This weekend, in conversation, I had a gentleman ask how old I was (Or was it what year was I born? I have forgotten) and I was obnoxious and said "how old do you think I am?" mainly becuase the other day my 20 year old coworker said she had thought I was 22 or 23. But no! He guessed 26! I was hoping I could get a few more years shaved off. I should be happy that he guessed younger than himself. (Oh, I guess the year in grad school + two years in NJ anecdotes don't really lend themself to just out of college age)
But really, why have I been caring about this? Maybe I better go moisturize my face right now. I used the treadmill today to combat the inevitable slowing metabolism, I'm at that age. Also, I can feel my ovaries drying up too, boo hoo me.
wow, I got a copy of Intro Introspection, 3 1/2 years after hearing it, hooray. Kenny G is my hero. Good time as I am expectiing a visit from someone I first met when I first heard this song. (omg xfm id omg flashback)
My library has the Black Adder box set. I havent seen it in before! Gee maybe I should have taken it out? Maybe next time. I got Shaun of the Dead. Also, ASG, they have old Merchant Ivory films, like Shakespeare Wallah. And Savages! Young Jack McCoy (huh not listed in the Halliwell's guide).
The last thing I took out was Season 2 Sex and the City. Hah more Charlotte identification. Pretty brunette WASP (You don't have vodka in the house? What kind of WASP are you?) with size 7 feet and glasses, i.e. ME ME ME. And there are some other issues too I suppose (The BEF projections urgh although I think I am more conscious that I'm doing it than she is)
Attention Brian!
One of my grade school classmates (which means SHE KNEW ES) was on Law and Order.
OMG THE GUY WHO WROTE THE MUSIC FOR CARRIE AND DON'T LOOK NOW (WHICH I ONLY REALIZED THIS WEEK AFTER LOOKING IT UP BECAUSE THEY SOUNDED ALIKE) WROTE YOU DON"T HAVE TO SAY YOU LOVE ME???
(then again giorgio morodor wrote france gall songs, so i should be surprised by this tidbit?)
I went snooping at work and found corporate stuff so I made photocopies of what my job responibilities and skillz are in corporate junk english style! Guess who updated her resume wheeeee! Well I still have to do the one I print out but I did the online ones! I'm gonna apply to a job Monday and if I can think of a way to namedrop without sounding eurotardingly lame hells yeah! God, why can't I learn to namedrop? I feel so... tacky. (Ha, I think speaking above my normal register is akin to yelling and therefore TACKY)(WASP reserve/guilt you kill me sometimes)
I mean the position that I will be under (arf) require CONTACTS and hello! I know people who know people. Oh how do you do this without feeling like a sleazy creep???
I just discovered Evita has secret 60s girl pop roots YES. I was on the train listening to my Girls in the Garage/RPM Dreambabes megamix, and I thought well gosh THIS sounds familiar, and Andrew Lloyd Webber and Time Rice WEREN't involved in any way, hello plagiarism (is it plagiarism if it's music, I forget!)
I am in a bad place at the moment. I need to work on my changes that need to be made.
Why won't people let me get upset? Why do drama queens let me not indulge it in myself?
I think my cat is dying! Which sucks. So soon after Jerry and OG Rosemary! Boo. Plus, he needs to last until the summer so he can have his bar mitzvah.
I hope eating all that pork this summer didn't kill him.
Anyway today, tonight I found a sleepy cat walking out of.... my closet! He's never been there before. My mother says bad sign, because, you know, he's going off alone TO DIE. Although there is the fact that there are flannel pajamas and sweaters all oer the closet floor, so.
Hmm, my young co-worker has suggested we make mix CDs for work. What would I put on it!!! I'm not entirely sure what I have that would be appropriate for work. Although anything that perevents us from listening to Delilah is a-ok in my book!
So I'm trying to bask in the glorious moment and yell to the tv "YESSSS!!! She got fi- WAIT WHAT??????"
I think some SVU folk could teach her a thing or two about lesbionics, you know. Oh that's right, they're doing guys. WHAT?
Well, at least they had a twist that was actually a twist and not telegraphed trhoughout the epsiode (which, was the firing itself, or course. Although I suppose that could have gone the stroppy hissyfit quitting way.)
I saw De-Lovely. I didn't really like it. Keith Allen as Irving Berlin???* Mick Hucknall as Nelson Eddy. My brane has exploded!! I hate the little making of 'documentaries' on DVDs, so smug and self important.
Other personal news: my poor nympha! Trust the year to end on a dud health wise.
Well, I start the year being able to see my floor, and my bed's made, so that's something.
* I totally thought is was him but my main reaction was, no it can't be! but oh dear.