the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

Blogging from the Song commercail store place. my feet are freeeekin killing me.

um. . yeah. that's it.

Now that Jess knows I can post it here:

For christmas I got a 1/2 carat princess cut diamond in a white gold cathedral setting. Yeah. So that totally just happened. I am still a little wigged out. I'll report back when I'm able to form complete thoughts.

"What do you get a Wookie for Christmas when he already has a comb?"

love, understanding and a brush.

Merry christmas everybody.

Oh my god. My dad was unloading his truck yesterday and he felt something like a little pipe cleaner on one of the shelves. Didn't think much of it. Went back inside his truck after it was empty and looked at the shelf in question and found THE SHED SKIN OF A TARANTULA. Then HE BROUGHT IT HOME TO SHOW MY BROTHER.
Grody. I hope it isn't still in his truck. My dad is a big guy and he can take a spider but he could get into an accident if he found A TARANTULA crawling on his shoulder.
My hope is that it steps out of the truck to take a leak on one of my dad's stops and he drives away while it's still zipping up it's fly. I saw the thing. It's mutherfucking huge.

We're getting jackets for our office christmas gift, and they are really, really nice jackets. Except the person who picked them out is under 5 feet tall and weighs less than 100 pounds. More than half the office tried them on and said, "What's the biggest size you've got? Go one bigger." The biggest size on an average person looks like a tight turtleneck. They are very slim, tight fitting and boy, is it humbling to sit here and listen while the other secretary has a fifteen minute conversation with the guy from the store about my chest size and her misgivings about whether the largest size will be comfortable for me.

Now I have to give my measurements so they can custom fit one for me. It's going to cost almost double and it's not going to be very flattering.

Whatever, man, I'm not saying everybody has to get something different because I'm uncomfortably buxom but just don't give me anything, you know? It's fucking humiliating.

Oh, hi.

I went to the office christmas party on Friday. I won't complain about the logistics, but, there were two cocktail hours at two different places and the seating was completely effed up. I didn't drink that much at all and yet I spent all of Saturday recovering. That sucked.
Saturday night was a small gathering with some friends for gift exchange and "cheer". (I drank tea, because I was "cheering" into the toilet bowl most of the day. ew, and ha.) I got a Merry and Pippin playset, a tea for one cup and pot, a candle and a tarot deck. Aw.
I shopped all day Sunday and I got eeeeverythang. I have spent so much g.d. money. Then another gathering with different friends. We got some greek myth books (for the boy.:P) and the Lord of the Rings (squeee!) Trivial Pursuit.
Awesomesauce. I love Christmas.

I got to spend a little bit of time and moola with my brother last night. We went to Amvets and I bought some records*. Then Wegmans. I love wegmans.

Tonight I have the readthrough for the new show. I'm very fatigued. I feel like I'm in fast forward.

* Honky Tonk Percussion Piano, Scottish Pipe and Drum military band, and some frenchie thing. I love old timey french music.

um . . . what?

I brought Ender's Game to the theater on Tuesday to occupy myself, and I left it on the floor during the movie. I guess it must have gotten kicked or something because at one point the cute high school-aged kid next to me handed it to me and said, "Is this your book?"
"yes, thanks."
"Good book."
It was just kinda sweet. He's right, too.

I'm sure it's delicious, but the put the word "turd" in your holiday dish and i just can't do it.

My brother's email signature is:
"No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit."

Go see Return of the King. No, do it.

So the Trilogy Tuesday was awesome. It was a little fucknutty at the beginning, mainly because they said they were letting us in 2 hours before when they said they wouldn't let us in until 20 minutes before. And we were allowed outside food, which we didn't know until we got there so I subsisted on hot pretezels and a cherry slushie. (Plus, c'mon with the oniony hoagies in the sweltering theater already.)

But honestly and truly, if you weren't that hot for the second one or whatever just trust me. It was worth sitting in a crowded, stinky theater for 12 hours. It was totally worth waiting three years for.

in non-geek news:
My company decided to switch our paycheck service the week before christmas so I won't be getting my paycheck when I'm supposed to a week before christmas and I need to still shop because it's a week before christmas. Der. It clears at midnight, but after work today is really the last night I can go. Bullshit. Anywho. This is fun. I missed a whole day of internet.

It finally snowed for real and stayed. Yay.

I did a lot of christmas shopping this weekend. I have so much more to do still.

I so can't wait for return of the king. Jesusgod. Can't think of much more to talk about.

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jelly bracelets" are making a comeback with teens and some grade-school kids. But this time, there's a twist: In some parts of the U.S., they're calling them "sex bracelets" -- with various colors supposedly representing promises to perform sex acts in a game called "Snap."

Also taking the country by storm, a terrifying new game called "Mash", which is said to predict who the kids will marry, what kind of cars they will drive, how many kids they will have, and whether they will live in a mansion, an apartment, a shack or a house.

I kind of liked Battlestar Galactica. I think they did a lot with a small budget. I thought it was kind of unique and refreshing that technology and machinery in the future is not all perfect and slick. The "intergalactic intercom" reminded me of the broken dispatch walkies my dad used to let us play with. So adorable, with their big black coils. Plus, I think the little hexagonal papers that everything printed out on were just charming.
It really is all about hexagons. It's good television.

"The 42 people in line for president before her were killed? Wasn't that pretty much the plot of King Ralph?" (tm Alex)

I am mystified by The Soham Trial. I can't look away. I want to know what really happened. The guy went from "I never saw them." to "They stopped by but never came in." to, "Yes, they died in my house and I hid the bodies. But I didn't 'kill' them on purpose." It's insane and sad and gruesome.

M'Kay. Learn from me:
Never ever tell anybody how you feel.
Never storm away from something you may want to walk back into again someday.
Always cut all your hair off and start over.
Even if you can let go of something, other people may be hanging onto it with all of their strength.
Friendship is rarer than you think.

This information would have come in handy a long time ago.

Yo. Please please check out the magnified view.

I've got two people talking me into wearing a costume to trilogy tuesday and no one talking me out of it. Adult woman. Must resist.

By the way, my new hair matched with my "Godspell" rainbow scarf and my nerd collars and sweaters is so completely emo. I didn't even try.

I hate every chimp I see. From chimpan-A to chimpan-Z.

Rant:
I'm a little irritated. Like, I love this friend of ours, but my bf is my bf. And I don't mean to get territorial, but I think I kind of have a right to in this situation. Don't you think there's something wrong with a woman harassing someone else's bf into coming to her house for dinner for months? Why would you wear somebody down like that?
Isn't it a little off that she'd invite him and not me, considering we've been together for almost 8 years? I hate to say anything about her, because we've been friends for a long time. Plus, it was just dinner, so what's the big deal? It's not that I'm worried about him. Child, please. But I'm protective and possesive and that's just how it is.

I just hate when people guilt him into doing things, because he'd do anything for anybody and I keep seeing people taking advantage of him and pulling him in too many directions. It's infuriating.
Of course, I don't blame her. He'll get out of bed at 8am on his day off to drive you to work, take you grocery shopping during a Bills game, bring you tea, buy everybody's tickets to a show so we can all sit together, make you orange chicken with broccoli, fix the blankets so you can just slip in at night, and make your tired, sorry, wide ass feel like an object of desire. And that was just this weekend. But, like I said, he a one woman man.

**On further thought I have edited this to take out some of the unfeeling, cold bitchiness that I'm so good at doling out. I don't have any right to hurt her feelings even though she got my shackles up.

I cut off all my hair. Yeehee!
It looks a little weird, but good weird. I wanted a layered shag. I got a 1930s pageboy. Weird. But a good weird, like I say.
Don't be mad? Please? I just couldn't take care of it anymore. And now when somebody says, "What's up?" I have something to talk about.

This courtroom sketch? The guy in the middle? My cousin. He's working for the judge in the trial or something. Crazy.

You know when I'm posting about my eczema that I have nothing of value to say.

I'm getting a haircut today. See? Nothing.

I am really good at being allergic to this sweater. Either that or I just feel crappy.

Two Truths and some sarcasm:
The sound of feet crunching on snow, in real life or on tv, gives me the bad gooseflesh. Speaking of flesh, I'd like to take off all of mine and start over.
itchy itchiness. Oh, and I found out what I've been doing wrong. Washing with soap. What an idiot I've been all this time.

The best way to watch television is to wait for a show to come out on dvd and then just watch episode after episode until you can't keep your eyes open any more.
Speaking of Band of Brothers, Ron Livingston certainly has got that special something.

Is it just me or has Nicole Kidman become a huge fatass?

I'll say it: I watch The O.C., and I enjoy it.

A breakdown:
Wednesday I saw Timeline. Yeah, don't.
Thursday I ate. I also made acorn squash, which tasted better than I thought it would. I think I can finally tell my cousin's kids apart, just in time for them to move out of state.
Friday I was sick all day. I had sent out emails to a few people about meeting up somewhere to hang out with out-of-towners who were in for the weekend. Thirty people showed up. We took over half the bar. I just never expect that when I invite people anywhere they will actually show up. So I am thankful for that.
Saturday we went to see the old improv show and then hanged out for quite a few adult beverages.
Last night we had a "Band of Brothers" mini-marathon, which is always good for reminding you of how good you really have it and the means by which you got it so good.