Something boring.
I've been in and out of some rather boring meetings these last two days and I've got another day ahead of me. Well, at least they're product presentations and not too business-y.
I've been very unimpressed with the free food. Wait, I know. It's FREE, so what? I know, I won't even go there. So never mind. The drinks were great (sparkling water!) and I got free CDs.
I am so POSITIVE!
And cheery.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
Let It Be, or not.
I've been thinking about this news where I read that Paul McCartney is going to rerelease Let It Be sans the Phil Spectoring. And I got to thinking that I would just love to do that to parts of my life.
"Teeni's Childhoood"
Now without all those meddling alcoholics.
"Teeni's Mom"
Now without that pesky cancer drama.
"Teeni's Ex-Boyfriends"
Permanently deleted from the archives by a nasty fire.
"Teeni's Personal Relationships"
Now without all those retards.
Brought to you by, the person I could have been but am not for obvious reasons.
I've been thinking about this news where I read that Paul McCartney is going to rerelease Let It Be sans the Phil Spectoring. And I got to thinking that I would just love to do that to parts of my life.
"Teeni's Childhoood"
Now without all those meddling alcoholics.
"Teeni's Mom"
Now without that pesky cancer drama.
"Teeni's Ex-Boyfriends"
Permanently deleted from the archives by a nasty fire.
"Teeni's Personal Relationships"
Now without all those retards.
Brought to you by, the person I could have been but am not for obvious reasons.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
I know I said I wouldn't call anymore.
Yesterday I talked to Jeff at my old store. He's the epitome of the happy-go-lucky guy. He instinctively sees the humor in everyday life and has an infectious way of sharing it. He sent a letter to me at my office. From Neil Diamond. He knows how much I hate Neil Diamond. We talked about all the old crazies that would come in to the store and what they're up to now. We promised to get together soon and catch up.
Good movies. I saw some great movies in the past two weeks or so.
American Splendor - Made me want to live in a tiny apartment for the rest of my life.
Dirty Pretty Things - Made me want to run around London like a fugitive.
Lost in Translation - Made me want to hang around in a Tokyo hotel room in my panties, feeling terribly lonely.
Today I'm going for this look: It's the hues that match.
Jana wrote something on her blog today that I really liked. I tried to comment, but her comments are busted. Sigh.
Yesterday I talked to Jeff at my old store. He's the epitome of the happy-go-lucky guy. He instinctively sees the humor in everyday life and has an infectious way of sharing it. He sent a letter to me at my office. From Neil Diamond. He knows how much I hate Neil Diamond. We talked about all the old crazies that would come in to the store and what they're up to now. We promised to get together soon and catch up.
Good movies. I saw some great movies in the past two weeks or so.
American Splendor - Made me want to live in a tiny apartment for the rest of my life.
Dirty Pretty Things - Made me want to run around London like a fugitive.
Lost in Translation - Made me want to hang around in a Tokyo hotel room in my panties, feeling terribly lonely.
Today I'm going for this look: It's the hues that match.
Jana wrote something on her blog today that I really liked. I tried to comment, but her comments are busted. Sigh.
Monday, September 22, 2003
Weather theory
I have a theory that people most enjoy the weather of the month that they were born in. I love colder weather. Is that because I was born in February? I can't wait until it's cold out. Can't, can't, can't, can't wait. The first day of Autumn is tomorrow. I doubt there'll be much relief, but their never is until mid-October.
But doesn't it still sound miserable to say that today is September 22nd and it will be 100 degrees in Sacramento?
It should.
I have a theory that people most enjoy the weather of the month that they were born in. I love colder weather. Is that because I was born in February? I can't wait until it's cold out. Can't, can't, can't, can't wait. The first day of Autumn is tomorrow. I doubt there'll be much relief, but their never is until mid-October.
But doesn't it still sound miserable to say that today is September 22nd and it will be 100 degrees in Sacramento?
It should.
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