*Tell me baby, how does it feel*

November 30, 2003

No, Jack, no

I think it disturbs me a bit too much that Kiefer Sutherland is one of the voices in the tenth Land Before Time movie.

Perhaps he's trying to atone for all the people he's "killed" in his other acting work. Or just wanted to scar the children.

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November 28, 2003

Hey

Do not adjust your clocks. It's 6:30am, I'm awake and coherent and contacts-ed. I'm waiting my turn in the shower, afterwhich I will rush to dress and leave. Because it's time to shop, and we're late.

All right all right all right all right all right all right...

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November 22, 2003

Bad Sara

After seeing this headline: "Vigils held for Michael Jackson worldwide" I thought, "Oooh, is he dead? "

And anxiously clicked the link.

Sarae at 08:01 PM | Comments (0)

Amusement in the dark

At the tailgate aka bitchfest after the disappointing Badger football loss, the following question was posed by a vaguely distant Iowa relative:

"So, like, Camp Randall.. is that his first name?"

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November 19, 2003

All aboard

Tonight I had the most amusing bus driver. He would yell out the names of streets we were about to pass. Everytime someone would pull the thin yellow cord, he would slow the bus and shout, "It's a stop!"

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November 14, 2003

Snappity

A small collection of photos from last Friday's concert at Luther's Blues:
Quasi

Sarae at 04:42 PM | Comments (1) November 08, 2003

Hear ye

So far in this grand month of November, my #2 most popular search hit is "front seat sex. "

At number seven, we've got "backseat sex."

I find this quite amusing. I'm fairly sure I've never spoken on either of those, uh, "topics."

Sarae at 11:29 PM | Comments (2)

November 07, 2003

Disclaimer

Do not see The Matrix III (commonly called "The Matrix Revolutions"). Don't say I didn't warn you.

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November 05, 2003

Blast from the Past

My much-quoted (37 times!) post to Livejournal, Dec 30, 2002. Final sentence cut.

Ok. This Robbie Fulks song, "Every Kind of Music But Country"? I love it. And it makes me giggle, because at the beginning there's a line:
"Well, I'd been hounding her for such a long time/ trying to impress her with my hillbilly wiles"

And I was positive that he was saying "pounding," not "hounding." And it was funny, and just a little sad. I mean, who tries to impress a girl with their hillbilly bedroom tactics? And really, how do you pound someone in a hillbilly fashion? Because, personally, I think that hillbilly sex might not be that big of a turn on. Nope. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't.

Sarae at 01:30 AM | Comments (3)

November 03, 2003

You don't want to be my advisor

Just saying. Because my high school guidance counselor disappeared under suspicious, mid-year circumstances and my college one died randomly a year ago.

Also, I am so thrilled that my sheets make Luke want to sleep with me (in a highly platonic manner.) They are as comfortable as they look; they should be put on my bed in less than a week.

I can't wait.

Sarae at 11:12 PM | Comments (1)

November 02, 2003

These things

1) Cold. I am very cold, despite piling on an extra layer. I have been cold pretty much non-stop for the last twelve hours.

2) Tired. The last forty minutes went remarkably fast; I'm slightly suspicious that the first twenty passed quickly due to my dozing off at work.

3) Sad. Working alone today, which isn't sad so much as I crave company (I am so not a good conversationalist) but I like the added comfort of having someone to refer to. Also, knowing I get to leave on time.

4) Confused. I have no idea what I'm doing after work; Colette mentioned doing "something" but never gave explicit directions. I am being a terrible person and hoping that "something" equates to me getting to go home and nap in warm clothes and blankies.

5) Excited. I have to go home today, to return the car. I will likely be fed (piping hot!) homemade dinner. Also, I can take this opportunity to bust out the:

brown flannel sheets. Mmmm.

Sarae at 10:57 AM | Comments (7)