tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106567322009-11-11T19:00:27.722-05:00Let's see about that, shall we.annenoreply@blogger.comBlogger484125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-75729010236781625752009-03-12T00:47:00.000-04:002009-03-12T00:47:47.493-04:00

You know, it feels pretty nice to be "back" - however long this particular streak is going to be, no one knows, but one thing's certain: Blogger breeds more familiarity than Facebook.Isn't it funny how we always gripe about high school "friends" and family and workmates, and yet we rush to reconnect with those very same people, with shrieks so high-pitched it's a wonder there aren't more dogs on

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-77095901816540282502009-03-07T18:10:00.000-05:002009-03-07T18:22:55.932-05:00

Call it an itch that needed to be scratched.I may or may not be back, but i felt like writing something. In fact, i've felt like writing for a long time now, but kept chickening out. And with good reason, it turns out: after giving this link to a friend of mine, i went back and re-read some of the stuff i'd posted*.You mad people you. Were you that bored that you kept coming for more? The crap

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-84192040301757965392007-12-12T01:10:00.000-05:002007-12-12T07:10:44.603-05:00

OK, here goes. I need a do-over on this thing. I miss the writing, and I have an inkling that this place is just "before", "now" should be something else.In around a week, I should be living somewhere a little (a lot?) more permanent, which, even though I hate the idea of leaving the area I'm in right now (but I guess that's what being a grown-up is all about, right? you do NOT in fact get to do

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-38833374481036808542007-10-14T10:52:00.002-04:002007-10-14T11:43:06.622-04:00

So we kind of made fools of ourselves. Was to be expected, really.Funny to watch it in NYC, where we couldn't find a good place to be - one pub (Kinsale Tavern, and that's NO advertisement) wanted $20 a pop to get access to the big screen, and the other one, 40 blocks down, was packed to the gills. So we stood outside on the sidewalk, with loads of other people, among which two English guys (

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-53448973474746758142007-09-18T01:27:00.000-04:002007-09-18T07:28:18.496-04:00

You see, it's like this. I'll start writing something, look something up on the internet to avoid making a complete arse of meself, and thank gawd, 'cause then I'll realise the whole premise of that particular post was completely wrong wrong WRONG, and then that'll throw me off the writing track for, like, ever.It seems I just can't be arsed these days. Also, it seems I love the word "arse".

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-19143584306391367412007-08-26T23:14:00.000-04:002007-08-27T06:56:18.269-04:00

Something's just not right here. No idea what is is, but something is. And it's killiiiiiiing me. And yes, I'll keep writing just like thaaaat, because that is exactly how I want to be taaaaalking right now, except no one is around to listeeeeeeen.The weekend was boozy. Very boozy. Good boozy. Maybe it's all related. Then again, maybe not. I guess we'll never know.Anyway. I've been accused of

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-88427720187296729032007-08-15T06:13:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:13:43.116-04:00

What, already? Yes. Deal.It's a bit hectic at work, which is nice but got real old, real fast. Still, it's nice. But old. But ni... yeah, you get it.I had my first actual political talk with people of the American persuasion today - I guess you can take the girl out of France, but you can't really take France out of the girl...It ended up in me throwing my hands up in the air and abandoning all

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-18605747905881204342007-08-12T16:30:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:08:24.871-04:00

Sure you can buy them a diamond necklace, but I like to think there's more than money involved between you and me. right?Plus it wasn't really my fault anyway - there's just no internet cafe anywhere in this town. City? I think we should redefine the concept of city/town. Surely in this day and age, internet cafes are the new cathedral, right? So if you can't find an internet cafe within 5 weeks,

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-62640439131594295632007-06-01T18:22:00.000-04:002007-06-01T18:23:53.218-04:00

That title here was for all the googlers who strangely land here looking for some sort of deviance.As if.Talking about titles, the previous one was a premonition of sorts, wasn't it. Almost two months. Wow. Which cunningly brings me to the current title, as it's all the apology you'll be getting, but believe me when I say it's heartfelt (seriously, though, thank you all for worrying. And I have

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-24360166871526773892007-04-05T02:03:00.000-04:002007-04-05T02:04:11.404-04:00

Let's see just how far I can go along the "sad and pathetic" scale - without even being prompted.I have a tenant! Well, they haven't signed yet, but let's not stop at such paltry details. (and don't any of you dare warn me about crowing early or some sort.)The stuff that I put on eBay got some bids before I had to withdraw it because said tenants wanted to keep it!I feel validated.People like me.

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-78687358531827543882007-04-01T18:06:00.000-04:002008-12-09T19:48:13.212-05:00

Eddie Murphy grants.There's no cellulite on those thighs, no siree!

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-91377696615657464132007-03-28T18:57:00.001-04:002007-03-28T18:57:50.135-04:00

In the Muslim world, they have what's called the Hand of Fatima, supposed to keep the evil eye away - and you're never supposed to say that things are good, because that's bound to attract that bastard evil eye, envious bugger that it is.I've had a Hamsa pendant for many years, but I haven't worn it very often. Lately, with everything going so well, I thought I should wear it again, considering

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-80364803529627318292007-03-26T06:39:00.001-04:002007-03-26T06:39:25.540-04:00

Time I finally went to sleep last night: around 3:00 a.m.Time I woke up for good this morning: 7:30 a.m.Number of times I woke up in-between: 500 zillion.Number of expense-related phone calls I've made so far today: around 11Number of flatshare ads I've replied to so far: 5,017Number of flat viewings secured: 0Number of hefty cheques I've signed so far today: 3Number of boxes packed over the

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-17008187588110496072007-03-19T18:45:00.001-04:002007-03-19T18:45:47.281-04:00

You win completely undeserved money, is what.So far, 2007 is proving to be one incredibly good year for me. This feels both long overdue and incredibly scary: I'm now waiting for the proverbial sword to fall right on my unsuspecting brow.Although, considering I'm waiting for it, I guess my brow would have to be incredibly low to be unsuspecting, at this point. But I digress.I'm still waiting for

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-19276140905882258342007-03-12T17:55:00.000-04:002007-03-12T18:08:27.368-04:00

Decisions have been made. Sacrifices even.There are around 400 books in this flat, about 320 of which are going to have be left behind to make space for other, more "important" stuff so I don't have to sell a kidney before I leave to pay for their transport.I feel like I'm abandoning my children.No, I don't really, but did that feel dramatic enough?To be completely honest (and am I ever anything

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-2781711114204761572007-03-04T18:48:00.000-05:002007-03-04T18:50:17.981-05:00

Right. First things first. Honestly, I like old. And I don't like being bullied. And it does feel like I've just been bullied into updating to the new Blogger version. Which, by the by, looks ugly.I didn't want to change to the new Blogger. I'm annoyed.OK, now that's out of the way and, possibly, my system... I've just booked (not paid yet: baby steps...) a one-way ticket to the city that never

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172564589215624262007-02-28T18:11:00.000-05:002007-02-28T18:20:33.056-05:00

Got this from Jen (and she didn't even tag me, how weird am I?), who got it from Krissa, who got it from... funny, uh, memes start much the same way as epidemics. Hmmm.Right. Here it goes.Italicized = books you want to readBold = books you've readStrike = books you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole or wish you hadn't* = never heard of it+ = on your shelf+1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)+2.

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172561944155347422007-02-27T02:35:00.000-05:002007-02-27T02:39:04.180-05:00

There it was - the ultimate proof that life had obviously chosen her as its personal scapegoat, the butt of all its practical jokes, its own life-size (no pun intended of course) punching bag.For years Natalie had wondered what exactly her purpose was in this world. Fall guy, it seemed. And no Lee Majors around, either.She'd thought the whole vicious cycle was over when she'd met Sean. Everything

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172046705188036362007-02-21T03:29:00.000-05:002007-02-21T03:31:45.293-05:00

Or, I think I'm gonna make out with George Clooney in the not-too-distant future - not sure.It's so typical - read so unbelievably annoying, yet so very flattering, while at the same time very unsettling, especially if you, like me, are utterly disorganized - judge for yourselves.So I have the job. They'll be starting the visa process now.See, I have been trying to escape France's legendary tax

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1171449098732121752007-02-14T05:28:00.000-05:002007-02-14T06:49:32.503-05:00

Yeah. I really wanted to write something about Valentine's Day.Mostly because I'd hate people to think that I'm cynical and bitter without even giving them any proof of this.And then I got up -- quite late, but I don't really mind that these days, considering I supposedly have a job lined up -- thought "funny, my prospective employers still haven't rung me back about my feeble attempt at

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1171012654969545152007-02-09T04:13:00.001-05:002007-02-09T04:17:34.993-05:00

Do not, ever, ask when the good news will stop. It is bound to come to a screeching halt against (into?) a tree by the side of the road.Things are still looking good (I think...) re my upcoming Mary Tyler Moore impersonation (we shall call it that from now on - let's all thank Alan), but everything else, oh. my. god.That metro car squat I was mentioning the other day? It's looking increasingly

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1170767622509108352007-02-06T08:12:00.000-05:002007-02-06T08:13:42.530-05:00

I'm two! Today!And that makes two posts in two days!Will the good news ever stop?!Anyways...

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1170635025674476492007-02-04T19:22:00.000-05:002007-02-04T19:23:45.816-05:00

It's currently being eaten alive by a giant ulcer from out of space. Yeah, OK, not really. But that's certainly what it feels like anyway (like you didn't know that complaining about things blown completely out of proportion was my thing...)Here's the news - and I'm going to just go and throw caution to the wind here. Apparently, one of my numerous applications has finally been accepted, and I'll

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1169641741007248702007-01-24T07:27:00.000-05:002007-01-24T07:29:01.216-05:00

Things may be about to change around here. And by "here" I mean my life - the template of the blog has held so far despite the extreme neglect, I'm sure it'll last a while longer.Not sure how happy that makes me either. Not the fact that I'm keeping the blog template, you understand, the fact that the times, they are a-changing.Funny how one can get used to being stuck in a rut, and when things

annenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1168976990038286742007-01-16T14:49:00.000-05:002007-01-16T14:50:30.900-05:00

Hey there. Yeah, just like Lazarus (also the Creature, but moving on).OK, first things first. May 2007 be as fan-fucking-tastic to you as my health has been incredibly rotten to me lately. And I mean that with every altruistic fiber in my rapidly decomposing body.Just in case the previous sentences don't mean squat, as I strongly suspect they do ('nt?) - and also because I really want, nay need,

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