Thursday, February 26, 2004
I’ve been vaguely weepy for the past several days. I don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense. I should be fine, and yet, I’m not. My eyes welled up watching someone else on television cry. I got vaguely upset reading a story about donated clothing from Goodwill getting sent to Africa and sold to people […]
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Oh my hell, y’all, The Soap’s website quoted me, via Math+1’s Making of a Beauty Queen thread. Dude. The Soap! For the record, at my facial last week, my darling facial lady Amy said that my pores were definitely smaller. Also, as this is my lady time, I can verify that the acne, she is […]
Monday, February 23, 2004
This doesn’t happen a whole lot, but Esteban and I had a simply wonderful weekend. Oh, I don’t mean that we wade through veritable bogs of shit every weekend or anything, but most of the time, the best adjective can be ‘nice’ or ‘long’ or what have you. But this? This was a wonderful weekend. […]
Thursday, February 19, 2004
men are obsessively neat and all the kids smell like doo doo (Scene: last night while watching Tivo after Esteban deplaned from his 14 hour trip to Virginia) Weetabix : What do you want to watch? The Queer Eye or the Good Eats? Esteban : I don’t care. You decide. I make no decisions. Never […]
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I had the most disturbing dream in the world yesterday morning. It involved New Orleans, the corpse of Lou Costello and ear candles. And somehow it all made sense. Except that Lou Costello didn’t die in New Orleans. Even so, I totally felt like I was in some fucked up episode of Six Feet Under, […]
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
ginger. No really. Raw salmon. Really? No, it’s pickled ginger. Big long enormously packed weekend. I don’t even know where to begin. Probably with Friday. Here we go. Strap in. On Friday, Penny played Pimp Daddy and took Carrisa, Shell, and me out for fondue. We sat in a gangster booth in the corner and […]
Friday, February 13, 2004
You are eighteen. You go on a blind date. He is a guy who has a summer job working in the paper mills. He has a mustache. You have your hair done in a sticky cotton-candy configuration called Julia Roberts Ala Pretty Woman. You are both awkward and don’t know what to say to each […]
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
“Hey Ya”? I finished watching Lost In Translation last night and I absolutely loved it. I wish that it had been in the theatre around here (but no, all of our theatre screens were filled with Under the Tuscan Sun and Honey, and I’m certain that if I looked hard enough I could find one […]
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Last night, Esteban was going to stop home for a little while after work, so after I picked up my new digital camera from EdFex (it’s so CUTE! Squee!), I scurried right home so that I could pick up some miscellany and the house would look all nice and tidy and I could be all […]
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Something about the quality of light today makes me think that it’s spring. Oh, I know that it’s not, not really, but something keeps fooling me. It’s making me miss warm weather. I’ve been doing ok with winter up until now because I haven’t let myself think about Not Winter. I caught a cool but […]
