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Dec. 15th, 2006

01:36 am

Tonight, I worked my last ever closing shift at the scrapbook store. No more straightening paper and tidying rolls of stickers. No more scrubbing glue and giltter off of tables and picking itty bitty pieces of paper up off the carpet. No more vacuuming, dusting, windexing, or mopping.

And how did I celebrate when I got home?


-immediately changed into pajamas
-sat on the couch
-talked to Dan online
-ate Cadbury chocolate
-drank milk right from the carton
-watched two episodes of Degrassi
-painted my toenails
-watched Pantera's Behind the Music on VH1 Classic

Sometimes, I swear I'm living a fantasy life.

Dec. 14th, 2006

09:05 am

I was working at the scrapbook store the other day when a woman came up to the register to purchase a $20 gift card. I followed the required employee routine, smiling and asking, "Have you shopped with us before?" She shook her head no without looking up from her purse, where she was searching for her credit card. I continued with, "Would you like to be added to our mailing list for coupons?" Again, without looking up, she answered, "I'd rather die, thank you."

Doesn't the Christmas season make you feel all warm and fuzzy?

Nov. 24th, 2006

07:56 pm - Sesame Street Memories #14

Nov. 9th, 2006

12:46 am

Tonight at the Guster concert, Dayna and I were talking about how grossed out we were at all of the couples everywhere. We were in the process of rather loudly pointing out a guy and a girl about ten feet to our left who were basically sucking each other's faces off when I noticed that the couple right in front of us had their arms around each other. So when I saw the girl start to turn around, I immediately worried that she thought we were talking about them. I was about to assure her that we weren't when she looked at me and said, "Tracey?"

Turns out it was corks1181, who I had never met before. Small world. Ah, the joys of LiveJournal.

And that was the highlight of the evening. Coming in second place was when two idiots in the crowd decided to light something on fire and throw it onto the stage, setting ablaze something underneath the drums for about twenty seconds. The band looked concerned, but they kept going and never mentioned the incident. Dayna and I speculated that it made them secretly hate the entire city of Columbus, though.

Wait! I lied. The second-best highlight of the evening was actually when we were leaving and I spied the skinniest boy I have ever seen in real life. He was totally unashamed of it, too, wearing a little striped t-shirt and tight, skinny jeans that tapered down until they were cropped and rolled up well past his pasty, skeletal ankles. I told Dayna that looking at him made my ovaries do a little dance, and she laughed and shook her head. I wanted to take him home with me and dress him up like this:

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Nov. 7th, 2006

12:27 am

Okay, so it's not from Sesame Street, but I flipped out when I found this gem from Reading Rainbow. Remember this?

Nov. 4th, 2006

12:42 am - Sesame Street Memories #13

Just for you, samandsam04.

Nov. 3rd, 2006

01:12 am - Sesame Street Memories #12

Months ago when I discovered the joy of classic Sesame Street videos, Erin told me that this one was her favorite. And she picked a good one.

Nov. 2nd, 2006

10:17 am

evelynnash once told me that she likes being at the airport alone, because it makes her feel really grown up. I had the same feeling this morning when I was cutting up fruit.

What makes you feel grown up?

Oct. 27th, 2006

08:24 pm - Sesame Street Memories #11

12:33 am - Sesame Street Memories #10

Oct. 26th, 2006

02:36 am - Pumpkin Show 2006

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12:47 am - Sesame Street Memories #9

I couldn't go much longer without a little Kermit.

Oct. 25th, 2006

01:40 am - Sesame Street Memories #8

Possibly my favorite Sesame Street segment ever. Somehow, this made enough of an impression on me as a child that I completely remembered everything about this song (the tune, the words, and even the key) well enough to arrange it for trumpet ensemble for a class project back in my music major days. And well enough to sing it to evelynnash at every possible opportunity since high school.

01:20 am - OMG so dreamy

I just finished reading Backstage Passes: Life on the Wild Side with David Bowie by none other than Angela Bowie, the woman who was married to the future Jareth the Goblin King from 1969 to 1980. And even though the highlights of the book were the rock and roll stories -- like the time when Angie found David and Mick Jagger in bed together or the time coked-out Bowie thought Satan was living in the pool of their Los Angeles home -- I had to share with you her physical description of her ex husband:

He was, as I've said, a beauty, a young man blessed with a lovely face and body. His face was perfectly structured to classical proportions -- forehead-to-nose and nose-to-chin measurements being equal -- with high, wide cheekbones pulled tightly down into a mischievously chiseled grin. His skin was creamy smooth, his beard very light (for me, just right). His hair, ash blond like mine, bordered his face in a halo of soft little curls, and his eyebrows, as finely blond as his hair, arched gracefully to frame that one divine asymmetry -- one green eye and one blue, erotic and compelling.

David stands between five-foot-ten and five-foot-eleven. His shoulders are broad, like mine, and although he's always been slender, the sinew and muscle I saw in his arms and legs foretold the powerhouse I would find in his chest and pelvis. His fingers were long and artistic, with squared-off fingernails, and usually they held a cigarette.

David speaks softly, and the timbre of his voice is rich and intelligent; it's an almost hypnotically effective instrument. He has full, sensual lips which demand kissing, perhaps gently, perhaps not.
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So hot, right? It's like it almost doesn't even matter that he was a cold and distant cocaine addict who slept with anyone and everyone throughout their marriage.

Oct. 24th, 2006

12:28 am - Sesame Street Memories #7

Just for you, slowyaroll.

Oct. 23rd, 2006

02:17 pm

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Credit goes to dr_nuk for posting the link to this webcomic in his Google profile. http://xkcd.com/c174.html

Oct. 20th, 2006

06:31 pm - Sesame Street Memories #6

This one almost makes me miss being a music teacher.


01:57 am - It's That Time!

It's here at last! The 100th Circleville Pumpkin Show. The Greatest Free Show on Earth. Tonight, in accordance with tradition, my college friends Dayna and Justin and I will pile into my Old Man Car and head on down to Circleville. Once there, we will consume all of the necessities:

Footlong Corndogs
Bloomin' Potatoes
Fried Cheese on a Stick
Candy Apples
Funnel Cakes
Candied Almonds
Pumpkin Ice Cream

Ahh, deep-fried bliss followed by a sugar coma. It's no wonder I look forward to this all year long.

Highlights from Last Year's Pumpkin Show:
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12:21 am - Sesame Street Memories #5

A tale of epic proportions:

(Hey, Liz. That's a kickin' flute part. I should have played this on my senior recital, with Brian Sze on bass clarinet. Not sure who I would have asked to do the voice part, though. Any ideas?)

Oct. 19th, 2006

05:37 pm - Sesame Street Memories #4

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