“So what am I so afraid of…”
I should NOT be writing; I have no earthly business writing right now, there’s so much to do. Money stuff. Stupid bloody banking stuff that involves transferring money from savings into checking and from there into other people’s pockets. But I feel strangely pulled into this black hole of blogdom and can’t seem to escape. I’m pretty sure what’s happening is that I’m escaping INTO it, but we’ll just go ahead and pretend I didn’t say that.
@ I’m not going to mention my current obsession.
@ Yesterday, between episodes at certain, specific times of the day, I did a buttload of housework, so everything looks pretty nifty. I hung a mirrored, ribbony thing from the ceiling in front of the kitchen window, and it looks cool, and a kitschy “coffee” sign above the toaster oven. It also looks cool. Awhile back, I bought new contact paper for the counters (okay, we live in an extremely old house - charming, but - and the countertops are plywood covered with contact paper. Veeery classy, and yet, because we’re renting we’re not about to exchange them for any cheapass marble, or some such.
(Please hear me dripping sarcasm right about now.)
I might go ahead and recover those today. I also cleaned the fishtank, which had become more “Black Lagoon” than “Finding Nemo”, and my fish actually sang to me. I heard them. I swept. I laundered. I wiped (ahem). I’m feeling decoraty now, which means a trip later to Big Lots for Pier 1 Import knock-offs. Yay! The one blot in my day is that, because I farted around and waited until the last possible second to pay rent, I have to drop the money with our landlady. She’s psychotic, and I’m pretty sure I’m not kidding.
To think, back in Oregon, we used to own a house. Well, and before that, another one. I thought people were supposed to move UP in the world. Will somebody please tell me how I got into backward land? No, you don’t have to, unless you want to make up something funny, which is always appreciated. I know perfectly well how I got into backward land, and someday I’ll tell you the sordid tale. It involves sex and intrigue, violence and ritual abuse. You’ll like it.
@ I’m ready to quit guitar lessons because I can’t play like Jimi Hendrix. I also can’t even play like David Cassidy, who I’m pretty sure, was simply poking blindly at odd strings while singing “I Think I Love You.” Wait. He just sang didn’t he? Am I thinking of Danny Bonaduce? Have you seen him lately? Man, I’m old.
Time to toss on some makeup, a few articles of clothing, some shoes and a watch, and head out into the sunshiny day. I’ve been thinking a few deep thoughts that I want to share, but I’m a little hyper and need to calm down first. They say sunshine helps. We’ll see if they’re right. Kiss you today, friends. xo
February 28th, 2006 11:46
Yeah - maybe your hyper-ness will counter my bluesy-ness. It’s sunny here too, but not really helping!
February 28th, 2006 12:17
I’m glad to share some with you. You want that with fries? (I hope you perk up soon, Karedy gal.) xo
February 28th, 2006 12:40
Sunshine always helps me. And shopping…hopefully you come upon amazing finds at Big-Lots!
February 28th, 2006 13:51
Anne, I don’t think I’m going to make it to Big Lots today. Dang. But soon… I’ve been enjoying the sunshine, nonetheless. Now I need to go face dragon psycho lady. She’s not a dragon, really - she’s just really messed up and needs to talk for hours about it. Which Scott lets her do, but which I don’t. It’ll be okay. Sunshine sunshine sunshine… sigh. xo
February 28th, 2006 13:59
What is it with landladys? We had some freaky ones in our day - including the one who already knew I was pregnant when I told her. Freaky thing is, she lived next door - so how did she know??? I don’t want to know. She was the type who watched us out of her little curtained windows. Not a lot of privacy there…
Want to have lunch today? I know a great little place… if only…
February 28th, 2006 16:15
Cath, you had a Mrs. Kravitz. Why are certain people drawn to buying houses and renting them out? Why can’t they be sweet ol’ peoples like, um, oh heck. Why can’t we just own our own house? We’re working on it.
I hit Ebenezers and Goodwill today and bagged some good, name-brand stuff; as well as a couple decoraty items that are really cool. And some books. And an Old Navy lined denim jacket that’s only LAST year, if you can believe it. It’s awesome. Ditto on an unsalted-butter-colored, soft-brushed denim jacket. I felt like a creamsicle wearing it today; it’s beautiful. I LOVE finding bargains. I figure, since I’ll never EVER be in the same sphere as the Hiltons and the Trumps, who the hell cares?
Fajitas sound good. You likey der Mexican? I could do with a friend chat today. Plus, I’m STARVED.
xo
February 28th, 2006 16:39
Good for you for cleaning! The other day Charles looked in the tub and said, “geez. This is dirty.” I know, I know. But it’s much more important to read a Barbara Kingsolver novel. He needs to get his priorities straight.
If it’s any consolation, my parents have been married longer than you guys and have never yet owned a home. Nor Charles parents, either, come to think of it. Maybe one day we will. But for now. It’s rent, rent, rent.
February 28th, 2006 17:24
Thank goodness the jacket isn’t a salted butter color - that would just be yucky. But unsalted butter? I’ll bet it looks divine with your hair.
February 28th, 2006 18:37
Sunshine is good. Was pretty sunny here today. But cold. And it snowed!
Was out at lunch when it started. I love the snow. Course it didn’t stick, and was mostly rain, but you gotta make the most of these things, so SNOW! W00t!!!
February 28th, 2006 20:58
Jenn, so why didn’t he clean the tub? I figure Ruth Ann does enough cooking and sewing that I can at least clean the bathroom once a week. Oh well Kell at least you have a least owned a house. Ruth and I have been married almost as long as you and have never owned a house. If you talk to your brother would you tell him I miss him and would like to talk to him. Thanks
February 28th, 2006 22:35
Jenns, BK ALWAYS takes precedence over cleaning, as does any other author in the entire universal world, including James Michener. I am glad I got to it, though. Especially because Teeny Weeny Jeanie ended up coming over for dinner and The Station Agent. James was here, too. We had a cozy little party happening, and the house didn’t suck. A-mazing.
Did you hear Roddy chastizing Chaz? heehee.
I hate throwing money away on rent, but even more than that, I love the feeling of having a house that I don’t have to fear will be yanked away from us. I’ve invested a lot of sweat & emotional equity into this one, and it would be so much nicer if I knew I’d never have to leave it. Ah well. We leave it ALL eventually, anyway. I try to remember that so I don’t get my panties bunched. I would so like a tiny little house someday. xo
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Cath, never mock me again.
It does look divine with the burgundy hair, I must admit. Actually, tonight Jean and I determined that I must be a spring/autumn, because when she saw me she was immediately bowled over by my luminous beauty. Rather like Julianne Moore; you know, THAT kind of beauty. I try to stay humble, but it’s hard. Anyway, I was wearing copious amounts of orange, including lippage, and we figured that must be it. Obviously, I need to wear orange while stalking M. Byrne from now on. What color would C. Plummer like? xo
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Fency, we had ONE stinkin’ snow this year. ONE! So unfair. However, today I swear it was about 70 degrees and it felt like heaven. I’m ready for spring, I guess, despite our relative snowlessness. I’m glad you got a smidge of snow, anyway. Definitely worth celebrating. xo
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Roddy, you’re such a… okay, I was going to use a Xanderism and say “man-bitch” but decided against it. Except obviously I said it anyway. You’ve seen Buffy haven’t you? I also said I wasn’t going to mention my current obsession, didn’t I? Boy, I’m just breaking promises right and left. And you’re not a man-bitch, or a boy-toy. You’re a Real Man, and don’t you forget it. I wish somebody would clean the bathtub for me. It’s one of the worst jobs in the world.
I never talk to Danny, and I’m not kidding. Not because we don’t like each other or anything, but… but.. I don’t know. I haven’t even talked, or written, to Sherrie in forever. But if by some slim chance I do end up talking to either of them, I’ll give them your message. Honestly, you’d probably have a better chance using the phone book. I’m not being sarcastic, either. Good luck.
xo
March 1st, 2006 01:02
C. Plummer I’m sure is extremely fond on nun’s habits. Although in that last terrible movie he seemed to like PWT women with big hats and stretch pants.
March 1st, 2006 04:52
Jeez, you total spendthrift. TWO jackets in one day??? I am soooo jealous. But I think you deserve it as you have been so industrious of late. And because you said “bloody”. Enjoy the sunshine!
March 1st, 2006 04:53
PS You are the only American I “know”. Do ya reckon it’s worth going with my good Dr to Atlanta? Or do you have no bloody idea?
March 1st, 2006 08:02
Cath, PWT? Post War Trama? Party Without Trepidation? Pee Wun’s Trousers? Are you referring to Must Love Dogs?, because isn’t that his latest movie? He sure had the women flocking, didn’t he? Were you jealioso? I’ll BUY you some stretch pants, girl. I’m pretty sure I could find some at Goodwill, like, in the $.25 bin. If you want pill-less, though, I’ll have to hike it up to $.50. xo
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Clare de loon, I’m the only American you know? I am SO SORRY. Please don’t judge the rest of my kind by me, because you’d end up sorely mistaken. The rest of us are money-hungry, ambitious, arrogant, war-mongering, backstabbing, bloody bastards.
(JK, my fellow Americans. You KNOW I’m kidding. PUT that gun down and give me some money!)
Okay, Clare, let me just say that you couldn’t go wrong in Atlanta. Georgia is a beautiful state, and Atlanta’s great. Heather Anne lives there! The people are tres friendly, but if you go in the summer, prepare to wear only your underwear because you’re going to melt into a puddle. I’m just warning you. Not only is it sweltering, it’s humid. In the summer, in the south, when you step outside and out of the air conditioning, it’s like getting slapped in the body with a hot, wet towel. But springtime is perfect.
Also, I think I should tell you that Ebenezer’s and Goodwill are secondhand shops, and I got these incredible coats (I even showed Jean, who loved them, and she’s like a fashion god) for $2.50 EACH. What a spendthrift I am! Shame! ha. You can be jealous of how little money I spent to look so good.
xo
March 1st, 2006 08:24
Spendthrift AND vain, oh maaaan. But you do have such great hair and so yes, I am jealous x
March 1st, 2006 08:39
It is very very sunny here. Tomorrow, I intend to compete with the sunny sun’s sunniness. I too shall dress up bright and early and float into my 8:30am lecture.
Oh, I don’t have a yellow dress*. Do you Kelly?
*DRESS?! Jeans and top with runners/thongs is more like it. Want to go shopping Kelly? Although I am broke. Luckily mum stocked us up on veggies and juice before she left.
March 1st, 2006 08:57
Rod, that would be nice of him. However, our division of labor isn’t exactly even right now and so I think it would be extremely unfair for me to “make” or “let” him clean the bathroom. See, he works full time, and I work two days a week (And next Monday is my last day), so it would be wrong of me. Besides, he does plenty of other things for me too.
Kelly, I have to have stern talks with myself about letting books get in the way of work. You see, I could “wile away they hours, conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain” or with books and blogs at any rate. I’m sure you know. So I try to break it up and give my self snatches of book throughout the day with plenty of work in between. But let’s just face it, I’m lazy.
March 1st, 2006 09:36
Clare, I only pretend to be vain to hide my raging insecurities. It works sometimes, too. Besides, you wouldn’t want my hair, really. It’s like straw and takes conditioner with mayonnaise-like properties to get it even manageable. The color comes in a box! That’s easily attainable! You, too, can have burgundy hair!
I have a feeling you’re going to get boobs before me, though. Brat. xo
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Aakanks, I just left a comment on your site! We’re so psychically connected that way! Actually, I forgot to ask you, over there, why you weren’t talking to me over here, so it’s nice I don’t have to bring that up. Except I just did.
I own exactly two dresses: one for funerals and other somberish occasions, and another for weddings. I have a couple skirts - including an awesome brown leather one - which I can’t wear until I get those $200 harness boots I’m saving for, because I have no shoes to wear with them. I just don’t go anywhere that requires dressing up anymore. That’s kind of sad; I always feel good when I put a little effort in, but I don’t have the self-discipline to do it if I don’t absolutely have to. Jeans jeans jeans, that’sa what I wear.
I forgot to check out your shopping link before I wrote this, but I will. I need veggies. Think your mom will take care of me, too? That would be nice. Put a good word in, okay? xo
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Jenns, yeah, I get the division of labor thing. It’s a fine line that MUST be established by all parties in order to avoid festering resentments. It CAN work, though, can’t it?
I think we need to redefine laziness, don’t you? If your mind is working, are you TRULY being lazy? What if your priorities are just different from someone else’s? Who said that cleanliness is next to godliness? Benjamin FRANKLIN or something? (Oh, maybe he did. Yeah well, he probably had a slave.) (Did he?)
It helps me to “reward” myself with fun breaks. Like doing the dishes, then watching Buffy (or reading, whatever); practicing guitar, Buffy; fold laundry, Buffy… That works great, actually. Like what you were saying.
What was your quote? Emily Dickinson? It sounds a little like her… xo
March 1st, 2006 09:44
#Fence!
March 1st, 2006 09:46
Fence, did I get your attention? I am peeing my pants over that link you gave me in my last post, which I JUST saw! I’m going to have a blast going through the site. Thankee, pal! No quitting fer me! I’ve got goals!
xo
March 1st, 2006 09:51
What? did someone call me? Who’s whispering my name? (I almost commited the sin of using whose instead of who is. Luckily I spotted it, and after some serious penitance was able to correct the error)
I’m a bit jealous over you buying two jackets for 2.50. Cause in euros that’s even less. But it is probably for the best that I never see prices like that. I’m an impulse purchaser and cannot be stopped. Except by expensive price tags. Although it didn’t work when I saw my coat, cause although the tag said 149 I said screw you bank account, I want that coat.
Which was nice, cause it is a bit on the chilly side today and it kept me lovely and warm.
See what you get for attracting attention. A huge long rambling comment that could have been a post all on its own.
March 1st, 2006 09:57
I’ve just now read your second post. Got distracted in the middle of typing my response to your bellowing my name
Work you know.
Anyways, glad you enjoyed. I look forward to hearing your first album
March 1st, 2006 09:57
PWT = poor white trash
March 1st, 2006 10:04
And yes, I was referring to Must Love Dogs, which has to be one of the worst movies made in ten years. I mean, come on!, I usually love John Cusack, but he totally sold out on that awful flick.
March 1st, 2006 10:19
Fence, I’m giggling at the thought of you just sweetly relishing my attention, which of COURSE I’m happy to give you for no reason at all! But this time, yes, I wanted to thank you for a very fun link. And if you look veeery closely on the back of my first CD, you’ll see your blog name in a box, just like it is above. Won’t that be fun? And perplexing to my minions?
I’m a coat ADDICT. I can’t pass them up. I have a whole bar in the garage dedicated to them, because I’ve run out of room in my house. It’s pathetic. I usually try to avoid “real” stores because I’m also an impulse buyer, unless I’m looking for something specific. Say, the boots I want, which are expensive. But I figure it’s better, if you can afford it, to get exactly what you want (like, your coat) and be ecstatic with it, than cast about looking for satisfaction in the purchase of many inferior ones. It’s like sleeping around with a bunch of whomevers (I almost said, “whoever”) because you’re too impatient to wait for Mr. Right. Well, it’s kind of like that.
You can ramble all you want. I’m in a rambly mood today. xo
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Cath, OOOHHHH. I wasn’t even close, was I? Oh, that was the WORST movie; I just hated it. It had so many promising elements, too - just a piss-poor script. Are you having a better day? Less funkadelic? xo
March 1st, 2006 10:24
Must Love Dogs is that the one with the radio show wan* and a dog on rollar skates?
That is all I remember about it, if it is. But maybe it isn’t. I could IMDb it, but laziness has be in her thrall, so I won’t.
*wan - Irishism for one, aka a member of the female gender
March 1st, 2006 10:40
Fencer, Um, no, I think you’re thinking of The Difference Between Cats & Dogs, with Janeane Garafalalafalao. Whom I LOVE. And I’m sure that’s not the title, but it’s something like that. With the huge masturbation/phone scene? That one? Uma Thurman? That one? I didn’t love it.
I’m going to start incorporating Irish into my daily conversations, even if I have to make up the bulk of it. I already speak fluent made-up Spanish. xo
March 1st, 2006 11:25
No that’s The Truth about Cats and Dogs. You silly peoples. Must love dogs is the one with John Cusack.
And I didn’t even check imdb.
March 1st, 2006 12:25
Nines, your brain is just so much bigger than ours; we have to face that fact sometime. I just wish it wasn’t over two stupid movies. MAN. Why couldn’t we have been wondering about, say, nuclear fission? xo
March 1st, 2006 12:41
And they say the Irish are thick???? Silly them.
March 1st, 2006 12:54
My quotation is actually the lyrics of the Scarecrow’s song, If I Only had a Brain from The Wizard of Oz. My mom has the sheet music to the whole sound track and we used to sing the songs while she played the piano.
Oh, and rewarding good behavior with books and such is always lovely. I’m doing it right now. Lunch and blogs and then back to work!
I’m not sure if Ben Franklin had a slave, but I’d bet my bottom dollar (cuz it’s the only dollar I have) that he did. But we shouldn’t listen to him anyway, since he said, “early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise” and we all know that staying up late is SOOO much fun. Oh, but he also said that “fish and guest start to stink after three days” which is true, so maybe I should give him a little credit.
March 1st, 2006 14:16
But I have been talking to you here!
I don’t have to put a good word in for you. She likes you already.
The brown skirt sounds great!! The boots sound sensational. I have about 10 different types of boots I want to buy NOW. Uh, I mean one fine day.
March 1st, 2006 15:47
Ah, they both have animals in the title. That makes them the same film.
Maybe not. Don’t think I’ve seen d’other one. The non rollar-skating dog one that is.
March 1st, 2006 16:02
Are you sure you arent nesting??? That behaviour sounds like my Moday, I chucked out 3 binbags or crap and 2 bags to the red cross shop.
I agree with Clare btw, your hair fab and Ive always said so.
Hope the sunshine cleared your head, we had snow here, no school and I have influenza B or some such debilating virus that I havent got time to have.
xxxxxx
March 1st, 2006 16:07
Clare, WHO says that? That honestly shocks me, because every single truly Irish person I’ve come across bloggily (not American/Irish wannabes) is unbelievably intelligent. I’m not saying that just because I want an invite, or more CDs either.
Um, what do they say about Americans? WAIT. I don’t wanna know.
xo
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Jenns, you’re only adding to my Norman Rockwell impression of your family when you tell me you stood around singing numbers from musicals while your mom played the piano. I mean, C’MON!!!!! (You know I’m kidding; I’m well aware you’re totally screwed up like the rest of us. Don’t worry.)
What was it with Old Ben and those proverbs, anyway? I’ll bet he was a real bore at parties.
xo
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Aakanks, does your mom read my blog?, because I have about a fragillion visitors from India, and you’re the only one I know from there, and you’re not even WRITING from there!! If she does, then of course I love her, too.
No, I love her because she raised such a groovy chickybaby daughter.
I have been thinking about those boots ALL DAY. ARGHH!! xo
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Fence, wouldn’t it be nice if all movies with animals in the title were the same film, so it’d be easier to avoid? I can’t think of one that was worthy, at least not off the top of my head.
(*whispering so as not to disturb non-Buffy fans…… I’m suddenly loving Tara, inexplicably. Weird, huh? OUT of the blue. Not the closet, just the blue, so don’t worry about Scott.
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Avoid Must Love Dogs at all costs, I beg you. You might sustain damage, and that would never do. xo
March 1st, 2006 16:11
Kells, I’m so sorry you’re sick, on top of being pregnant - that’s AWFUL.
Ha, when I read your first sentence, and saw the word “nesting” I immediately went to you being pregnant, then saw that you’d chucked some bags of stuff. My mind association button was pushed, and I translated that into you throwing up profusely. When all the time you meant just getting rid of things. Sigh. Sometimes I hate that stupid mind association button.
I think of it more as springish cleaning. The trees are budding here, and it’s about 75 degrees. It’s unbelievable. I have all the windows open. Don’t be mad.
(Get better soon.) xo
March 1st, 2006 16:13
How’s this for un-Rockwellian? My dad NEVER participated. He always sat in the living room reading a book and totally ignoring us, or telling us to pipe down. He could be a total bore, like our dear friend Ben Franklin.
Oh and I forgot to say, you’ll never get to be like Jimi Hendrix unless you practice, practice, practice. I know you know that. But I thought I’d through another annoying saying at you. “Practice makes perfect”
I’ll sign off with, “Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”
March 1st, 2006 16:29
Jenns, don’t make me come over there and slap you silly. I believe the phrase, “slap you silly” is also attributed to Franklin, only it ACTUALLY originated with his wife. I know this for a fact.
Sigh. I practiced for a couple minutes earlier, until I (literally, honestly) pushed some nerve in my ring finger to the very bone and screamed so loud the dogs started howling. And they’re outside. Owie. I’ll try try again, though.
When you typed the rainbow song, did you sing it to get the words right? I know you did…
xo
March 1st, 2006 16:36
Kelly, I just wanna know who “they” are!!
March 1st, 2006 17:09
I typed it first and the wondered if I had it in the right order so I sang it aloud. There’s a part about “birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can’t I?” that I can’t seem to get all of.
March 1st, 2006 17:19
don’t quit your guitar lessons, playing with your teeth is overrated.
March 1st, 2006 17:44
Glad you are liking Tara. I think she’s just so sweet. I was a bit doubtful about the whole “ooh look, Willow’s gay” storyline when I heard about it first. But, you know, trust in Joss. He more than pulls it off. As Nathan says, Joss is Boss.
March 1st, 2006 22:34
Wow! I didn’t know I was like a fashion god.
That’s pretty awesome. I will have to ponder the significance of that.
March 1st, 2006 22:43
Um, I’m not sure whether she reads your blog. I’ll ask her. She definitely reads all the comments on my blog though
Groovy? You just made my day!
*twirls* to The Puppy Song from the soundtrack of You’ve Got Mail
March 2nd, 2006 00:13
Yeah, Clare, I’ll get on all fours behind them, and you push them over. That’ll show em.
xo
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Jenns, I KNEW you sang it. Because I would have had to, as well. Because when I’m alphabetizing items, I have to sing the alphabet song. I understand about things like that. xo
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Fence, I’m writing you an email. I just finished season 6 and I NEED to unload. I’m about to explode. xo
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Jeans, remember last night when we were talking about how Jesus said, “You are as gods,” or “you are gods” or “Jean is a fashion god” or something like that?? Remember? Well, I was just sharing with the rest of the class.
You are CUTE as a bug’s ear. And if any guys are reading right now, sexy as all get out. SEXY, guys. xo
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Hey Groovy. Well, then, WHO are all those Indian people reading? Could you find out for me? Make a few calls? I wish all these people would talk to me. Sigh.
I’m glad you do, though. Really glad!
xo
March 2nd, 2006 00:57
If I knew them, I’d ask them to. I have a total of 2 hits from India everyday. One of them is the family, the other, a lady from Bangalore.
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Dear Indian Kelly Well Readers,
Please, don’t feel shy. Come out and give the beautiful Kelle Belle a cheerful “Hi!”. Let us leave lurking to the evil ones.
Warm Regards,
Aakanksha
(Kelly Friend)
March 2nd, 2006 06:10
Got the email Kelly, and have replied. But my connection is a piece of crap at the moment, so while gmail says it has gone (ont he second attempt) I’m not sure if I believe it. Let me know if you don’t get it.
March 2nd, 2006 08:25
Um?
March 2nd, 2006 08:25
#50!
March 2nd, 2006 08:29
Aakanks, thank you for putting the word out. They HAVE to listen to you!!
Of course, I always think of you when I see Indian anything, but the other day I saw the preview for Bride & Prejudice, and was reminded that I wanted to see it! Is that Naveen Andrews? Do you know who I’m talking about? Sayid in Lost? I think he’s dreamy.
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Fence, I JUST read it. Aaaahhh, I needed to decompress so badly, and it was wonderful that you were there, and that you answered so quickly! Last night, with one disc of season 6 left, at 8:45p, I rushed out to the car to drive to the video store before it closed at 9p, and got halfway down our road before I thought, What am I doing??? I can get season 7 tomorrow, like a normal, unrabid person!! As it was, I stayed up until after midnight finishing 6. Aaahh, shared obsession: ain’t nuthin sweeter.
I persist in loving Spike, but am looking forward to getting to know this Doyle person you mentioned.
xo
March 2nd, 2006 08:31
Xenaaka, you slipped that in there, you wily critter. You win yet ANOTHER non-prize!!! Yay for you!!!
xo
March 2nd, 2006 08:41
Who wants to be normal?
Did you ever watch Roseanne? The actor who played Doyle was in that, Glen Quinn, he played Becky’s husband.
March 2nd, 2006 09:36
Whew, I’m so glad you said that, because I really don’t. Really, really do NOT mind being abnormal. Haha!
I used to watch Roseanne in the beginning, but lost interest after a couple years. I don’t remember Becky’s husband, but I’m going to Imdb the actor and see if he rings a bell. I feel happy AND stressed today, all wrapped into one burgeoning ball o’ big laughs. DEFINITELY not your “normal” frame of mind. Or maybe it is. I don’t know!
xo
March 2nd, 2006 11:37
Don’t IMDB him! DON’T. You’ll understand in a few seasons…
March 2nd, 2006 15:52
Nines, TOO DAMN LATE!! I found out he died of a drug overdose, but I’m not sure that’s what you’re talking about… Or maybe it is. Crapadoo. He was awful cute, too. Sigh. I’m sure some worthy woman would have made him happy, and saved him from killing himself like that. (I know, that’s a crock, but we can pretend.) Are you always trying to set D up, like I do Jean? Well, not set UP, necessarily - I’m just always on the lookout. That. Are you? xo
March 2nd, 2006 15:59
Funny that, your mentioning Bride and Prejudice for just yesterday, I put a link in a reply-comment to Jenn’s comment to one of my posts.
My mum told me the movie was crap, so I didn’t watch it (I like Aishwarya Rai’s movies). I just checked the cast of the movie, yes, Naveen Andrews stars in it.
Spike is my favourite character in Buffy. I miss him. Why can’t I come across a vampire like that? Bah Humbug!
March 2nd, 2006 16:00
Now I want to watch Buffy, right NOW, just for Spike. Spike. Spike.
March 2nd, 2006 16:05
now, I’m taking this too far:
March 2nd, 2006 16:05
#60!
March 2nd, 2006 16:07
Sigh. Spiiiiike… Spiiiike!! I’m with you, bra; he’s awesome. I mean, he can look so dweeby, can’t he? and then so impossible COOL. Do you like bad men, Aaks? *whispering…(me too.) xo
March 2nd, 2006 16:08
Okay, wait, though. Only if they also have a soul, and/or a chip. xo
March 3rd, 2006 12:43
I’m sorry you read that. Now you know he will have to leave Angel at some stage. Aw.
It was such a shame. He had so much going for him.
March 3rd, 2006 12:46
Am totally always looking out for men for Fence. How did you know that? My big fear is that she would be with someone I’d hate and it would damage us!!!
I don’t mind her not going out with fellas because I imagine her finding the perfect man and don’t want her wasting time with assholes! But my last attempt to semi-set her up was a total feckin disaster so I’m leaving it to nature from now on. Until next time anyway…
March 3rd, 2006 13:07
Nines, Doyle looks like a cross between 1)what I imagine Gabriel Byrne’s younger brother would look like 2) this Scottish/Irish actor named David O’Hara (whom I love) and 3) one of my high school boyfriends. Plus, he’s really funny. I like him. I wish he was alive.
I knew that about Fence because I do that with Jean ALL the time. I ALSO don’t want her to hook up with someone I hate, but I don’t think she would. We have somewhat similar taste in men, although she prefers classy, whereas I prefer, ahem, a little badass. Plus, tattoos. She would NEVER go for tattoos. EVER. She’s pretty cautious, thank God - she endured a 20-yr marriage from hellmouth and doesn’t want to go through something like that again. She’s all about fun now…She’s great. You’d love her.
xo
December 9th, 2006 18:24
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