2002-02-07 - 12:09 p.m.
Last night JB and I were sitting
together on the couch. He stretched out with his head on my lap.
Everything was all cozy. Aww. Then he said, "Who would you
say is the most beautiful person you have ever personally known?
Well, I gave it a lot of thought.
What I decided was that although I have known lots of people
who might be classified as cute, gamine, sexy, winsome, buff,
intriguing, sultry, and basically attractive, I couldn't think
of someone who I would call beautiful. Maybe because the word
beautiful makes me think of magazine covers and not real
So it turns out the other night
I had been talking in my sleep, and one of the things JB heard
was "You're SO beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful".
C'est weird, no? I wish I could remember that dream. With its
feminine, airbrushed connotations perhaps I was complimenting
Naomi Campbell. (Jeez, I hope I would never actually be that
sycophantic. I hope I'd be all "Naomi. 'Sup.")
But you know how dreams are.
I was probably crooning to a turnip or something, after
being naked in front of strangers, right before falling.
I also wish I could go back
and freak JB out. With his little 'innocent' probing. I would
have said "Oh, your boss. I know most people might not think
I got him good last night. We
were laying in bed, just bullshitting, and I reached over for
some Vaseline (for my LIPS, ok? It keeps them from getting chapped.
GOD). I fixed a very serious look on my face, and said solemnly
"JB, I really think I'm starting to lose my mind."
And he looked kind of worried and said "What? Why?".
Then I rounded my eyes, and held up the Vaseline with a trembling
"Because today I ate some
of this." Pause, deep breath. "With a spoon."
Oh god, it was great. He fell
for it totally and just stared at the Vaseline jar, unable to
respond. The moment only lasted a few seconds or so before I
completely exploded laughing, but it was sweet.
Whew, good times.
I have this annoying cough,
a leftover from the icky cold I had last week. I feel fine, but
occasionally sound like a refugee from the TB clinic. In fact,
I sound just like the sort of person that I LOATH sitting near
on a bus. I am totally intolerant of icky sounding coughs on
a bus, my skin prickles and I send Hate Rays to the person, hoping
to communicate via body language that they should take their
leper ass back to the colony on Molokai and stay away from us
I also have this throat-clearing
thing which I'm sure must be driving JB up the wall. It sounds
like Ha-RUM, in this EF Hutton manner, as if I am about to give
an impassioned speech of some kind. Lucky for me this is only
temporary. I used to work with a guy who had a throat thing that
was sort of nervous tic. It was really more of a snorting-clearing
thing, all in one disgusting sounding SNRK. I figured it was
a nervous habit because he'd do it during his sales calls: "Hi,
Bob? Just wanted to catch up and see how we're doing on the SNRKKK!
All right. I've got some Vaseline
to eat now.
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2002-02-06 - the kitchen
2002-02-05 - evil recruiters
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2002-02-04 - an unexpected surprise
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I have moved. - 1.03.2005
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Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
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