DELIRIOUS WHEN TIRED: the life of a craziasian
Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in the "adina baby" journal:[<< Previous 10 entries]
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11:28 pm
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A Final Thank You Note
Dear Livejournal,
Thank you for all the good times. Thank you for not criticizing me when I fell into yet another food coma. Thank you for forcing me to learn a little bit of geek talk so that I could post my pictures. Thank you for being user-friendly and non-judgemental of my bad grammar. You meant so much to me but it is time to move on.
I've discovered the "video" function of my digital camera, LJ (anonymous boyfriends, BEWARE). And I love my flickr. And I don't like that the only friends I can have are LJ users. I think that is bloggist and I am a democrat, damnit. So I am moving over to blogger. I'll still be the same craziasian. You'll just be able to see me acting crazy instead of imagining it.
Thanks for everything. See you around.
love, adina
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05:44 pm
[Link] | Prepare for the impending switch over to ...
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04:49 pm
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Sanity Check
Am I the only one who finds this strange? Am I completely alone out here, thinking crocs are UGLY and suing photographers is CRAZY?
I feel so alone.
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09:25 am
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A Poll
This morning, mr. anon and I were discussing the possibility of hiring an amateur photographer for the wedding.
mr. anon: well, I'd want to be sure they'd have insurance.
me: why? in case their equipment got damaged?
mr. anon: no, to sue them if our pictures came out bad.
The poll I would like to take today is:
WHO THINKS THAT SUING A PHOTOGRAPHER IS A LITTLE PSYCHO?
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04:35 pm
[Link] | ( A Laundry List )
Tags: ilove
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01:21 pm
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The Happiest of Hours
Went to a happy hour on Friday with my co-workers. Got bombed. Danced a lot. Sang karaoke. Loved my job.
Click here for more Flickr action
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10:24 am
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Quote of the Day, Y'all
A highlight from an email I just got from a Kentuckian I worked with in New Orleans after Katrina:
...How are the wedding plans going? Do you have a date set? A reception site? What are your colors? Etc. As you can tell I love weddings. Once my daughter and I thought about being wedding planners, but in hillbilly heaven the only accessory they use is a shotgun.
Tags: quips
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10:45 pm
[Link] | so i just got back from post game beer where i drank 2 beers and guess what i am that is ri9ght i am a little tipsy. the reason why is (a) i ate lunch at 11AM and (b) i never drink anymore. i am just going to tell you that we almost got hit by a bus and also i defnitely said something about a penis wrapped in beef jerky. i think it had to do with someth ing manly. i made a huge play where i was the catcher and there was this giant guy running from third to home and i held the ball and he ran right into me but i hheld onto the ball unliek geanna davis who dropped it in league of her own. anyway everyone cheered and hugged me and i felt really great. then i drank beer and we talked about the white mans overbite donny i am looking at you. i ate spagghetti i really lvoe mister anonymous whow anonymous is hard to spell when you're a litte dunk and it's dark here because mr anonsymous turned off te light. ok friends i am glad your my friends happy i have this life byebye
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01:40 pm
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Sleepy Hollow
I am having trouble sleeping. I am usually in bed by midnight, though we have been retreating to our bedroom earlier and earlier as we get older and older. We climb into bed, blow up each other's noses (etc etc) and then roll over and I start my nightly dance routine. It starts with me on my belly with my right leg dangling off the bed. I do a few horizontal ballet moves (toes to knee, toes out, toes to knees, toes out) and then turn to face my left. I dig my knee into mr. anon's back until I have 2/3rds of the bed. Victorious, I roll over again and practice my moves. This goes on for about thirty minutes, sometimes longer, depending on how limber I am. Then I flip over, my head to his toes, and repeat the past half hour of my life upside down, as if I was not sure of the choreography for my big debut performance.
This goes on for hours until I either (a) fall asleep or (b) retreat to the living room couch. This most often than not leads to sleep (though it has occassionally led to early morning ramen-eating and Welcome to Mooseport-watching). Then, around six in the morning, mr. anon comes skipping out of the bedroom, dragging me back into bed and then keeping me awake with his freakishly noisy coffee drinking and tie tying.
I don't know why I can't sleep. I don't know if it is because I am (a) depressed or (b) eating past 8PM or (c) taking five hour midday naps on the weekends. All I know is that three alarms went off this morning around 8AM and I slept through all of them. This from someone who used to wake up because the sun was shining too loudly.
This will change. I will stop eating 5 pounds of chocolate before I go to bed. I will stop speaking with my mother about the plight of the jewish people after dusk. I will find peace. I will find peace.
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10:13 pm
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Quote of the Weekend
(After eating at my favorite Italian restaurant, where the waitresses know exactly what I order and the bus boy tells us "don't eat too fast this time")
mr. anon: I can't believe you hugged our waitresses.
me: So what?
mr. anon: I don't even hug my family.
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