"You smell like the old, stinky grandfather of the kid who cleans garbages at Taco Bell ( Read more... )

If I can't have the dinner bowls from The Birdcage, then the next thing I want in my "non-existent" future house is this! Oh, and just curious. Anyone else spend a good 15 min. today looking up Lloyd C. Douglas? If you didn't then you have no &#*( clue what I am talking about, which means that you probably are not as delightfully obsessed as I ( Read more... )

Haha, my mother just came downstairs and saw me messing with the digital camera ( Read more... )

Just ran back upstairs after dropping off the latest Francesca Marciano book to an addict. While speeding upstairs at a million miles an hour, my hair becomes entangled under my arms, I almost rip out my hair, am blinded by arms that have become trapped in the evil web, and I nearly fall over the railing ( Read more... )

I believe I have found the source of my odd odd fatigue, it is time to get sick. Well, it would be if I weren't so healthy, so instead the cold is just hovering in the background sopping up the excess electricity that usually has me skipping around campus at this time of day. Woe is me who is now mortal ( Read more... )

Rizzo is sitting on my floor watching the history of kabuki actors. I am thinking about the lead in the white face paint. I remember hearing about Geisha having their skin destroyed with orange discolorations, but never realized that many kabuki actors died from the lead poisoning as well. This is the interesting part, the actor being ( Read more... )

Work is enthralling this evening, which is why I've opted to pretend that I'm not an employee. I'm toying with the new computers instead, and am probably going to make tea in about 5 minutes. Or, perhaps try to convince Krispy Kreme that she wants to play hide and seek in the stacks with me ( Read more... )

I just had the most amazing, reassuring conversation with Epstein walking back home from dinner. We were talking about my plans for next year, and I mentioned plan A, and the newly arrived and infinitely more respectable plan B. Plan A, the one I’ve always longed to try, aka to run off to Japan for a year to write yon novel and tumble around Asia ( Read more... )

Hmmm, the parties here leave something to be desired, but I’ve gotten used to them, and expect little other than loud music by now. And it was loud, the bass that I love, even some Indian music (M has made me obsessed). The music was interrupted near the end-there was a fight (as usual)-and so the evening ended. Actually, it didn’t, my music ( Read more... )

Yo go hear my song and sing along with me. If you know which one it is, then it's probably because you played it way before I ever did. (That's at least two of you, maybe three) But it's mine now.