the dead alien silence of another race
Monday, May. 12, 2003 @ 5:44 p.m.
Monday Madness:1. What make, model, and color of vehicle (price being no issue) have you always wanted to own? I’ve never really been “into” cars. It’s really just a way of getting from point A to point B for me, not a replacement for status or personality. As long as it’s safe and gets good gas mileage, I’m happy. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I’d probably just get this year’s version of what I already have: Honda Accord. Maybe a Volvo, they have a good safety record. I prefer cars in nice neutral colors, my car is a dark rosy brown color. Very good at hiding the dirt.
2. If you could add one feature to your current vehicle, what would you choose? I’d like to have a CD player so I didn’t have to go through the process of plugging my Discman into the car stereo every time.
3. You're driving down the road and you hear a police siren. What is the first thought that comes to mind? Oh shit, what did I do? I have a guilty conscience, probably because I drove like an idiot for so many years.
Monday, May. 12, 2003 @ 3:50 p.m.
From Fox News.com:I like the wine glasses!
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Daydreaming on paper: Do you like your hair? Is it straight and sleek? Wild and unruly? Everyone who knows me at all knows I love my hair. It’s one of my best features (along with my skin). It’s straight and very fine, but thick in the sense that I have a lot of it. I’m so thankful I didn’t get my mother’s hair, she has this awful too-curly-to-be-wavy-too wavy-to-be-curly hair that grows outward instead of down in total defiance of the laws of gravity.
I didn’t always like my hair, when I was in my early teens it bothered me constantly. I could never get it to do what I wanted it to and I was always chopping away at it, trying to find a style that worked. I finally learned to work with it instead of fight it when I was about 16, and I’ve had pretty much the same hairstyle, off and on, since then. Sometimes I go shorter (occasionally I’ve had it very short, like only an inch all over) or longer (at the moment I am seeing how long I can grow it before I get impatient with it), but I always go back to a shoulder-length bob. And sometimes I grow them out, but eventually I get to missing my bangs and cut them. I really think it takes a certain kind of woman to pull off bangs.
My hair is very healthy (I haven’t cut it in over a year--except the bangs--and I don’t have any split ends) and shiny. It feels wonderful to the touch. It even smells nice, a bit of my perfume always gets on it when I spray it on my neck.
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Okay, I have had like a gajillion google hits for variations of the phrase “Jorja Fox pregnant” since last Friday’s entry, so I’m not the only person who noticed it.
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I swear, some days trying to eat is just such a pain in the ass. Willy Wonka needs to hurry up and invent the stupid 4-course meal gum, already. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy food; but once I’ve ran an errand and put gas in the car, poof, hour up, time to go back to work. Where I can either hork down some plastic food from the cafeteria in the 5 minutes that are left, or get by on the snacks we keep in the office.
Don’t mind me, I’m just cranky because it’s starting to get hot. It really chaps my hide when we have cold weather and rain straight into the middle of May, then zoom right into summer and completely bypass spring. By the time I got back to work I felt totally disheveled. Clothes all crooked, hair all tangled and coming loose from my headband.
Also, for some reason I have never mastered the art of getting out of my car gracefully. When I first got it I figured it was just lower than my previous car and I would get used to it eventually, but I’ve had the car for 4 years now and I never have. So I can either fall out like I just had a 3-martini lunch, or open my legs obscenely wide. Usually I wear long skirts and it’s not a huge deal, but today I made a rare excursion into short territory. “Hello world, as you can see today june is wearing yellow panties to match her skirt”.
But I did drive by some demonstrators that gave me a chuckle. One of them was holding a huge peace sign, I suppose protesting a war that is to all and extents and purposes over. And another was holding a sign that said, seriously, “A$$E$ OFF EVIL BUSH DICKOCRACY”. What exactly she was protesting I leave to you to figure out. It reminded me of that lunatic I used to see marching all over the financial district when I worked in San Francisco. Wherever I went, whatever time of day it was, I would see him. A young Chinese man who always wore a tattered suit jacket and held a sign that said “12 galaxies ghettofied to a xenophobian morass. IMPEACH CLINTON!!!” Sometimes the words changed but it always ended with “IMPEACH CLINTON!!!” He didn’t look homeless; Jason and I used to speculate that perhaps he was an art student and this was some kind of exhibit. He walked fast and looked very business-like and serious, like he was just another yuppie headed to his job as office manager for a lighting design firm (oh wait, that was me).
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Dear BMW:
Any car that has “mini” in the name is never going to be macho. Not even if Wolverine drives it. You seriously need to fire whoever does your marketing.
That is all.
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Monday, May. 12, 2003 @ 1:52 p.m.
Listy Lunes: List the typical words people use to describe you1. intelligent
2. bitchy
3. arrogant
4. talkative
5. aggressive
6. approachable
7. open-minded
8. pale
9. sassy
10. hot-headed
Monday, May. 12, 2003 @ 12:16 p.m.
This is from yesterday, but I’m doing it anyway.Daily Zen: In honor of our Mothers and Mother's Day, name 3 things that you love/loved about your Mom.
1. She knew that children should be planned for. She didn’t just pop them out at random. She passed on the lesson to me that if you don’t want to get knocked up, there are certain precautions to take. As I grow older I realize that so many women of her generation never learned that lesson, and never passed it on to their own daughters.
2. She's never made me feel I would be a failure if I didn't get married/have children/have a career. She's always told me I should live the life that makes me happy. And as much as I know she would enjoy having grandchildren, she's never pressured me into having them for her sake. She knows I never want children and she's fine with that.
3. She makes the best fried chicken I have ever tasted.
Monday, May. 12, 2003 @ 10:16 a.m.
Unconscious Mutterings:- Want::need
- Pleasure::pain
- Sugar::spice
- Special::people
- Pure::innocence
- Right::wrong
- Something::nothing
- Cherish::love
- Pub::beer
- Snap::crackle and pop