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"maybe it's the weather or something like that" home write to me currently reading: The Moviegoer by Walker Percy currently listening to: Under Cold Blue Stars by Josh Rouse OED Word of the Day yesterday's news: the regulars: druzblog that you new topography fuzzy sweater lot vogue que sera sera meaningless my next trick mighty girl sarah hepola distraction amusiac catwoman slatch text obscured affordable justice every little thing electric honey a girl named bob this fish complete square helenjane shampoo solo randomness wheelbarrow le petit hiboux inspiration geese aplenty the safeword urban ephemera pink and fluffy markand(erson) pineapple? the 3rd rail roxy the whit with crayons pretty teeth meet george dictionary captions further reading: open letters the morning news mcsweeney's pitchfork tomato nation me head fametracker tv without pity pindeldyboz bust onion useful info: words grammar movies music city search spanish soundtrack: le tigre sleater-kinney belle and sebastian lucinda williams white stripes bjork gillian welch elvis costello elliott smith radio radio: morning eclectic this american life national public radio wnyc
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Monday, March 10, 2003
Shiny and new
In celebration of the fact that my tax return was direct-deposited into my account on Friday, I thought i would take myself on a mini shopping spree before the rest goes to pay off credit cards. (Practicality is a bitch, isn't it?). Now, I don't usually go around talking about my underwear, but ladies, let me tell you, if you have not checked out the wonder that is Gap Body, please do so now. The Gap kind of bores the hell out of me, so it never occurred to me to check out Gap Body until this weekend when I wandered in just so I didn't have to go into Victoria's Secret and remind myself how much I hate it in there (whorehouse decor + pushy salespeople + crappy merchandise = very cranky Jackie-O). And, lo and behold, I managed to stumble upon the world's most comfortable underwear. And they're cute, too! I'm serious, check it out. I wouldn't steer you wrong. It was nice out this weekend, and I was in the spring spirit, so I also bought a tank top (but in red) and a loud floral print skirt made by this awesome Finnish company called Marimekko. Of course, now it's twenty degrees again today. Can we talk for a minute about women's sizes and how they make no sense? I never have any idea what size I'm going to be. I brought a size eight skirt into the dressing room with me. It was gigantic, so I had them fetch the six. Still huge. I had to buy a size four! Let me tell you something about me: I am not a particularly heavy person, but I'm five foot nine, and I've got hips and an ass. If I'm wearing a size four, what on earth are the tiny little women of the world buying? Children's clothes, I suppose. Is it because they're trying to flatter women into buying a smaller size? Because I'm not fooled. I know I'm not a size four, and I'm fine with that. It just means I have to keep sending the poor dressing room clerk back for another size. And it's not consistent, either. Some places I wear a ten. The whole trying-on process (particularly in New York on a Saturday, when I had to stand in line for well over half an hour) is bad enough as it is, why add further confusion? And so that's my pointless information report/rant for the day. I know there are far more important things I could be talking about, but today has been long and my attentioon span is shot, so you'll have to take what you get. Friday, March 07, 2003
Laying down the law
I don't get this whole designer sweatpants thing. Just because they say Juicy or Sean John on them doesn't suddenly make them appropriate office attire, even if it is a Friday. Sweatpants are meant for two places: the couch and the gym. No exceptions. Thank you for your consideration. Monday, March 03, 2003
Now I'm smoking cigarettes and I strive for purity
Listening: Tom Waits's Closing Time. I bought Frank's Wild Years first and feared I was one of those people who just couldn't get into Tom Waits. It turns out I just should have started here. It reminds me of Sunday afternoons drinking coffee and smoking someone else's cigarettes. Watching: Goonies. My roommate and I rented it this weekend to see if it stood the test of time. It does. Also, I still think the Cyndi Lauper theme song is great, but the video really didn't need to be included on the DVD. Remember when she went through that phase where she featured professional wrestlers as family members in her videos? What was up with that? Buying: Prints of old movie posters to liven up the walls of the walls of the new cubicle. I love that the one for His Girl Friday says "She learned about men from him!" And the come hither/stay the hell away look on Lauren Bacall's face on the one for The Big Sleep is priceless. Drinking: Earl grey tea with cream and sugar. It's the next best thing to sitting in the window seat in my old flat in England. Recovering: From the cold from hell. I recommend not catching it. I'm serious. Take your vitamins.
It's okay if you can't stand to let her dance
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