Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Friday, February 11, 2005
When dreams go horribly wrong
This morning's dream? Not quite as fun. This time, I was supposed to be covering a River Forest High School (!?!?) basketball game (!!) at Lake Central High School because the team had made it to regionals or something, but first I had my annual girl-plumbing appointment at Planned Parenthood, which was for some reason attached to a Catholic hospital. I got into the elevator, and it of course got stuck and wasn't lined up with the floor (one of my biggest fears), and then it came time for the exam. [WARNING! WARNING! TMI MOMENT ABOUT MY PRIVATES TO FOLLOW!]
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
Whoa, whoa whooooooaaaaaa!
A fun game with which to waste time: Lookit

[Horked from Gawker]
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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Swoopin’ In…
Kaffy here. Broad has been ever so nice in letting me swoop in on her blog and do a little...ranting? Venting? Sobbing? Can't post this on my blog cuz my wee sister reads it on occassion and don't want her reading my rants on, well, her. Forewarning: this is a long rant.
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
I’ve lost my mojo
Does anyone have any idea how hard it is to write an invective when you're medicated!?!? I swear to God, I've been here for five days (intermittently, of course), trying to finish my letter to BFKAS, and it's like pulling freakin' teeth.

It never used to be this hard: Up until two years ago, I could write a fuck-off missive like nobody's business. Oh, and they were glorious rantings, too, pages and pages of nothing but heartfelt bile. Ask anyone who's been on the ass-end of my ire -- insane masterpieces, every last one of them.

But now? The words are there, but I'm not feeling that extra ... je ne sais quoi that would really push it over the edge. And then I keep wanting to edit it to make it more concise and pointed instead of vitriolic and mean. Meh.
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Monday, February 07, 2005
Super sucker
Apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks our fair country is run by the biggest frat rat in the world, as evidenced by this lovely Gawker piece today: Lookit I will have you know, however, that I, at my advanced age, DO know what "The Big Shocker" is. (Thanks, Kate!)

Speaking of age, is it wrong for me to have thoroughly enjoyed last night's Paul McCartney halftime gig when I previously thought the whole set-up was a sellout? Because I really dug it, moreso than any of the other crap put during Super Bowl halftimes.

Oh, and thanks to the always excellent EWK, I now have the black lowlights I was talking about, but you can't really see them, so we're probably going to add more. They may pop more once I wash my hair, so I'll post a pic.
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Friday, February 04, 2005
Our lady peace. Riiiiiight
Have I told y'all lately how cute and lovely Headcase is? Because of her, I now have in my hot little hands a copy of the Almost Famous soundtrack AND Naked Pictures of Famous People by Jon Stewart from my Amazon wishlist. And? It came just in time, despite the fact that one of her wee ones fell ill. Lunch? On me. And speaking of lunch, Tara and Karen, my one boss, took me out to lunch yesterday, a fine feast of faux Mexican from Don Pablo's which I loved immensely and thank you, thank you, thank you! Dining is always a good choice.

It almost took my mind off the fact that, for the sixth year in a row, I didn't receive birthday wishes from a certain member of my biological family. But this year, there was a reason: She has decided she doesn't want to pursue a relationship with me, because she's at peace.
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Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wouldn’t I have to be a crazy bitch to be her!?!

Which Rock Chick Are You?


[Another fine horking from the lovely Snidget]

Anyway, as my 35th birthday comes to a close, just wanted to give everyone a quick shout o' love for all the good wishes and cheer -- y'all totally made a good day even gooder. But now, since I got to be up at the buttcrack for an assignment, Ima going to take my leave until tomorrow, when I'll tell y'all about my birthday booty and the fuck-off I got from the BFKAS.
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
My Aquarian sistah!
Go wish her some birfday lovin' yo!

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Open mouth, insert spiral
You know what I hate? Reading something half-ass and then shooting my mouth off.

I was reading a link over on Romenesko about the layoff at the competition -- of which one of the people affected, if you haven't been paying attention to the comments, is one of my oldest and dearest friends -- which I read to say only laid off six people. So I, in my indignation, shoot an e-mail to Romenesko saying this pub got it all wrong and that there were certainly more. Well, he being the consumate reporter, politely asked if it was more than six in the newsroom or the whole operation, which prompted me to go back and really read the article. Yup, all the information was there -- I just didn't catch it the first time around.

Yeah, nothing like making a jerk of myself. At least I told him to not publish my e-mail.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Hairy sitch
You know how when you accidentally let your hair air dry a little too long before hitting it with the goo, and then you got shit sticking out where it shouldn't be and things laying flat where they shouldn't be? Yeah, I got some gay-ass hair going on right now, and I don't mean that in the positive way. Thank God for the hair party this weekend, because this ain't right. I'm thinking about changing the color to dark red with black lowlights. I've seen it done before and it looks cool, and it would work with my specs. Plus, I feel like giving myself a jolt, not unlike the time three years ago when I was chest-deep in depression and had him put highlights in my hair, only he did so many that I was for all intents and purposes blonde. Didn't lift the depression any, but it did smack me out of complete listlessness. No no no, I'm not listless now or anything; just need to shake the shit up like I do from time to time.

Greta, in the meantime, is in the throes of the major blues since she did end up losing her job after all. Except now, she's also decided that because of this book she's been reading about how 99.999 percent of all medicine is of the devil, she's gotten off her antidepressant and plans to start taking St. John's Wort when she finds the right herbalist -- none of that over-the-counter Walgreen's stuff for her, no sir. Did I mention she's OCD, too? It'll be nothing if not entertaining, for sure.

(Now, before anyone gets all hyper that I'm mocking someone for eschewing modern medicine, I can appreciate that someone would want to cut out certain crap from her diet or certain medications from the rotation, especially if they interfere with other things (i.e. taking a med for which the side effects include depression when you're already depressed, etc.). I'm thrilled that, for example, Greta got rid of the Zyrtec and Flonase for her sinuses and is using this oil stuff instead, with much better results. But unlike those goofy Scientologists -- yeah, I said it -- depression is not one of those things that can be willed away with positive thinking, and I don't believe that any good will come of this experiment. If I'm wrong, I'll cop to it, but I don't think I will be.)

In other news, part of my weekend was spent contemplating my place in the future -- specifically, am I going to end up one of those lonely old ladies who no one visits in the nursing home. Yeah, I know, morbid. It started Saturday night after Jill came over with Chinese: We were talking about how I, during another tangent, came to the conclusion that it really doesn't bother me that I'm not out most Friday or Saturday evenings with an SO, that I'm perfectly happy hanging out on the couch with the boys or hanging out with Greta or whatever. I mean sometimes, sure, it gets a little bothersome, but not so much so that I'm crying over Chunky Monkey or some shit.

So anyway, Sunday I just started thinking about what's going to happen to me since I'm not married and don't plan on birthing any babies, and then I was like, "Wow, this sucks," so I went to sleep.
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Here’s to Life, baby
Here's to Life, baby
Here's to Life, baby,
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Damn, I was hoping the pic would be a little bit bigger.

Anyway, if any of y'all find yourselves in NWI during the second weekend in March, keep the 12th open, as my great pals Bite the Lime (the band formerly known as Wookie Luv) will be playing the gig that's on this poster (as will Brian Blush, the former guitarist for the Refreshments/Gin Blossoms). It's a guaranteed good fucking time. Not convinced? Listen to BtL's first original tune to be recorded ever right ... here" target="_blank" >http://www.theloner.com/bitethelimejesuslivesinmexicoduece.mp3">here.

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