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Archive for October 1999

rodeo clown training school

On 29 October 1999

What the hell is with this weather? 76 degrees and sunny? It's October! It's practically Halloween! I want to wear my tights with the skulls on them! Long dresses! Snuggly coats! None of this summer crap!All right, enough of that. Last night was our friend Matt's birthday, and coincidentally, he was playing with his jazz […]

flake-o-riffic

On 28 October 1999

Last night I was walking around cleaning things (sort of), and I had the TV on, and I heard a voice from it ask, “Are you tired of the same old flakes?” Yes, I thought. I am tired of the same old flakes. But why keep this feeling to myself? “I'm tired of the same […]

the girl with the flaming sleeve

On 27 October 1999

The fondue was a rousing success and we had a nice visit with George. (Sorry to be so abrupt, but I don't have time for all that nicey nicey “introduction to an entry” stuff. I am a BUSY WOMAN!) (hee hee, I crack myself up.) Well, fondue night was a success except for 2 things: […]

my fondue pot runneth over

On 26 October 1999

I just had a lovely lunch of diet pepsi and wheat thins. I am unfortunately somewhat addicted to these snack foods. Even the sight of that sunny yellow cracker box makes me happy. And if they ever discover that Nutrasweet makes your head fall off or something, I'm totally screwed. Actually I don't drink that […]

smelling salts?

On 25 October 1999

Things I have seen recently:A man on the train who had drawn a very realistic-looking watch on his wrist in ballpoint pen.A woman with a tattoo of a birthday cake.Two pigeons fighting.Did you know I have a history of fainting in public places? I hate to be such a weak sister, but I'm just a […]

early halloween gore-fest

On 22 October 1999

A proofreader just returned one of my articles to me: the one that has the 4-color photograph of an eyeball full of maggots. Isn't that nice? I love my job!No sarcasm intended. I truly love the grotesque photographs that working in medical publishing gives me the opportunity to see. And the vocabulary! For instance, look […]

on collecting, sort of

On 21 October 1999

Not only do I collect zines and antique ettiquette/housewifery books, and records that have the word “hi-fi” in the title, but I also have a collection of weird and wonderful consumer goods that are mostly food-oriented. (1) Canned haggis. Purchased in Wales. Besides the fact that it's canned sheep intestines and oatmeal pudding, I find […]

do you tabouli?

On 20 October 1999

Listening to the Cure on the headphones as I type, la la la. I remember when Disintegration was the album that summed up my adolescent angst. It's still pretty good, and as long as there's eyeliner and Tuesdays at Neo, that goth sensibility will never be truly stamped out for me. I'm such a poser. […]

throwaway entry, although I do mention breasts

On 19 October 1999

I think they may have stopped making my bra. This is very upsetting. I've been to Marshall Field's and Lord and Taylor and no one has it. Next store I'm going to ask one of the bra ladies if it's still in their inventory books. Every bra-wearing chick knows what a pain it is to […]

me and my shadow (not)

On 18 October 1999

Oh yes, I'm so full of sushi right now. Some cow-orkers (I like the hyphen better there) and I went out to the tiny Ginza Fish restaurant, which is on the bottom floor of the Tokyo Hotel. Now some of you might think that eating raw fish in what is essentially a transient hotel would […]