What do you think was going through their heads?

My guess: "We're bored, let's torture and dehumanize a random person!"

Today is the day to ponder our ability to be compassionate instead of totally disgusting asshats.

Pearl Jam is, too

I thought I told the boys to stop flirting with me...

Guess which blogger said this to me? :

"My God, you are a stunning vision of beauty! Do you do any modeling? You really should. I'm serious! Gazing upon your shining countenance is a balm for my soul!"

Now, guess why.


Oh, okay, fine, I'll just tell you. Mr. Fabulous ASKED ME to co-host his show and then GAVE MY TIME SLOT AWAY TO BRITT. Such a fucking slap in the face because you know all of the internet likes her better and I'm just second best. Well, THANKS FOR RUBBING IT IN, FAB.

And now he's attempting to make up for it. HA.

In the words of Padma Lakshmi: Eat me, and my deep fried pinkie toe!!!!

(*giggle*)


(Show's still on for December 2. ;)

This day has been weird.

I guess that's all I'll say about that. ;)

I can't figure out how to feel about this.

There is something very disturbing about watching xPLx talk about sucking her dick, licking her ass. And yet I am aroused by her eyes under the light.



Hmm. Is this video hot or not?

Do I have "flirt with me" tattooed on my forehead or something?

Seriously, boys ... settle it down.

I am very super charming *bat bat*

I just convinced my co-worker that he needed to loan me every single DVD he has at work (10) and his "Serenity: Those Left Behind" comic book in exchange for my Hot Fuzz DVD.

I kinda rock.

Anyone seen my belt?

My pants are seriously going to fall right off my bod. I need a belt! But I can't find any of them. Disastre. :)

(Which one of you stole all my belts?! Bad!)

old school

I used to have the biggest crush on Neneh Cherry:



It has not dissipated, I see. *giggle*

Poppy flavored spring rolls

My friend with the very adorable kids (the wife of Break Boy) sent me this photo:



Along with it she wrote "this totally reminds me of you" which made me smile and feel some happiness. A step in the right direction. I had been feeling nothing for myself today... essentially numb. So, it's good to feel. :)

My interpretation: I am cute Asian food. Yum!

I wonder what the strawberries are doing there... Palate cleanser? And is that a larger than life smiling Buddha Jordan almond? heeeeeee!

<3

This is a photo of Georgia, Ripley, Allie, and Little Kitty. LK was my childhood cat and was around for the first few months of my blog but she was very sick. She now sits in a wooden box on my bedside table.

I think, just because I can, I'm going to sing Snow Patrol at the top of my lungs and then go to Starbucks on the way to work. :)

Focusing in on the end game

Music? Check!
Soda? Check!
"Don't bother me unless you're a cool kid" away message? Check!
Bad Kitty hat? Check!
In the zone mode? Check!
Instructions on the vision for this project? Cheeeeck.

Time to rock. and roll. and stuff. I'm sure it's very cute to watch, but I've got my serious face on today. :)

My evil plan has worked!!!

Yesterday I tricked Dawg into writing a post for me today.

Hehehehehehehehehehe.

Dawg, I'm totally the bigger dweeb. Seriously. See this hair? zomg bad. See me standing in the corner facing the wall? See 11000 people walk right past and not acknowledge my existence? Yup, I'm a dweeb!

(And I kid, because neither one of us is a dweeb. At all. Not even a smidge. Other insulting adjectives, sure. But dweeb? Nope! And thank you for giving me a morning giggle. :)

PS - I tooooootally keep forgetting to mention (wtf!) that on my way home from a work conference, meeting Avi and Britt (yah?) and maybe even Crys if she suddenly decides to hit la FL, and seeeeeeeiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg B!!!!!! I am hanging out with Dawg in NYC during a layover back to France and we're doing a Cereal Wednesday together!!!!!!! ZOMG I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED I CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT. That might be cuz I just had coffee, but I'm pretty sure it's cuz I get to hang with Dawg for a few hours and eat cereal. :D Mark your calendars for October something-or-other. ;)

Bill is Fabulous

I had something to say about Bill Murray and Mr. Fabulous... Hmm, but not together. What could those be...

Ahhh, yes.

If you see Bill Murray driving a golf cart down the street he's harmless and adorable. (If you have not seen the movie Scrooged then I absolutely order you to rent or buy it. Now. GO! I'll wait.)

If you listen to Mr. Fab's radio show on December 2 you will hear me co-hosting. I realize that December is far away, but isn't it a good idea to mark your calendars early?


That is all, citizens.

as promised

Dumpster photos:





Some of the neighborhood kids came by yesterday and wanted to use the wood on top to build a fort. :( That wood is just holding stuff in there because it's been very windy lately. That's $100 in wood that Hay is not willing to part with. Understandable. If it's still just sitting around when the house is sold we'll give it to the kids. :) (And by then they probably won't want it, oh well.)

long ago

I smell you and your room in my
Université de Paris sweatshirt and am
overwhelmed by a battery of thoughts,
chasing each other by and through a thin film
of association. Some paths, painful, send me
reeling back, searching for a clearer way. As I
continue searching, it doesn't matter so much,
as long as I continue. I don't want to put the
sweatshirt in the laundry, not yet anyway.
You remain here, a certain possible distance
from me.

This is a glimpse.

My first love wrote this for me. It's funny, my perception of our time together is that I was always chasing after him and he was always running away. I don't even really remember what this means anymore. If it were dated I could at least obtain a frame of reference, but it just sits on a piece of paper, staring up at me, trying to tell me something, and I don't know what exactly.

I do remember wearing his sweatshirts. I enjoyed doing that. I enjoyed smelling his scent. I guess he enjoyed mine as well.

I also just found a series of journal entries I wrote about our last days together before he left to study abroad. My deep poem to him that he doesn't know exists:

Never again will he smile just for me.
Never again will he kiss my lips.
Never again will he caress my body.
Never again will he hold me and tell me everything will be alright.
Never again will he love me with all of his heart.

I sit and hope for never to come.
Waiting...
                        forever.

I wrote that the very day he left, right after he got on the plane. Gosh, I was intense back then. :)

Did Britney just become relevant again?

Damn her. Just heard her new track, Gimme More, in the car and I loved it. I am such a dork.

I knew Perez would have it and I'm too lazy to hunt further, so here's a version of it, although not the radio version (which starts, "it's Britney, bitch") that I heard on the radio.

Update: Two seconds later I found the radio version at Perez's site. Bitchin'. (heeee)

I was there. See? Right there. Yup!

I found my ticket stub from the July 13, 1994 Grateful Dead concert in Highgate, Vermont. I was there with my then boyfriend and we had an incredible time, despite my kinda-disinterest in The Dead. I know we were just there for the experience, but it was definitely an enchanting one.



For photos of that event go see Jim Anderson's site. If you can pick me out in the crowd I'll give you a cookie. :P

See the space between my fingers? There isn't any, because they're touching. I'm this close to running away. Just running. And not looking back. This day is impossibly hard.

(Yup, this would be a private post if BLOGGER DID THAT.)