Friday’s Feast for Friday, May 25, 2006
Name a sound you like to hear.
I can’t say on teh Intarwebz. It wouldn’t be classy.
What is your favorite kind of cheese?
I really like mozzarella, because of its smooth texture and mellow flavor, but I also love gorgonzola because of the rich flavor.
Do you sleep late on Saturday mornings? Why or why not?
It depends on if I’m working, really. Usually, I wake up the same as every other day.
When was the last time you forgot something? What was it, and how long did it take to remember it?
Let me put it this way, if I can remember anything for the long-haul, please, consider it a miracle.
Fill in the blank: I notice ____________ when _____________.
I notice facial structure when I check out men.
I wonder what you say to someone you met on the internet when your first date with them doesn’t go as well as you hoped?
“Wow, you were a lot hotter on your blog.”
Just a musing.
I apparently have a virus on my computer that has eaten my ability to get on the internet. So now I’m using my brother’s laptop until I get the damn thing fixed. Every time I ran the virus software, it was telling me, “You have to run the virus killer during the boot so that it can’t get established. How about a go?” So I’m like, “Sure, I think that’s an excellent plan.” And then the fucking thing laughs in my face: “Can’t do that: I don’t have the license to.”
So, I don’t know what’s going on with that. I can get on my computer, but I can’t get on the internet. I’m crossing my fingers, hoping that I won’t suddenly lose the ability to even turn the computer on. Wish me luck.
I’m thinking about buying this laptop from my brother. I have been dying for a mobile device, and this is as good as any, and will cost me about the same as the Dell Axim I’ve been looking at.
Hopefully, I won’t have to buy it because my desktop is a brick. In which case, I’ll have to buy a new desktop, or this laptop.
Life’s kind of a bitch like that.
I go out for smoke breaks with Security Steve, a lot. He and I have struck up a kind of odd relationship that is vaguely personal, but distant at the same time. Like, talking about some personal stuff, but he won’t hang out with the group when we go out.
Anyway, so he and I go on our smoke breaks, and I’m always trying to be to cool for school. So, I ask him if he wants a piece of gum, and he says sure. I’m digging around in my bag, looking for the tub-o-gum that I bought (because I apparently have more than one vice), and I finally find it, and I pull it out in a great flourish for him —
By the wrong end.
To my horror, and Security Steve’s great amusement, about 15 pieces of gum erupt from the end of the tub that caught on the edge of my purse and rains down onto the cement, the grass, our shoes. Security Steve is laughing and I’m trying to play it off like, “Hey, I’m too cool for gum, that stuff on the ground’s just residual.” Inside: I’m dying of embarrassment.
So of course, Security Steve’s like, “Thanks for the gum, if I need another piece, I’ll come out and dig through the grass for it.”
Friday’s Feast for Friday, May 18, 2007
List 3 emotions you experienced this week.
Name a car you’d love to have.
A Lexus. I bought the Coach purse I always wanted, now I’m gunning for a Lexus.
Describe your typical morning routine.
Wake up, watch a little bit of The Practice, take a shower, fix my hair, do my makeup, put on clothes.
Have you ever emailed someone famous? If so, who, and what did you say to them? Did they reply?
I never emailed anyone famous, but oh my God, I did once write Dean Cain’s fan club and got a stock autographed photo back. I’m surprised any guy slept with me after that, I was that fucking lame.
Do you listen to podcasts? If so, which ones?
Fresh Air with Terri Gross on NPR. Again, really surprised that any guy slept with me.