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Saturday, February 24, 2007
Okay, who called me at 4 in the morning and didn't even leave a message?
I was all nice and asleep and now I'm awake.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
I was all nice and asleep and now I'm awake.
Labels: jerks
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 22, 2007
It's the ugliest time of the year, when those giant eyesores show up, those piles that start out as white, and harden grey, and melt and reharden into black, nasty piles of frozen garbage. It's black snow time.
It's depressing to pick your way around these. They seem to last forever; as long as the weather's cold enough, they refuse to go away completely; they just become more and more embedded with trash, and turn blacker and blacker.
I bought cheap shoes today, and books.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:08 PM | shower me with attention
It's depressing to pick your way around these. They seem to last forever; as long as the weather's cold enough, they refuse to go away completely; they just become more and more embedded with trash, and turn blacker and blacker.
I bought cheap shoes today, and books.
Labels: pretty on the inside
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:08 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Golly.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Oh, I got new boots. I bought the first pair I saw, wore them out of the store, and threw my hole-y work shoes out in the bin outside the Nine West.
Gina's right, best way to shop. Thank you, gubmint, for gibbing me my tax return.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Gina's right, best way to shop. Thank you, gubmint, for gibbing me my tax return.
Labels: warm feet
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Just got back from Boston, a weekend-long road trip as part of the celebration of The Month of Our Peņa* (i.e. Steph P's birthday, which is on Wednesday.) It was a two-car trip with 8 people in all, and there was, in sum, much drinking of the devil liquor and eating of fattening, high-carb foods. It was lots of fun.
Sadly, Cheryl got a stomach virus and couldn't come, which was disappointing. I've been to Boston many times in my life since childhood, but ever since Tour2K, I've associated that part of the world with Miss Cheryl, our native New Englander. Lots of good memories in that town with the goils.
Boston, by the way, does not believe in salting the sidewalks properly, which means lots of slippery black ice wherever we went. Miraculously, Clumsy Sue managed not to fall this time. (I had to literally catch her twice, though.)
Still, we managed to have a good time. The trip revolved around Peņa's desire to visit Lizzie Borden's house, which is a charming bed-and-breakfast now, where the proprieters delight in lending authentic axes to those visitors who wish to recreate the poses that resulted from the grisly double-murders that took place there.
Good times, yes?
*I know the enyay in Peņa's name results in garbled characters on most people's screens, but I have to try for her sake.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
Sadly, Cheryl got a stomach virus and couldn't come, which was disappointing. I've been to Boston many times in my life since childhood, but ever since Tour2K, I've associated that part of the world with Miss Cheryl, our native New Englander. Lots of good memories in that town with the goils.
Boston, by the way, does not believe in salting the sidewalks properly, which means lots of slippery black ice wherever we went. Miraculously, Clumsy Sue managed not to fall this time. (I had to literally catch her twice, though.)
Still, we managed to have a good time. The trip revolved around Peņa's desire to visit Lizzie Borden's house, which is a charming bed-and-breakfast now, where the proprieters delight in lending authentic axes to those visitors who wish to recreate the poses that resulted from the grisly double-murders that took place there.
Good times, yes?
*I know the enyay in Peņa's name results in garbled characters on most people's screens, but I have to try for her sake.
Labels: beer, black ice, carbs, gas
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
