Crazy Labor Day weekend
Sep. 5th, 2004 07:58 pmWhee! Three days! I was kee-razy, yo. Let's see. I did laundry, and I unpacked more and I grocery shopped and, um, did I mention the unpacking? OH! I weeded out my video tapes and have a bunch I want to get rid of. Ummmmmm, I went through pictures and realized that I wasn't a fat cow in high school but was not looking my best when I went to Grand Cayman a few years back. Grrr. I was tan, though, which I am decidedly not now.
1) I need Taye Diggs to meet me, fall in love with me, and spend the rest of his life catering to my every need and desire. Jebus that is an attractive man.
And - AND - he is in a new show with a little baby girl! My loins and uterus throb. Kevin Hill on UPN. Tune in to ogle the pretty.
2) This morning, whilst (heh, I love that word) unpacking, finally just sucked it up and took the laundry basket and rug that had been taking up space in my apartment down to the curb for the trash on Tuesday. This evening? They're gone. I love Brooklyn. It's like a giant swap meet.
3) The birds left, then came back, then left, then one came back. I can only assume they were doing recon, concluded I wasn't a threat and decided they only needed one guy on me. Tomorrow, I buy blinds.
**random aside: Have you ever noticed how many pigeons in NYC are deformed, the especially in the leg and foot area? I think its inbreeding. Or possibly fact that they live in NYC. I don't feel bad for them, though. They are all so fat they are like little walking, deformed footballs.**
4) Informed my sister today that if she were ever to achieve superstardom, then I was going to ride her coattails to claim my own fame. Probably only to the point of Daniel Baldwin, but if I'm lucky Stephen and if I'm really lucky, Billy. Ahh, Billy Baldwin. You were so hot in Flatliners.
My sister promptly informed me that she expected nothing less, would totally reciprocate and should be aware that it would probably be closer to notoriety than fame. I let her know that I had no problems being Victoria to her John Gotti, if that's what it took.
5) Conversation with friend, H, had yesterday while getting a pedicure:
AC: I’m thinking of getting kittens.
H: Kittens?
AC: Yes. My lease says I can have one cat, but I figure two kittens equal one cat.
H: . . .
AC: I already have the names picked out.
H: Spike and Buffy?
AC: Don't be silly. What am I, some obsessed fangirl?
*pause*
AC: They'd be Pigwidgeon and Crookshanks.
H: Loser.
AC: Besides, I would only name a cat Spike if he was predominately black with a big white patch on the top of his head.
6) Finished Valley of the Dolls. Faboo.
7) For the first time in years there is no Wheadon show in EW's Fall TV preview. I was doing laundry yesterday and it hit me: No new Buffyverse. It's over. Yes, there was a pang. I was thinking of boycotting the issue out of protest for my Dead Gay Show, but then I realized that 1) it wouldn't actually solve anything and 2) I would be supremely bored for an hour and a half at the Laundromat without reading my mag. So I read it. But under great duress.
I have picked out my Wednesday schedule (I feel that I am mostly adjusted to my sad, lonely Tuesday):
8:00 Lost
9:00 Kevin Hill (did I mention Taye Diggs with a baby?)
10: CSI: NY
I'm like the two year old with separation anxiety right before she is left with a babysitter. Distract, distract, distract and by the time the kid realizes her parents are gone there might be a few token tears, but mostly she's okay.
Here's hopin'.
8) Roomie is moving in some of her stuff tomorrow. Hence the mad unpacking. Now I just have to get the rest of my crap out of her room. Heh. I'll do it in the morning. It's not too, too much. Just some clothes. And shoes. And hangers. And maybe a clock. And the rest of my laundry that is air drying (I wisely removed my unmentionables this evening just in case I forgot about them tomorrow. That'd be embarrassing).
9) Am possibly getting a cold. *grumbles*
That's all. I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend and that all in Florida are braving the storm like a mutha. Kick Frances's ass, yo!
1) I need Taye Diggs to meet me, fall in love with me, and spend the rest of his life catering to my every need and desire. Jebus that is an attractive man.
And - AND - he is in a new show with a little baby girl! My loins and uterus throb. Kevin Hill on UPN. Tune in to ogle the pretty.
2) This morning, whilst (heh, I love that word) unpacking, finally just sucked it up and took the laundry basket and rug that had been taking up space in my apartment down to the curb for the trash on Tuesday. This evening? They're gone. I love Brooklyn. It's like a giant swap meet.
3) The birds left, then came back, then left, then one came back. I can only assume they were doing recon, concluded I wasn't a threat and decided they only needed one guy on me. Tomorrow, I buy blinds.
**random aside: Have you ever noticed how many pigeons in NYC are deformed, the especially in the leg and foot area? I think its inbreeding. Or possibly fact that they live in NYC. I don't feel bad for them, though. They are all so fat they are like little walking, deformed footballs.**
4) Informed my sister today that if she were ever to achieve superstardom, then I was going to ride her coattails to claim my own fame. Probably only to the point of Daniel Baldwin, but if I'm lucky Stephen and if I'm really lucky, Billy. Ahh, Billy Baldwin. You were so hot in Flatliners.
My sister promptly informed me that she expected nothing less, would totally reciprocate and should be aware that it would probably be closer to notoriety than fame. I let her know that I had no problems being Victoria to her John Gotti, if that's what it took.
5) Conversation with friend, H, had yesterday while getting a pedicure:
AC: I’m thinking of getting kittens.
H: Kittens?
AC: Yes. My lease says I can have one cat, but I figure two kittens equal one cat.
H: . . .
AC: I already have the names picked out.
H: Spike and Buffy?
AC: Don't be silly. What am I, some obsessed fangirl?
*pause*
AC: They'd be Pigwidgeon and Crookshanks.
H: Loser.
AC: Besides, I would only name a cat Spike if he was predominately black with a big white patch on the top of his head.
6) Finished Valley of the Dolls. Faboo.
7) For the first time in years there is no Wheadon show in EW's Fall TV preview. I was doing laundry yesterday and it hit me: No new Buffyverse. It's over. Yes, there was a pang. I was thinking of boycotting the issue out of protest for my Dead Gay Show, but then I realized that 1) it wouldn't actually solve anything and 2) I would be supremely bored for an hour and a half at the Laundromat without reading my mag. So I read it. But under great duress.
I have picked out my Wednesday schedule (I feel that I am mostly adjusted to my sad, lonely Tuesday):
8:00 Lost
9:00 Kevin Hill (did I mention Taye Diggs with a baby?)
10: CSI: NY
I'm like the two year old with separation anxiety right before she is left with a babysitter. Distract, distract, distract and by the time the kid realizes her parents are gone there might be a few token tears, but mostly she's okay.
Here's hopin'.
8) Roomie is moving in some of her stuff tomorrow. Hence the mad unpacking. Now I just have to get the rest of my crap out of her room. Heh. I'll do it in the morning. It's not too, too much. Just some clothes. And shoes. And hangers. And maybe a clock. And the rest of my laundry that is air drying (I wisely removed my unmentionables this evening just in case I forgot about them tomorrow. That'd be embarrassing).
9) Am possibly getting a cold. *grumbles*
That's all. I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend and that all in Florida are braving the storm like a mutha. Kick Frances's ass, yo!
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Date: 2004-09-05 09:32 pm (UTC)Many Boston pigeons have deformed feet, too. I haven't observed Philly pigeons closely enough to tell whether that's the case here, too, but I suspect it might be.
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Date: 2004-09-09 02:50 pm (UTC)