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Went to a party last Saturday night

Okay, I'm still on hiatus and all, but this is so worth coming out of hibernation for. Tonight the lovely and talented Ms. B. and I got onstage in front of a live audience and sang "Kiss Me Deadly" while backed by a live band. Never you mind that we sang the extra "come on pretty baby"s a little too early, we still rocked the house. Or, at the very least, we amused ourselves and our friends (she says, the next day, after the booze and the delusions of grandeur have worn off). Sadly, not a single one of our blog-friendly group had a digital camera with them, but maybe, if you ask real nice, SB and I might be willing to reenact it for you. Thank you, Alissa and Liz, for introducing me to the joy that is Punk Metal Karaoke. And extra thanks to you, Alissa, for showing us how it's really done. I'll see you there next week.
my clock says it's 12:32:00 AM

Newsflash from the Center for Stating the Obvious

This study proposes that most twenty-somethings now experience a prolonged adolescence. Shocking.
my clock says it's 2:00:00 PM

Ingenuity

If you have a spare minute and a spare twenty dollars, go support Kerry in The "Damn! Kerry Needs a New Computer, BAD!" Fundraiser. It's like that whole Save Karyn thing that everyone was talking about a while back, except I think Kerry's is a better cause and you actually get something for your money.

my clock says it's 6:05:00 PM

Things men on the street have said to me when I have worn my bright red spring coat

"Hey, Red!"
"C'mere Little Red Riding Hood, you look good enough to eat!"
"You're a hot tamale!"
"Oooh, Red, you look spicy!"
"Hey, girl in the red, I got something for you." (points to crotch)
"Nice coat."
my clock says it's 3:11:00 PM

Overextended

Just to give you an idea of what my mental state at work is like these days: Earlier this afternoon, I attempted to use the network printer to photocopy a page from a book. I spent a good thirty seconds wondering where the "print" button was before wandering red-faced to the separate room where the copier is located.

my clock says it's 5:37:00 PM

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.
my clock says it's 6:05:00 PM

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.
my clock says it's 1:26:00 PM

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.
my clock says it's 5:56:00 PM

It's okay if you can't stand to let her dance

Damn, the new Cat Power record is good. Stream it here.
my clock says it's 11:32:00 AM

Confirmation

I am a total fucking idiot when it comes to guys.
my clock says it's 12:03:00 PM

I have:

fantastic, brand-new grey pants that are so soft I have to resist the urge to pet my own leg.

a new mix cd that makes me squeal with glee.

a sore throat that won' t go away no matter how many cups of honeyed tea I drink nor how many doses of Advil and Sudafed I down.

an enormous amount of work to do.
my clock says it's 4:28:00 PM