There's always something there to remind me.

When I think of _______, I always automatically think of ________.
(obviously there are certain people in my life with numerous associations, like my girlfriend, best friend, parents -- these are just some of the random ones)

1. Emer'gen-C packets; working at the Feminist Bookstore and my co-workers who consumed them and converted me. And also discovering that Annie Leibovitz consumes them as well, carrying around a ziploc bag of various flavors to add to her Evian bottle.

2. Showgirls; drood

3. 'Can't stop the bum rush'; Damon and I unintentionally torturing a former co-worker by saying this repeatedly even though she didn't know what it meant.

4. cheese curds; college trips to Wisconsin with Sherry and Cyndi, including my first taste of fried cheese curds at a truck stop restaurant.

5. Boggle; my ex-girlfriend.

6. Lacan, Freud, or anything remotely related to Orthodox Judaism; Hal.

7. packaged Krispey Kreme doughnut from the grocery store; childhood breakfasts, including the time my mom flipped out and locked me in my room while I was having a tantrum.

8. Kafka's Metamorphosis, or Melissa Etheridge coming out, or most things related to cities in Europe I've visited; my high school english teacher Sylvia Ewing.

9. Camelot, or His Girl Friday, or Savannah (the city); Martha

10. black jeans; Tara (geekgrrrl47) and her comment about them being wrong.

11. the act of scrambling eggs; Shana (wearemany)'s dad.

12. microwaving chicken; my freshman year roommate

13. Heineken beer; sneaking into a Mississippi roadhouse bar with my aunt when I was underage and buying myself a drink.

14. Linda McCarthy or shots of Jack Daniels; Joe (not Murphy) from college and I doing an impression of Paul and Linda performing REM's Everybody Hurts.

15. veggie burgers; the Hard Rock Cafe in London. We went there twice in our four days there. How lame is that.


If for some reason you'd like me to connect the dots on an association in particular, leave a comment.

Line of the Day

Today's honor goes to the lovely grocerygetter, in an entry about Staying Alive and mentioning part of the plot:

so tony's thinking about taking over the big role in SATAN'S ALLEY a musicial which completely legitimizes STARLIGHT EXPRESS.

You could go to her journal and attempt to read the whole thing, but it's friends-only, suckas. You didn't know? Where have you been? Get you head out the pillow and put a book in it.

In honor of my lofty award of Line of the Day, I will add a line to my previous post.

16. When I think of __going down a flight of stairs in a shopping cart__, I always automatically think of ___Angelina___

Early praise for the hours.

I think I have a 60 minute limit on social interactions. After being around them for an hour, it doesn't matter if I'm mid-conversation, mid-sentence, or mid-word, my brain starts to hurt in this special way that indicates to me RUN THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP TALKING, sometimes known in more normal or quiet circles as, "I need some alone time."

This sixty minute mark has no relation to the person with whom I'm engaging or how much I like them. It's strictly a time measurement.

In other news, I'm lusty. I mean, Lusti.