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In honor of the 7th-year anniversary of Gina almost dying from an allergic reaction to medication at our ~~5-year~~ 4-year Brain Candy anniversary party, tonight I almost drowned. In the shower. Because I was... yes, because I was singing in the shower.

Labels: shampoo, sheepishness

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention

Atlanta Steve just told me that Kurt Vonnegut is dead.

He was one of my favorite authors of all time. He changed the way I saw the world. I can't think of many I can definitively say that about, and point you to passages to prove it. He changed me.

I feel sad.

Requiescant in pace, you gloomy old coot. I loved your books.

Labels: sorrow

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I'm making curry. Low-carbish. (No potatoes.) Right now.

Goodbye, leftover Easter lamb! Hello, curry!

Labels: dinner

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

I think I should be allowed to sing more. By society in general. Not because I'm particularly good at singing*, but because I really really enjoy singing. And that's the one drawback of living in an apartment with people other than my family - I feel a certain sense of propriety, a certain sense that I should not be belting out showtunes at every given moment of the day.

The idea that I am actually singing less than I want to may come as a surprise to my roommates, who have to hear me all the time. They are very kind and only ask me to keep it down when they're trying to hear something, like the phone or the tv or their own thoughts. But I actually do not sing as often as I feel moved to. It's not from a particular sense of happiness, just a need to be singing.

I feel like we-- meaning everyone I know, and really all people everywhere-- should all sit around in a circle and someone should strum a guitar and that this should be done daily. That's all I'm saying. I think life should be like old Coca-Cola commercials.

And yes, I let it loose in the shower when it's not too terribly late at night. But that's not enough. I think there should be a singing room at work. And singing cars in the subway.

Perhaps a muzzle?

*Not fishing. Any comments expressing opinions about this statement will be deleted.

Labels: la la la la la I can't hear you

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, April 09, 2007

Easter pictures, not that you care.

Labels: easter pictures, not that you care

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Full. Fat. Lamb. Full. Fat. Lamb.

Labels: oink

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:01 PM | shower me with attention