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| bored | 19 May 2005 @ 12:55am |
I spent the evening with my cat, a cup of tea, and the TV. For awhile, I decided to channel-surf. It's not often I have the time to sit and idly stare at the telly. Lots of Star Wars specials. Even HSN was in on the promotional bliss! I must say, I'm looking forward to it; I finished the book a few days ago. However, I felt no need to purchase the resin Yoda watch; though, I'm quite certain, the woman on HSN was this close to orgasmic bliss over the silly thing. Alias. Interesting show. I admit, I watched the second season. Missed out on the first, bored through the third. But, ah, the return of Irina was certainly a welcome one. I have to say that Lena Olin is one of the most stunning women in the world. Simply amazing. The rest of the episode was... well, confusing. But then, only JJ Abrams can understand how his mind works. I don't need to try. The Daily Show is in repeats. That saddens me. I was wasting my precious time, waiting to see the snarky commentary of all things news-worthy, but alas, a repeat! But, it was the Zell Miller repeat. Good times, Brad. Good times. My cat is napping. I tried to sleep, but I found it nearly impossible. Not quite sure why. I know my tea wasn't caffinated. Ah well, in suggestions for my sleepless night? ( Read more... )
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mood:  cynical | 6 comments|post comment |
Alan, we should go to dinner. It's been awhile since we've been out. ( Read more... )
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| mood: bitchy | 6 comments|post comment |
| the longest update ever | 23 Apr 2005 @ 06:44pm |
Let's start with the current topic at hand and go from there. All other topics can be found behind the cut. =) What is your worst character flaw? Do you ever have those moments where you’re so upset that you can’t say precisely what needs to be said until after the fact? When things are going poorly for other people, I have no problem saying what’s on my mind without skipping a beat. But, when I’m the one in the middle of something, I hesitate and withdraw. I’ll say something snappish, but not what needs to be said or done. I run and hide rather than face an issue head-on. I suppose that’s my worst flaw; it’s one I’ve developed in the past few months, in fact. ( Read more... )
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mood:  contemplative | 48 comments|post comment |
| does anybody even notice... | 29 Mar 2005 @ 01:08pm |
I've neglected my livejournal. It's a sad state of affairs, I know. I've needed time to reflect without... nevermind. It's been both eventful and boring as of late. Almost hurt in a bar fight. Random fighting ensued with Alan. Random making up ensued - no complaints there. Had a bit of time to merely... think. Alan went to Texas for a case, needed me to call one of his hula-dancing associates - business as usual, I suppose. Made Paul uncomfortable - yes, that was amusing. For lack of a better term, I feel conflicted. I'm happy, yet at the same time I'm, well, I'm not sad. Just... frustrated. Yes, I've given myself all this time to reflect, yet I can come up with is frustrated.
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| mood: contemplative | 20 comments|post comment |
| catch-up time! yay! | 18 Jan 2005 @ 12:15pm |
Whew, catch-up time! ( Read more... ) Describe your funniest childhood memory. Every child has that notion at some point that they can fly. You tell them repeatedly that they can not, in fact, fly, but that doesn't stop them. Somehow they know. Some kids jump up-and-down flapping their arms until they tire. Some jump off of things until they hurt themselves. Then there's the special breed of child: the type with the special sort of mother. Hi. I loved faeries as a child; it was always quite fun to chase them about - I insisted to everyone that I could see them, but only Mum believed me. Mum bought me faery wings from the costume store - simple things, really, flimsy and glittery... but I loved them. So, one evening, Mum was pushing me on the swings in the park. It got to the point where she couldn't push me any higher; she moved in front of the swings and told me to jump. "Mum! I'll fall!" "No, you'll fly." It was as if the idea had never occured to me before. So, with all the strength a five-year-old can muster, I pushed myself out of the swing and into the air. Mum caught me. "You flew!" "No, I didn't. You just caught me." "Did your feet touch the sand?" "No." "Then you flew." "Like a faery?" "Like a faery." So, I flew. *smile*
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mood:  bouncy | 14 comments|post comment |
| birthday and religion | 19 Dec 2004 @ 04:37pm |
What do you want for your birthday? A party. It's been quite awhile since I've had a party devoted to myself. Said party would absolutely have to contain vodka and other alcholic beverages. No one from CP&S would be allowed. Except Alan, of course. Perhaps Brad as well, for the sake of amusement. Alan, can you imagine the fun to be had if Bradley were to be a tad intoxicated on spiked punch? Brad + vodka = better than the elf costume. What are your religious beliefs? A wise person started the rumor that discussing religion and politics is a bit taboo and should not be done in public places, namely work. Considering that my journal is viewed mostly by those I work with, I'm sure the aforementioned wise person would advise against this. Where was wisdom when Brad and I were proudly campaigning for democracy in front of the overly republican Denny Crane? Hmm. I believe in God, though I have yet to attach a denomination to that belief. I'm not one for public displays of religon, nor is it one of my favorite topics. The wise person, I argue, is a coward. Cross-posted to TM
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mood:  awake | 30 comments|post comment |
| he bites | 26 Nov 2004 @ 11:59pm |
I hate the way he bites. It's neither cute nor charming, though he seems to think otherwise - in fact, it's become one of his new favorite things to do. Regardless of how many times I tell him not to, he bites me. Repeatedly. I adore him - especially the way he purrs when I pay attention to him. He looks so innocent, so gentle... I love to watch him sleep. I've never posted a picture of him here. Perhaps I should. ( Care to meet him? )
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mood:  tired | 8 comments|post comment |
| catch-up time | 24 Nov 2004 @ 10:47am |
What is the biggest lie you ever told? What were the consequences? At some point, we all lie to ourselves. Perhaps it makes life easier that way – though, more often than not – our own lies for self-assurance tend to muddle things worse than they were before. I tend to think the biggest lies I’ve told were to myself, especially as far as denial goes. There’s a song that states, “when the answer to all my dreams is as close as a touch away, why am I here holding back what I’m trying to say?” That would be the consequence; I often find myself holding back – missing golden opportunities. Describe the best 24 hours you ever had. Aloha Inn. Flashing neon. Me. A certain associate. Waking up at five in the morning with no regrets. I believe that’s all I need to say. Whom would you like to see get their final comeuppance? Until lately, I would have said Lori Colson. The way she constantly berates me for no reason both saddens and frustrates me. But, after seeing the way she handled the situation concerning her former associate… I wouldn’t wish any pain upon her. Cross-posted to TM
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mood:  busy | 2 comments|post comment |
| personal ad | 04 Nov 2004 @ 08:13pm |
What would you place in a personal ad if you were making one? Have you seen the movie Ghost World? Enid says it best, "I think only stupid people have good relationships." Therefore, if I were to place a personal ad, it would be very stupid. I'll give you a cookie if you find the logic in that. But, fine. A personal ad. SWF. Quirky. Intelligent. Witty. Alan, care to see what's in the file for you today? *smirk* ( Read more... )
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mood:  amused | 7 comments|post comment |
| random thoughts and a childhood flashback | 30 Oct 2004 @ 12:17am |
What makes you feel vulnerable or invulnerable, and why? Everyone feels vulnerable at some point; of that, I'm quite certain, for it's one of those constant burdens. Think of it like a sinus headache - there's always a bit of pressure right above your temples, whether you like it or not, but it isn't always noticeable - yet, it isn't always tolerable. My first taste of vulnerability came as a child. I've always been allergic to the stings of bees and wasps; Mum discovered that when I was two - apparently one little sting left me barely able to breathe. When I turned five, I was still deathly frightened of bees, and Mum always walked around outside first - making sure no bees were in sight before she let me out to play. Well, she hired a horrid nanny for me - Maureen. That horrible woman would insist that I was both wicked and naughty. One weekend, Mum and Dad had a business trip to attend out of town, and I was left in the supposed care of Maureen. She told me to just go and play in the garden. I never merely just hopped into the garden; Mum had to check for bees... I told Maureen that I was frighened of bees. She insisted that I stepped upon the bees with bare feet, they would die. After stomping upon nine bees, my feet were red and swollen; breathing was quite difficult. Maureen merely stared at me. I believe I fainted; next thing I knew, we were at the hospital. I remember seeing my reflection in the doctor's glasses - my eyes looked so big and bright like the one's of the doe that slept in our yard sometimes. He said he had to give me a shot or two - I started to weep; Mum was supposed to be there to hold my hand, like always, but I was alone. I cried and cried until there weren't any tears left. Mum promptly fired Maureen. I suppose I feel invulnerable when I'm lost in my work - though, I'm sensitivte to criticism... sometimes I wish I was a superhero - cape, mask, tights, and all; they seem so immune to vulnerability, though in actuality, they're probably the most vulnerable of all.
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mood:  crushed | 39 comments|post comment |
