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Archive for December 1999

street cash

On 22 December 1999

Today I found $40 in the street. Really. Near the post office. This makes it the most money I have ever found on the street at one time, overtaking the 10 pounds (I don't have the pound symbol thingy handy) I once found on Bond Street (in London). I hung around on the street for […]

the garb of a slattern!

On 21 December 1999

Yee haw.Still at work. Is it Xmas yet? I'm getting sick of waiting.Although I did get one present already, a super, super super cool present. The division director here amazingly remembered that I collect etiquette/housewifery books, and gave me a copy of “Polite Society at Home and Abroad,” from 1891, making it officially my oldest […]

deck the halls, you bastard

On 17 December 1999

Oh, it's snowing in Chicago, yes it is. Snowing like a mofo, to be precise. (Not sure why I love saying that, but it cracks me up every time.) I'm at work and everybody's bitching and moaning about the snow, which I don't understand: it's WINTER, people. You live in the MIDWEST. We have SEASONS […]

pantslessness and lottery winners

On 14 December 1999

I'm a winner!Well, sort of. I bought a lottery ticket on Saturday, on a whim, and I just got around to checking it today. And I had 3 numbers out of 6. And I think you get something for that. It may be just $3 or so, but I think you get something. I will […]

unlucky

On 13 December 1999

Arrggh. I leave my desk for literally 1 minute, the first time I have left it in hours, and that 1 minute is when LT calls. From England. Arrgggh. So now I will update my diary while I sit here and wait for him to call back, since he didn't do anything sensible like leave […]

too sappy and sentimental to even read

On 9 December 1999

What are “New York style” bagels? They just seem like a basic bagel to me. Are they larger? Surlier? Divided into boroughs? If anyone knows, e-mail me.Oh, I want to go home. And I want LT to come home. He's still in London, and my house is all cold and lonely and husband-less in the […]

the french paradox

On 7 December 1999

Mmm, Paris. I ate it. I ate all of Paris. There's no food left in Paris, so don't even bother going. It's like the Occupation all over again, except this time it was just me and LT keeping Parisians from eating (and not Nazi blockades).OK, I exaggerate. But the food was really, really good. I […]