tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75636492011-04-21T22:09:45.620-04:00Because my head will explode if I don't open it up and let stuff come out. There'll be an ungodly mess, and nobody likes that.supinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00280370713977696770noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563649.post-23042458739743122372008-11-13T11:23:00.001-05:002008-11-13T11:24:33.361-05:00

(Oh my god, seeing this template takes me back to the past!)I have switched blogs again. You can now find me here and here. Thanks!

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Hey y'all, come and see my deeeluxe apartment in the sky. Blogger has been lovely, but I think I'm ready for the wide world of WordPress. And my new site is superfine, for real. Super. Fine. Go on then, get your pretty little selves over there. White baseball caps are not allowed, so dress chic, por favor. Kiss kiss.

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My friend Julie called me during the fianale for America's Next Top Model tonight, and together we were SCREAMING and SQUEEING with relief that Eva beat our Fucking Yaya. Yaya! Go back to Brown. Oh Eva, I adore you. So spunky and open. And such gorgeous skin. Oh, to be Eva tonight (or six months ago, or whenever the actual finale of this show took place). Tonight I had an xmas party for

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I am still alive, just lazy. So I am alone in the office right now as my boss is in Chicago and my coworker is shopping in Georgetown. Yes, seriously. She was all, "I'll be back in a while! Byeeeee!" Oh, to have power at work. What I wouldn't give. I had a really fun weekend. Friday a friend from high school came over for dinner and a movie. I think when I invited him over for dinner he was

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Presenting...the weirdest search phrases this site has seen! old maid gone wild (twice!) Yes, it is I, that gray-haired lady from the last Girls Gone Wild video. christy cream I bet these people are REALLY disappointed when they end up here. cosi signature salad recipe Because I write about food a lot, geddit? "trash chute" + girl I don't want no proto-serial killers coming around my

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My office is weird. The people are weird, the set-up is weird, the neighborhood is, yes, weird. Structurally, my company of three people shares office space with our sister company of about ten people. The room I share with my boss, luckily, is one of the only two rooms that has actual windows; the rest of the offices are along a corridor and are tiny and windowless. This sister company is

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When I left my mom's house after Thanksgiving, she got me to take one of their menorahs and a box of candles with me, to have my own little Chanukah celebrations all week. It is nice. It is the first year since I left home that I will be doing this, so I feel kind of Adult. I remember in college, they had rules in the dorms about no candles/incense/open flame-type-things, but if you were jewish

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Saturday night kicked Friday's ass around the BLOCK, people. I went to this 80s night at a bar and had an awesome (see? 80s) time. First off, the first hour was open bar, so we got our drinking over and done with fast. I don't get drunk (very often) when I go out, and especially if I want to dance, because it just makes me get tired earlier. So I had one bourbon and coke, and then later a

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"Heyyy there, it's your...long-lost uncle. Eh...in the family manner, we have decided to have a party for our daughter [her two-year birthday party] ...uh...of course it's tomorrow night, so we're giving you like...twenty hours' notice. We're hoping you can come. Your mom! Can come! And your grandma's coming, and a couple of our neighbors...and, that's about it. "But there'll be lots of

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Man, I went to the worst place in DC last night. It was in the GW/Georgetown area, which is bad in and of itself, because once you are out of college who wants to hang out with snot-nosed college kids anymore? I was with some girls I used to work with earlier this year at an art gallery. Another one has gotten a new job too, and it was her idea to go to this Place o' Hell. She was with some

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When I went to see that orthopedist the other week about my shoulder, he gave me these anti-inflammatory pills to take and told me to start going to physical therapy in about two weeks, but not to go if my shoulder still wasn't better. Well, my appointment is almost here but my stupid shoulder is still not better. So I called the doctor up just now and left him a message asking him what I

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Oh man, I had the worst dream last night. I dreamt that I woke up one morning pregnant. And not, like, "oh, I was older and married and we wanted a baby and yay, one morning I woke up and was pregnant!" No, more like "I woke up on a normal, present-day morning and had a HUGE PREGNANT BELLY." It was petrifying. I was pretty far along (I have no idea what the timelines are for these things),

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Okay, so I read back over what I last wrote and realized that I am giving the impression that every conversation I ever have with anyone is related to sex. This is totally not the case! It's just that they make for the best stories. Although, I went to a party Saturday night that was basically a high school reunion, and one guy who I don't know very well had the audacity to eavesdrop on me all

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Wednesday 1:00pm - Woo hoo hoo! I get out of work early! 1:05 - I call a friend who is still at work and gloat. Am a mean girl. 1:10 - Get on the metro to go home to my mom's. 2:30 - In the kitchen of mom's house in Gaithersburg. Oh god. She wants to start cooking already. Need wine. 2:35 - 4:00 - Make sweet potato casserole. Cut up green beans. Hmmm, the cornbread stuffing recipe she

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So, the big day has come and gone. We had a nice dinner. Everyone was very well-behaved and there were no screaming matches or broken glassware involved, even after the liquor and wine were imbibed, so that's a success. I made sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green beans, and cornbread, which was dry and not so good, perhaps because I used the first recipe Google gave me. We had way too many

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I am very excited to be seeing my dad for Christmas. He lives in Georgia, in the town where I was born, so I don't see him too often. When my parents first divorced and he moved back there, I used to go twice a year: a week for Christmas and also for a long time in the summer, a whole month sometimes. But as I got older that became kind of hard to manage, being away for so long and missing my

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I feel all gross because I haven't gone to the gym in two or three weeks now. Going to Phoenix for that week sort of messed up my schedule and willpower, especially since I spent most of my nights there drowning my stress with minibar Pringles and wine. (Which is a really good dinner when you are coming off of a fifteen-hour workday, by the way.) But lately I feel like a lard pig, so I need to

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I cooked up some chili yesterday. It is pretty good; not as good as the chili from Hard Times Cafe, but they create chili professionally, so I'm not taking it too hard. When I first moved into my apartment, my mom let me bring a whole bunch of pots and pans from her and my stepfather's kitchen, but I only used the smallish ones so a few months ago I gave her back the big ones that were just

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I think I may have another mouse. Late at night when I am lying in bed I keep hearing scratching sounds everywhere. I try to turn on the lights really fast while staring into the kitchen, looking for movement, but I haven't seen anything yet. Possibly the building is just settling. Or maybe I am living in my own personal The Others scenario, and soon I will turn a corner and happen upon my

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To all the inquiring minds who want to know (ie. Chris) : Dinner was at Zaytinya. That's pretty hip, right? It was very very good. The place is gorgeous: high ceilings, candlelit, and with white walls and funky decorations, like big chem-lab beakers filled with orange and yellow liquid. There was even a fireplace, which we were seated right next to so as the evening went on, more and more layers

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I am so totally dressed up today. It is very exciting and thrilling for me. Am even wearing my big-girl shoes that make clicky noises when I walk down the sidewalk, which I think is so hot. Every time I wear them out, I realize how comfortable AND hot they are, and I decide to wear them all the time, but then the next morning rolls around and I just put on my red Chucks, like usual. However

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I think my painting is officially fixed. I won't be embarrassed to hang it on the wall next to my classmates', so I am declaring Success and keeping my hands off it so that I don't mess it up any more. I just got back from doing two errands for my boss. I had to find some presentation covers for this meeting he has tomorrow afternoon. He was looking for a very specific type of binding, so I

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Ugh, I am so pissed off at myself. I found out a few weeks ago that the school where I take my Saturday painting class is putting our stuff up in a little show in December, and the deadline for our submitting pieces for consideration is this Saturday. I knew that I still had work to do on this one portrait that had started out pretty well, but I totally underestimated how much, so I only just

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My umbrella was nowhere to be found today, the one morning I actually needed it, so I was forced to wear my Emergency Backup Slicker buttoned up to my chin. I spent the entire walk peeping out from under the hood like a little mole. I was hoping that I had left my umbrella at work, but alas, no. This is odd. Where could it be? Umbrella, come back to me! Also, by yesterday afternoon I was sure I

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Okay, overnight this has turned into a food blog, but whatever, I had to share. My mom sent me this link to a set of holiday-time-only sodas in Thanksgiving dinner flavors! Yes! How disgusting is this? That's right; pretty damn disgusting. The flavors are: Turkey & Gravy Soda Cranberry Soda Mashed Potato & Butter Green Bean Casserole Fruitcake Soda Sweet Mary Mother of God! Is nothing holy?

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I would like to start cooking proper meals from recipes. What I have been doing since college is just sort of cobbling together dinners from really random, disparate types of food. It's always worked fine for me; I don't have a very gourmet palate and I'll eat most anything (I'm like a goat). Most nights, dinner is some combination of the following: veggies with dip, cereal, yogurt, apples with

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Along with a pretty productive day of doing my actual paid work, I had a long, protracted IM conversation with the Chicago coworker. I thank him for making the day fly by. Him: well, how did it go last night? Me: barftastic, thanks for asking. Him: what - is that good or bad?? Him: i mean the Slash thing and all Him: does that mean you partied a lot? Me: ha. Well, nothing catastrophic

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It has finally gotten cold here, and about time, too. Being able to go out in a tank top on Halloween just felt wrong somehow. All those memories of my parents making me cover my whole costume with a big coat because it was so cold out, perhaps? I am going to be alone in the office again. It is a nice break from taking down requests all day. Now the only time I have to steel myself for

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I am having a weird, waking/dreamlike feeling lately. Like, the days are passing, and I'm filling them up with something, but I'm not too involved or attentive to it. I am just coasting along. I can't even bring myself to get too worked up about the Reelection Nightmare, which is weird, as I love being able to rant and rave. Probably it is some combination of last week's time change, the

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Sweet dear lord. I will not pretend to have a sophisticated grasp on the nuances of, well, anything related to politics, but I have something to say, which is HOLY HELL, PEOPLE! Who are these die-hard Republicans? Most of the people I know who always vote Republican have said to me that they couldn't bring themselves to vote for Bush this time. And why are the people who voted for Bush due

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Okay, here is a pictoral story of my business trip: Behold the gorgeousness of where I stayed! The sky was blue and it was about 80 degrees every day. So the walk between my room and the ballroom was lovely. That was pretty much the extent of my sightseeing all week. This statue reminds me of the one in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. There were very nicely manicured lawns.

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The poor mouse sat in my apartment for hours yesterday. I called a bunch of my friends and everyone told me that I had to, like, bludgeon it, that that was the only humane thing to do. But I didn't think I would be able to do that, so when the maintenance guy finally got my note and knocked on the door, I asked him about it. He was like, "No, I'm just going to put it in the trash." And I

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Oh my god. I am so hungover. I think I got like five hours of sleep last night. I am an idiot for drinking those evil Jack and cokes. No more drinking, ever. Oh, my head. Ugh. The reason I woke up all early is that one of the sticky traps in my apartment finally caught a mouse, and it was making scratching sounds. When I went to investigate I was still a little drunk, so I thought I might

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Hey! I survived my crazy business trip! Oh my god, the place where they put us up was completely gorgeous. It was a resort/spa, and it was like a whole campus of fountains and flowers and Frank Lloyd Wright architecture. Gorgeous! Of course it was totally wasted on me and the rest of the crew since we spent about 14 hours a day in the ballroom and the business center. Because I am a

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Okay, am packing. Am cleaning. Am trying to eat all the perishable food from my fridge. Have a good week, guys! Will write to you later.

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After work last night I walked in the door, took off my jacket, put my bag down, turned on the lights, shut the blinds, washed my hands, and walked toward the kitchen to make dinner. And then stopped dead in my tracks and stared. Racing along the wall behind my TV and bookshelves was a huge motherfucking brown mouse! Or a rat! I don't know - who can tell anyway? But a big brown furry darting

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Work is hellish right now, as we are gearing up for a convention we're producing in Phoenix next week. And I get to go! It is hot shit. I haven't ever been to Phoenix. Although I might as well be going just down the street, for my job is to be the PA, and I will be in the hotel/banquet hall from morning til night, day after day after day, until next Friday when I blearily haul my ass back to

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So, I totally forgot to write about my bitchin' day on Sunday. My grandma, who also lives in DC, and my mom, who lives nearby in the suburbs, had gotten the three of us tickets to a play downtown. We do this a few times a year for some arguing, food, and culture. My mom came down to my apartment a couple of hours early so that we could go to that open artist studios thing I had been emailed

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Remember the other week when I said that my boss had come back to work still pissed about the phone thing, and I called my dad and he gave me a really nice pep talk? Well, a few days ago I got this card in the mail from him, along with some money for my grad school savings: Now, this is a happy card, for a happy event. But the thing is, I think he must have bought a pack of these from Target

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I have a little tale to tell! A tale in which it becomes publicly known that my brain is made of oatmeal! Henceforth, I am changing my bloggername to stupid-ine, or something. (Gah! That itself was stupid! And enough with the exclamation points.) So, I decided to watch a Netflix movie last night. It was It, of the Stephen King book. When I put the DVD in, there was movie info printed on

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So, yeah, again with the vodka on a Friday night. I am developing quite the routine! Went to a house party last night, thrown at the group house of a friend of a friend. Two girlfriends from the gallery where I used to work were there, and I went with my friend Poppy and my high school friend recently back to the area. (She needs a pseudonym since I seem to be writing about her frequently, so

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When that new guy at work began, he asked me to "make him a picture" and fax it, to test out his new fax machine. We had been talking about my future grad school plans in Savannah, so this is what I sent: Are my cartography skills not stellar? I should have a job illustrating for Rand McNally. (The black boxes are there to protect our names, just in case you did not catch that.) This is

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...Pretty much the entire thing, too. Sometime toward the end, when it devolved into a More than a Woman-esque ode to their wives I got bored and started reading a book, but I was there during all the heavy stuff. I hadn't listened to Dubya speak in a long time, mostly because doing so pains me, but I did notice a marked lessening in the frequency of his mis-pronouncements. So, good for him. (I

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This morning I got an email from a total stranger. This happens frequently, but usually the sender's name is Christy Cream and the subject line is XXX^$#@)NCialis or something like that. (As an aside, I think the name Christy Cream is brilliant. Right? It's hilarious.) But this one had said from so-and-so as the subject so I opened it. It was addressed to me and like ten other people who

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Do you want to hear how totally neurotic I am? At work, my boss and I share an office. One thing about him that has always amazed me is that he can just carry on phone conversations for, like, a looong time, with me in the room. Like, there's no other sound except for my typing (web surfing) and his talking, so I really can't help but hear what he's talking about. It just blows my mind how

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It was beautiful out today and I had a lovely day off! I had some work to do early on so I stayed in and answered emails and did the few things I could do from home, and then I left and walked around downtown and window shopped. I walked past the White House (its lawn is stunningly well-tended and healthy right now) and went to the Corcoran, since its exhibitions are free on Mondays. I saw

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I am up all early and stuff because I am an old lady and have lost the ability to sleep in. Tragic, I know. (Bono should organize an aid concert for me.) Am listening to Luscious Jackson and debating whether to do laundry or not. I love doing laundry and I usually do it at this time of day on a weekend, but I hate having to get dressed to go to the communal laundry room. Oh, who am I kidding

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Today I learned that there is a new pillow called the Boyfriend's Arm pillow. How cute, right? I like how the article describes it as being "designed for the single girl in need of some manly comfort while she sleeps." Manly comfort! That is awesome. However, this might work better in theory than in practice. Imagine going to sleep all snuggled up on a big flesh-colored lump? And trying to make

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I have this ex-boyfriend who lives in Boston, and who is the only really serious ex I have kept in touch with. We dated for a year in college, and then after we broke up there was a period where we didn't really have any contact, which I think is the best way to do it, and then eventually we got to the point where we would email every few weeks and talk on the phone for big events. Like, when I

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Holy fucking shit, people! The phones are up! The phones! Can be dialed! They are up! It is now...3:42pm on Tuesday. This craziness began last Friday. My brain is mush. I need to email my boss and tell him the project has succeeded. Also, I need to get drunk.

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This is the last time I will ever speak / think / type the words phone or Chicago. I am going to be like Thoreau and live in the woods, and commune with birds while I sit and whittle by a lake. The Chicago girl just called me and asked what was going on. As I gave her the rundown, she just laughed and laughed (!!!), as if avoiding such a saga had not been the very reason for all those emails

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So, thanks again for getting me in off the ledge, guys! You are my three bestest internet friends ever. As far as the phones go, things are still only halfway to completion (I bet you didn't think there even was a halfway-point in phone instillation, did you?), but the craziness has wound down and my heartrate is almost back to normal. Also, something I forgot to mention in my epic tale of woe:

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...to let you know that I have not (yet) dropped dead from stress and anguish. Am still alive! Will update more later.

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Oh god. I need help! Help me please! Help help. I fucked up seriously bad at work Friday afternoon and my boss is livid and I really seriously need advice. I will apologize in advance for the fact that you'll have to read, like, my life story. See, my start-up company has hired a guy in Chicago so we're setting up office space for him in the same office suite as our sister company there (

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It is beautiful out today! I am much dressier than usual and my boss asked me if I had a hot date tonight. I told him that I'm meeting up with a few friends and a couple of them went to NYU and always dress nicely, and I don't want to look scrubby next to them. It is totally true that women dress for each other, and not for men, by the way. Men don't notice details, only hotness quotients. That

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Enough with the rantings and the babies. For now. (Maybe I am so whacked-out because I've gone off the pill? That must be it. Everything can be blamed on hormones! Thank god.) Now I am going to talk about the fact that I've been having chest pains since last night. Chest pains! Sharp pain when I inhale too deeply. And I am 25! 25! Way too young to die of a massive coronary! Plus I

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In an effort to calm myself down, I did some websurfing, and I came across a scarily adorable photo. I know it is cheesy and twee to be all "Look! An infant!" but I'm doing it anyway."Look! An infant!"

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I think I must have blocked this out when I wrote my previous post because it made me so livid. While taking the bus Saturday night to meet my friends, a guy messed with me and I actually kicked him. Seriously! I will explain. See, the buses in DC are set up like airplanes: rows of seats with an aisle in between. I was sitting at a window seat reading, since it was still light out. After a few

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Hurrah! I have great hair now. It is all fixed up and exactly what I wanted. When I got to the salon, Devil Haircutting Girl was actually standing outside smoking (ha!), and my first instinct was to turn and run. Thankfully I did not, because that Alex guy gave me the best haircut ever. Also thankfully, his hair station was way far away from hers, because I would have had a nervous breakdown

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My hair thing has turned into a saga. What happened was sort of unexpected and ridiculous, and it has almost drained me of my will to live, let alone type, but I know there are a good four or five of you out there in computerland who are dying to know, so I will martyr myself and just get it all out there. (Just to allay any terror any of you may be feeling right now, my hair does not look BAD.

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My hair has reached a state of Extreme Terminal Ugliness. Every morning when I get ready for work, I have to stage a blitz attack in order to subdue it. I sneak up behind my hair, slowly, craftily. Palms up, like they do on Animal Planet when they don't want to spook the rhinos. I croon soft, soothing words of love to it: "Thaaaaat's right, goooood girl. Eeeeasy now, easy! Easy! Goooooood

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I was so sleepy this morning that when I went to the bathroom and saw that I was, you know, bleeding, I momentarily freaked out and thought Oh holy fuck, what the fuck is that?! And a split second later I realized, oh, it's because I'M FEMALE. Doy. Has anybody else done that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Also, WHY is Adrien Brody in a diet coke commercial? I was under

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I have been in the presence of greatness! People, come from near and far to touch my arm, the arm that has shared airspace with greatness! I am talking about the man, the myth, the legend...George. George Stephanopoulos. Yes, it is true. I passed him on the street not one hour ago. I have wanted to run into him for like a year now, and I had it all planned out. I would tell him that I read

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What is the point of even having dental insurance when you are charged $400 at the time you have your teeth yanked out, and then receive a further bill, SIX WEEKS AFTER THE PROCEDURE SO YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING YOU WERE IN THE CLEAR, for $200 more?!??? Gah! Gah! Gahhhhhhhhh! If I had known wisdom tooth removal was going to cost approximately thirty months' worth of Netflix, I would have just

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Isn't the phrase "assless chaps" an oxymoron? I mean, all chaps are assless; they end at your upper thigh. Or do people use that phrase to indicate that the wearer isn't wearing pants under the chaps?

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Oh I am so pleased with the new fallness of the weather! I had been trying for weeks to singlehandedly usher it in by the wearing of weather-inappropriate corduroy and cardigans, but all that got me was sweaty. I walk to work, which is thirty minutes each way, and I love the walking but I hate that all summer I got so sweaty, especially early in the morning. It feels pretty nasty to arrive at

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Today I received a "Chinese" Horoscope in my email. I am going to spare you the Magical Chain Letter Hex that it contained, and just post the good part. The 7th grade-esque "Ohmygod, who am I going to marry?" part. Because it totally nailed me. The horoscope, I mean. Not the guy I am going to mar - oh, hell. You get my point. It is an amazingly prescient chain letter! The first ever! And here it

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At my gym there are these big rubber bins for used towels. Last night I went to throw my towel in, but it was in the same hand as my umbrella, and due to a lack of fine motor coordination I accidentally let go of both items. Which was not so bad; the bin was pretty empty so I figured that it was safe to reach back in for the umbrella. Now, with one hand I was carrying a lot of random things,

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On the way home from work yesterday I voted. It is funny how voting involves really self-important officials herding you through a rigid series of lines, creating an atmosphere of Super Governmental Importance, and yet the entire thing is being held in, like, an elementary school or a church. In one line an official handed me a blue card, denoting my Democratic party allegiance. (Is it just

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Hey! How was your weekend? Mine was swell. Saturday, after going to work for a few hours (boy, do I hope not to have to type THAT combination of words again for a long time), I went to my painting class. But I went two hours early. Tha's right! I spent two extra hours being hardcore. Hardcore and obsessive. Because my drawing from last week's class had begun to haunt me in that the more I

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So, it took me a few months, but I did a 100 Things About Me list. It is over yonder, in my sidebar on the left. No, your other left! Thaaaat's it.

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This morning on my walk to work a little boy in a school bus flipped me off. Minutes later I was crossing the street and a really big van turning left came right up beside me and took the turn RIGHT FREAKING IN FRONT OF ME. In one second my entire field of vision was filled by a yooge big van whooshing in front of my nose. I was so shocked I actually yelled something, which may or may not have

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Warning: autobiographical crap ahead... There is this girl I went to school with from about fourth grade on. We were good friends when we were little, but then she became one of those girls who was getting noticed by the popular crowd while I was not. (Every girl out there knows where I'm going with this, I bet.) She started pulling that trick where she'd be all nice to me when it was just the

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Dear Blogger, I'm sorry. I was trying to publish a post that is longer than The Iliad, and I think I broke you. Please forgive me, and also please publish the stupid thing, because it took me 89 hours to write. Best, supine

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I left a very breezy (tm Friends) message for that guy upstairs last week, saying that I was on my way out to get a beer with a friend, and did he want to come if he was bored with unpacking? And he never called back. And it has been four days! I feel like a loser. I mean, he could have called just to tell me he was "really busy lately" or that he "has a girlfriend," even if neither are true.

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I haven't mentioned any of this before, but I'm going to grad school next year. I am so so thrilled. This whole "working" thing hasn't been that bad after all, but it will be great to revert to student mode and hide from reality for a few years again. And also, great to wear hoodies and my favorite paint-covered green corduroy pants all the time, because I'm going to be in ART GRAD SCHOOL.

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Please help me, as I am an iTunes addict. I love love love it; it's the best invention since the tampon. It is so great to be able to buy individual songs, thus avoiding spending about $12 to buy an entire CD for that one song that is always on the radio and you love it and have to have it but know even as you hand your money to the cashier that you are throwing it away, because the rest of the

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Okay, so. To update you from last time, I did play pool with my boss. It was actually very fun and he told me all sorts of nice complimentary things about how well I am doing and how much he appreciates my help, etc etc. When I got home my bathroom was all patched up. Heavy on the patched part. One would think that when repainting a white ceiling, white paint would be the obvious choice, but one

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Last night the ceiling in my bathroom started leaking. I was just hanging out and suddenly there was a great ruckus ("Could you describe the ruckus, sir?"). Careful inspection revealed that the water was coming out of the light fixture(!) above, and it was really coming down, too, like somewhere between a trickle and a gushing. I went to the apartment above me, and this shirtless wet boy opened

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I went to Atlanta! To see my dad and stepmom! Just for the weekend though, because that's the kind of jet-set girl I am. I got to leave work a few hours early and everything. Most years I see my dad's side of the family for a week at Christmas, and sometimes one in the summer as well. They live in south Georgia, which really is too far to go for less than a week, but I wasn't able to take that

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After work yesterday my giant headache and I went with a friend to see We Don't Live Here Anymore. Have you seen this yet? Here is a review. I would put it in the same category as Boys Don't Cry or Monster, in that all three are both very good and very painful. I know a lot of people have enormo crushes on Mark Ruffalo, and if you are one of those people, I would advise that you not see this

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ONE Things I have ingested since this morning in an effort to cure my PMS-induced headache: --2 Advils --water --raisin bread with cheese --1 can diet coke --water --water --apple --2 aspirins --salad with chicken strips --iced mocha --water --12 M&Ms --water --water --more diet coke --lots more diet coke Way I would categorize the current state of said headache, objectively: --

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I worked at Express for two years in high school, back when it sold generic teenager-y clothes and was not all hard and urban like it is today. Every shift, the manager would brief us on that day's big offer, which we were supposed to spring on each customer within four seconds of their entering the store. It was all very standardized. On any given day, you could go into an Express in Wichita and

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One of the movies I watched over the weekend while waiting for my gums to heal was The Shop Around the Corner, which is the original version of You've Got Mail, and takes place in Budapest in the days of yore. It was on TCM or AMC, so before it started an elderly suited man did a little introduction. Apparently when the movie first came out, everyone was uncomfortable with Jimmy "American Guy"

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So, the wisdom teeth thing was shockingly easy. I almost think the surgeon just put me out and read the paper for a few minutes before waking me back up. Seriously, I didn't have any pain, partially because he made one whole side of my face totally numb, from my lip to my ear, for about 6 hours afterwards. I had been warned about this, but it freaked me out anyway. All afternoon I kept gingerly

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Am having my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow morning. Should be fun! The most painful part might just be the 3-4 nights I'll be staying at my mom's house. My stepfather, coincidentally, is having some sort of "man-test" done tomorrow as well, so both he and I will be down for the count all weekend. Good times for my mom. So, I'll be gone for a while. If you need me, I'll be curled up in bed with a

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Confession: Most Fridays I stay home. Admitting it is the first step, I feel. Is that very lame, being young and single and still staying in? I guess it would be different if it were not by choice, but honestly I enjoy doing it. I usually feel kind of beat-down from the work week, especially if I have been meeting people in the evenings. Also I am trying to save money for grad school, which

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1] I was born in south Georgia. 2] I had a strong Southern accent. 3] At age seven, my family moved to Maryland. 4] My accent was not popular. 5] I ditched it real quick. 6]I got glasses at age nine, 7] And contacts at age thirteen. 8] The bad eyes come from my dad, because 9] My mom has perfect eyesight. 10] In high school I became a vegetarian for about three years. 11] Now I eat everything.

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I think over the past two days I have eaten enough to satisfy a small lion. Friday's dinner party was great, once it got going. Two people showed up, like, 5 minutes after I walked in the door from work, and I had to throw together some drinks and appetizers and park them in the living room with music and magazines while I STARTED chopping and preheating and boiling things for the dinner. Some

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Mark the date on your calendars, guys, because tonight I am cooking a recipe. For multiple people. And not just any people, but girl friends, most of whom are healthy, organic, gourmet-eating types. My favorite food is cereal, so you can see how this is a major culinary debut for me. A "coming-out party," if you will. We are planning an orgy of dinner, wine, junk food, AND - the piece de

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Just a quick note to say I have put a new Comments version in, which hopefully is more user-friendly. Let the onslaught begin! (Not.)

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Oh no. Am asking for trouble. Am going to get hurt. Is almost guaranteed. There are about 16 reasons why I should not allow myself to obsess about that technical director guy. We have only just met, he is way older than I am, he lives in a different city, blah blah blah. I get this. *sticks fingers in ears and sings "I'm Henry the Eighth, I am" in order to drown out voices of reason* I

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It's kind of a letdown to be back in the office again. I mean, as much as I bitched and moaned about how hard being on-site was, I do prefer those conditions to sitting on a computer for eight hours, answering phones and emails, and shuffling papers back and forth. When I got in this morning, my email wasn't working, and I had to IM my boss, who is on vacation with his family (and yet, still

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I loved my day off. I did an excellent impression of a beached whale and lay on the couch watching TV. Whenever I got sleepy I hit Mute, and when I woke up I hit Mute again. I did leave for a little while to run errands, but mostly I just lay around. The daytime Law and Order episode was an old one, with Mike Logan and Ben Stone, which made me very happy. I love the Jack episodes, but there are

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I'm back from my first business trip! It was very overwhelming. I had some idea that it was going to be whirlwind and hectic, but I had no idea that I'd be pulling 16 hours a day for 6 straight days. Seriously, the hours were that long. One day our call time was 6:30 am, which I thought was horrendous, until the next day, when it was 5:30 am. Now, I like to think of myself as young and spry and

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Am off to Salt Lake City for a week! Take care, and I'll type to you later.

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I had a nightmare last night! A nightmare! Am I five? Yes. Yes, I am. Mommy, please come look under the bed to check for monsters. It took place in an Alternate Reality in which I had a crazy luxury apartment that did not have bars on the windows. All ground floor apartments in DC have bars on the windows, even in the nice neighborhoods. Both of them. (Gratuitous DC shot. Hey, "shot!" Tee hee, I

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I bought a new cellphone. It is new and shiny and flips open and did I mention new? So new. So flippy. When you flip it open a musical jingle plays, and the lovely splendid full-color screen shows an African savannah-type-scene, and your choice of ringtones includes waltzes and jazz tunes, which play in delicate, twinkly tones. I am in heaven. I'm sort of shocked by the overwhelming love I

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In my apartment there sits a GINORMOUS, world-traveling suitcase on wheels.  The bottom of it is caked in a fine mist of dust from Uzbekistan, from when Poppy was wheeling it through the dirt roads on her Peace Corps travels.  This luggage has lived, guys.  I went to her apartment to pick it up the other night, after we saw Fahrenheit 9/11 (rock!), and she went through the pockets first and

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Dear new shoes, *Sigh*  Where to begin?  I had such high hopes for you.  You were exactly what I was looking for: funky black flats for walking around in.  Good with skirts, good with pants.  You know, versatile.  I loved you and I took you home, and started to break you in, and you performed really well in and around my apartment.  All those trips to the corner store and you never let on

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