, really unassuming and easygoing and way too polite and patient with us. Kitana stayed last night, which was the biggest treat possible, and we all went to The Met today. But really all I can think about is Gina and her family.
Life is strange that way. We'll have the Stephs over for Thanksgiving and my parents will be in China. DJ Jazzy Steph's parents will be here, though. Peņa will be emailing me an Excel spreadsheet of ingredients and we'll make Thanksgiving happen without Gina, somehow, although it does feel oddly like when J-Rock is out sick and I get pulled into a meeting in his place and have to improvise knowing what I'm doing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:58 AM | shower me with attention
Life is strange that way. We'll have the Stephs over for Thanksgiving and my parents will be in China. DJ Jazzy Steph's parents will be here, though. Peņa will be emailing me an Excel spreadsheet of ingredients and we'll make Thanksgiving happen without Gina, somehow, although it does feel oddly like when J-Rock is out sick and I get pulled into a meeting in his place and have to improvise knowing what I'm doing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:58 AM | shower me with attention
