Sunset babe, that's a fox to you
May. 8th, 2002 10:28 amIt's a dark and stormy day. Which doesn't normally bother me, but I'm a tad hungover from last night's festivities, which included MTV and chatting and liquor with good company. We had a fabulous time because we're all academians, so we like to talk.
I hold my liquor surprisingly well, despite not experiencing it until later than life. Generally being hungover just means I'm groggy, dehydrated and out of it. I'll gladly take those options over Door Number 3, which holds throbbing headaches and puking.
On the train this morning I was thinking about
the_passives and how it was strange at times last night to have the real Andrew in my house, rather than just his livejournal entries. But it also felt perfectly comfortable and natural. Such a strange phenomenon this online journaling, because one never knows with who you'll really click. And I also got to meet
vfc who lives right down the road from me, but with whom I've never had the pleasure of interacting. Welcome to the Raybear Show, Liza. I hope you'll enjoy your stay.
Sunday is Mother's Day, so I recently learned that
limenal and I will be brunching with Clevered Embittered Auntie, which seems very appropriate. I should also perhaps take a trip to the drug store for some 2 dollar thoughtfulness to my own mother. And perhaps some other maternal figures in my life, like Work Mama (the woman who recently donated her entire record collection to me) and Bookstore Auntie, who I actually haven't talked to since before the holiday and I feel terribly guilty about that. But that's where the 2-dollar card comes in -- an easy and slightly charming way to reconnect and possibly win back favor.
I'm still not used to getting stared at on the train because of my hair. I'm the moron who thinks I'm suddenly being scoped by yuppie women who normally wouldn't give me a second glance. Then I pause and think, oh wait, they're staring at my mohawk. Though perhaps I should start combing the Reader's Missed Connections ads and find out if maybe people are doing both.
And now, a short poll.
[Poll #32611]
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I hold my liquor surprisingly well, despite not experiencing it until later than life. Generally being hungover just means I'm groggy, dehydrated and out of it. I'll gladly take those options over Door Number 3, which holds throbbing headaches and puking.
On the train this morning I was thinking about
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Sunday is Mother's Day, so I recently learned that
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I'm still not used to getting stared at on the train because of my hair. I'm the moron who thinks I'm suddenly being scoped by yuppie women who normally wouldn't give me a second glance. Then I pause and think, oh wait, they're staring at my mohawk. Though perhaps I should start combing the Reader's Missed Connections ads and find out if maybe people are doing both.
And now, a short poll.
[Poll #32611]
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