why not smile
i could really use some cheering up here gang. maybe someone to make me feel special and/or important and/or that i matter just the littlest bit.
1 part mean red + 1 part don't give a damn
You Are At The Archives for August, 2004
potent quotables
today, i got to use three pop culture quotes, at the most appropriate times. it just worked so beautifully, i could have wept. opportunity #1. the graphicsboy was making me watch this ultimedia movie he was watching and asked me what i thought of the music he had composed for it. for some reason the [...]
hidden scenes
upon the 9th viewing of the series finale of dawson’s creek, i discovered a totally new secene. it’s right there in the scene selection, but when you play the whole episode through it doesn’t come up. how weird is that? it’s almost like watching it all over again for the very first time.
just the pleasure of being in love with you is enough
ever since i was a little kid, i’ve loved the very special episodes of my favorite tv shows. i’m weird like that. my favorite happy days ever? well, of course it’s the 2-parter where pinky tuscadero comes to town for the demolition derby, nearly cracks her skull open and then breaks fonzie’s heart. favorite little [...]
pros and cons
pros: – everytime al comes over and i’m listening quite loudly to self she says, “hey is this self?” while bobbing her head – the artguy lets me tease him relentlessly about being old – the minion doesn’t mind that i’m so bitter – i have coworkers that laugh and laugh and laugh until they [...]
a disturbing sex dream
my eyes popped open at 8:10 this morning and i immediately set about the business of getting ready for work. as i was searching the house for my bra of choice, a scene from the dream i’d had flashed before my eyes and nearly brought me to my knees. i had a sex dream about. [...]
letting her in
yesterday i met FFJ for a late lunch of yummy chinese food. we chit-chatted the afternoon away and it was wonderful. i complained to her how fucking boring and bored i’ve become. she told me i need to date. i told her the thought of it made me a little shaky inside. i have a [...]
waiting for the mean friend before going to hell
i’m sitting here with my big, sad eyes starring at a blank word document and thinking that i’m probably going to hell for making fun of Charles Villa-Vicencio accent. he’s on Speaking of Faith at the moment, and he keeps saying you-man instead of human. it’s evil, i know, but it’s making me smirk a [...]
kenny and his girlfriend have a fight outside my apartment
if you’ve ever read anything by toni morrison, you know it’s not an undertaking that can be handled lightly. morrison requires you to think, she needs you to be an active reader, to be an active reader. so with this in mind, i curled up on the fabulous blue couch with Love in hand, ready [...]
the mean reds invite themselves over for the day
the mean reds have invited themselves over for the day. it’s pretty bad, my heart is racing and eyes stinging with tears that i refuse to shed. i don’t have any idea what might have brought them on. i know i’ve spent a lot of time reading this long weekend, and when i spend so [...]
darlingjason’s birthday
everyone wish my entirely-too-adored darlingjason a happy birthday!
for robin, another person against dirty
as you can tell my the fullness of the bottles, i don’t use my method too often. but they sure make my filthy, filthy kitchen look a little prettier. [not pictured: the yummy ylang ylang soap scum spray, two different hand soaps (one for the kitchen, and one for the bathroom), and the delightful cucumber [...]
more method madness
you know there’s something not quite right about you when, you get excited about the fact that your favorite maker of cleaning agents has introduced laundry detergent. even sister #4 who loves me unconditionally couldn’t resist making fun of me. i’m a sad, sad creature.
UNO Attack
maybe it’s because yesterday was the 8th anniversary of alan’s death and we spent yesterday at the fair and i distinctly remember the fair trip 8 years ago. a trip to the fair i didn’t want to take but my dad made me, and i weeped through the corndogs and nearly threw up with grief [...]
word to your mother
i’m still in my pajamas.
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