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Oh hell, I have to get myself to LA at the end of February. How the heck am I gonna pull this off?

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

Thursday, January 12, 2006

I sit right next to the fire exit at work. They painted the stairwell outside of it, and the doorframe on our side, in some thick and heinous oily I bet-there's-lead-in-it paint.

Except I can't really smell anything, not even the fumes that are making everyone else around me gag and list. I honestly can't smell it. Everyone once in awhile, out of nowhere, I'll get a whiff that'll turn my stomach, but most of the day I don't notice it. Except for the headaches. And the slight nausea. Both of which may well be caused by caffeine deprivation at any given moment.

I guess that if anyone in the office should be sitting closest to this stuff, it's me. But I wonder if we're all gonna get cancer or start sprouting a third eye or our hair will fall out. How long does this shit take to dry, already?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:16 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

My parents invited me for dinner and I have opted to spend the night. The Stinka and I are reunited!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 PM | shower me with attention

R. at work is having a baby soon and I'd been procrastinating on knitting booties for her forever but I finally finished last night, just in time for her baby shower today. And my present got the biggest "AWWWWWWWWW..."

It was very inspiring. Maybe this year I'll actually finish one of those damn projects.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, January 09, 2006

Cingular is my BITCH! My friend Adam got me a shiny new phone to replace my, er, laundered one, and I called Cingular to have my number transferred and they told me I couldn't because I was still under my AT&T Wireless plan (even though they're the same damn company now.)

So I accepted defeat and everything. Then I watched two episodes of The Facts of Life, and, perhaps inspired by Mrs. Garrett's determination and feistiness, I went and took the old SIM card out of my broken phone and put it in my new phone and it works.

TAKE THAT, PHONE COMPANY BITCHES!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, January 08, 2006

After the beef brawl there was dinner with Mom in the old neighbourhood and a confession of a wish to break a wine bottle over my head, and moody distance, but ultimate reconciliation, with the help of the contents of said bottle and the bottle-redhead singing at Tommaso's, who sang the song from On the Town that Matt (a.k.a. My Little Love or Our Lady of the Perpetual Not Answering My Emails) sang directly to me from his high school stage that time.

Now she (Her, not the bottle-redhead singer) is on her way back to Japan. Mrrrrffffffff.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:50 PM | shower me with attention