8:58 a.m. Friday, August 3, 2001

i think you should have picked Entertainment Weekly

Shawn Colvin was very funny the other night; between songs, she was talking about travelling, and admitted to reading People. hey, we all do it. she joked that the biggest choice is always between People and Us. i'm right there with her.

8:56 a.m. Friday, August 3, 2001

waiter? half caf double capp with a twist.

you know, when your midnight snack is paté and a hand crafted Spanish farmers cheese on table water crackers, something is just... not right. where are the Cheetos? ;)

12:56 a.m. Friday, August 3, 2001

am not!

me: 'i'm not girly!' *protesting*

him: *sidelong glance* 'cocoa butter, deep sea kelp conditioner, firming lotion...'

me: 'fine. fine! okay, fine! i'm girly.' *pouts and restrains urge to stamp feet*

12:54 a.m. Friday, August 3, 2001

um, ick.

one of the shift managers walked up to me the other night, asked 'is my tongue still green?' and stuck his tongue out. *brtff* eww. yes. i turned to Tally after that and said 'was that a 5 year old moment?' 'more like 3 and a half.' 'nuff said.

11:04 a.m. Thursday, August 2, 2001

grrr.

why is it that boys can't figure out that if i want to go out for a beer with them after work, it's because i feel like being one of the boys? damn wankers.

8:35 p.m. Tuesday, July 31, 2001

yeah, baby!

whoo hoo! daubach just put the Sox on the board against the Angels with a homer hit out into the net. yay! and Nomar is back, as is Saberhagen... okay, okay. say it's a foolish optimism. i *still* think that the boys have a good shot this year. and i'm ridiculously happy to have tickets for the home game on my birthday. whee!

8:18 p.m. Tuesday, July 31, 2001

oh, i can't *even* tell you...

how amusing and disturbing all at once it is that Trey has redone his site... and titled it 'Who's Your Daddy?'. that phrase has come up just one time too many in my life these days. :)

4:12 p.m. Monday, July 30, 2001

courtesy of Wind in the Willows

Believe me my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing around in boats. - Kenneth Grahame

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