TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR...DAY 152
Um, I got to sleep extra and feed Pippin?
Saturday, May 31, 2008
JANE DOE'S SATURDAY NIGHT VIDEO PARTY
What I'm watching: http://youtube.com/watch?v=y1zJxyPPK8c&feature=related
What I'm watching: http://youtube.com/watch?v=y1zJxyPPK8c&feature=related
Friday, May 30, 2008
WEEK 22
Not a bad week – mixed reactions from clients. My beloved Pippin has another infection, but not as bad as back in December. At least I know how to deal with it – shooting Critical Care into him until his mouth feels better. I tell myself “get those nutrients/oxygen to your cells.”
I spend too much time watching You Tube videos, reminding myself of those days forty pounds ago when I had a sex drive.
janedoe@seductive.com
Not a bad week – mixed reactions from clients. My beloved Pippin has another infection, but not as bad as back in December. At least I know how to deal with it – shooting Critical Care into him until his mouth feels better. I tell myself “get those nutrients/oxygen to your cells.”
I spend too much time watching You Tube videos, reminding myself of those days forty pounds ago when I had a sex drive.
janedoe@seductive.com
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR...DAY 147
The emergency vet let me in after midnight. And gave me almost a week's worth of vitamins free.And people were willing to fight in and die in wars so we can blog.
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The emergency vet let me in after midnight. And gave me almost a week's worth of vitamins free.And people were willing to fight in and die in wars so we can blog.
janedoe@seductive.com
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
WEEK 21
Beautiful weather, especially the latter part of the week, too nice to spend indoors.
Two keys have crapped out on my laptop keyboard – the “B” and the “N” keys. This is most unfortunate, as the letter “N” appears in my first, last and middle names and the city in which I live, and in the word Earthlink.
The letter “B” appears in the words “bite me,” “baby,” “blog,” and “blogger,” all of which I type frequently. Fortunately I have seen some good deals on Compaqs and I have a birthday in less than three months.All day I have been itchy and right now I am feeling hot, nauseous and dizzy. I hope it goes away in less than four hours.
janedoe@seductive.com
Beautiful weather, especially the latter part of the week, too nice to spend indoors.
Two keys have crapped out on my laptop keyboard – the “B” and the “N” keys. This is most unfortunate, as the letter “N” appears in my first, last and middle names and the city in which I live, and in the word Earthlink.
The letter “B” appears in the words “bite me,” “baby,” “blog,” and “blogger,” all of which I type frequently. Fortunately I have seen some good deals on Compaqs and I have a birthday in less than three months.All day I have been itchy and right now I am feeling hot, nauseous and dizzy. I hope it goes away in less than four hours.
janedoe@seductive.com
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 144
Fifty dollars extra.
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Fifty dollars extra.
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 140
The guy who was shot last night is expected to make a full recovery.
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The guy who was shot last night is expected to make a full recovery.
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 139
I have completed half of my reflexology classroom requirement and two-thirds of the requirement for aromatherapy. And better yet got a compliment from my mother.
It was a good thing I went to Mayuri's grand opening and re-scheduled my client. Someone was shot about a block from where I live. Hopefully I wouldn't have been around anyway.
I have completed half of my reflexology classroom requirement and two-thirds of the requirement for aromatherapy. And better yet got a compliment from my mother.
It was a good thing I went to Mayuri's grand opening and re-scheduled my client. Someone was shot about a block from where I live. Hopefully I wouldn't have been around anyway.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
WEEK 20
“Someday, you will ache like I ache”
Courtney Love
My neck hurts from way too little sleep in the wrong position. At least I had eight days’ vacation. Otherwise I’d be really in pain. And I have decided busting my ass is worth it even if it’s just to appreciate a nice vacation more.
Didn’t do the Golden Door thing this year, but I DID get the chocolate pedicure at Edouard de Paris. Mom commented on the unhappy-looking couple who walked out of the spa just before I did. It’s amazing how many beautiful and rich, or at least well-connected women you see there looking miserable. I guess for some of them a spa is an alternative to the Betty Ford Center. Or a mental institution.
Looking at these uptight people makes me wonder what kind of image I project. And what I would like to project. I guess it would be Linda Lavin as Wendy Kobler on The Sopranos.
A kind of Zen thing -- I have found out sometimes NOT SAYING things, i.e. keeping your mouth shut, is better than saying them. Finally.
janedoe@seductive.com
“Someday, you will ache like I ache”
Courtney Love
My neck hurts from way too little sleep in the wrong position. At least I had eight days’ vacation. Otherwise I’d be really in pain. And I have decided busting my ass is worth it even if it’s just to appreciate a nice vacation more.
Didn’t do the Golden Door thing this year, but I DID get the chocolate pedicure at Edouard de Paris. Mom commented on the unhappy-looking couple who walked out of the spa just before I did. It’s amazing how many beautiful and rich, or at least well-connected women you see there looking miserable. I guess for some of them a spa is an alternative to the Betty Ford Center. Or a mental institution.
Looking at these uptight people makes me wonder what kind of image I project. And what I would like to project. I guess it would be Linda Lavin as Wendy Kobler on The Sopranos.
A kind of Zen thing -- I have found out sometimes NOT SAYING things, i.e. keeping your mouth shut, is better than saying them. Finally.
janedoe@seductive.com
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 137
People at all three of my jobs missed me.
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People at all three of my jobs missed me.
janedoe@seductive.com
Thursday, May 15, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 136
The pigs are safe at home with me. And my beloved Pippin's tooth appears to be healing.
janedoe@seductive.com
The pigs are safe at home with me. And my beloved Pippin's tooth appears to be healing.
janedoe@seductive.com
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE... DAY 135
We arrived home safely. And on time.
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We arrived home safely. And on time.
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
WEEK 19
Well, I am finally unwinding, a little, after four days. After spending four days with my mother I can see I did not inherit my uptightness entirely from my father.
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Well, I am finally unwinding, a little, after four days. After spending four days with my mother I can see I did not inherit my uptightness entirely from my father.
janedoe@seductive.com
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE DOESN'T SUCK TOO MUCH DAY 130
We had nice weather for sightseeing.
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We had nice weather for sightseeing.
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Thursday, May 08, 2008
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE DOESN'T SUCK TOO MUCH DAY 128
Slept 12 hours. And Mom massaged my feet.
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Slept 12 hours. And Mom massaged my feet.
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Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Monday, May 05, 2008
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE DOESN'T SUCK TOO MUCH DAY 126
The woman at Whole Foods let me get in front of her in line. And Sullivan's wrapped my gift free.
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The woman at Whole Foods let me get in front of her in line. And Sullivan's wrapped my gift free.
janedoe@seductive.com
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
WEEK 18
This is how behind I am in everything: I did not send out the usual May Day greetings this year. Fortunately C. sang a verse of the Internationale in my honour. I have about three days to get ready for vacation.
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This is how behind I am in everything: I did not send out the usual May Day greetings this year. Fortunately C. sang a verse of the Internationale in my honour. I have about three days to get ready for vacation.
janedoe@seductive.com
TRYING NOT TO BE TOO UNHAPPY ABOUT IT, OR MY LIFE DOESN'T SUCK TOO MUCH DAY 123
My neighbourhood looks like a fairyland.
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My neighbourhood looks like a fairyland.
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DC MADAME DEAD
Police confirm DC Madame Deborah Jeane Palfrey has killed herself at her mother's home. Mom says it was incredibly selfish of her to go to her mother's home to off herself.
I say 1) suicide's a sin and 2) It's a shame women like her make things tougher for women trying to run a LEGITIMATE business.
janedoe@seductive.com
Police confirm DC Madame Deborah Jeane Palfrey has killed herself at her mother's home. Mom says it was incredibly selfish of her to go to her mother's home to off herself.
I say 1) suicide's a sin and 2) It's a shame women like her make things tougher for women trying to run a LEGITIMATE business.
janedoe@seductive.com
Thursday, May 01, 2008
EVERYBODY HURTS
Saw the Life Before Her Eyes yesterday and felt as though I'd been served a snack rather than a meal. Last week I saw the first 35 minutes and had to leave, but I was so compelled I went back when I actually had to PAY. I wish I had waited for the DVD release. After about the first 45 minutes the movie repeats itself and at the end we found ourselves asking "what happened?" "Whose life was it?" "Who died?" "How much is actual memory and how much is supposition?" "What did the flowers, the water, the child etc actually symbolize?"
I won't give away the ending, but is not like Psycho in which Tony Perkins is his own mother or The Sixth Sense in which Bruce Willis is already dead. It is much fuzzier than that, and I don't just mean the photography. I got the feeling "school shootings are bad." Ironically, two people were shot in a DC school this week. Neither of the robberies I experienced firsthand were nearly as bad as what was shown in the film, but it has brought some uncomfortable memories to the surface. Some critics compare the film to Sophie's Choice, which I found extremely overrated -- Sophie couldn't HELP her first major choice, the one which fucked up her life forever, and I thought her second major choice was stupidly made. But I digress. Neither Evan Rachel Wood nor Eva Amurri really seem to have much of a choice, the final scene in the bathroom seems to more a matter of bad luck than conscious decision.
Unfortutnately, the movie is also a celebration of victimhood. Fifteen, count 'em fifteen years have passed and there is a plastic banner with the victims' names printed on it over the school door. Unfortunately, you can't read them, so you can't see who exactly died and you never find out what happened to the shooter. There is a statue of a boy and girl and a flame similar to the one at President Kennedy's grave, musicians ready to play and special seating the for survivors -- you almost get the feeling you're at a class reunion, or a homecoming or something like that. You wonder whether people's time, money and energy might have been better spent in 1) comforting the survivors, including victims' families and 2) Ensuring that such a thing never happens again. The ending is rather bleak -- a present-day student asks Uma Thurman if she is a survivor, and Uma answers "no."
Does that mean there WERE no survivors, even among the living? That like nuclear war, the survivors would envy the dead? Kind of like the nurse at NIH who told me I wasn't "damaged" enough to take part in a PTSD clinical trial. Everyone's a victim, but I am able to hold a job, am able to maintain something resembling a social life and haven't tried to take my own life. Or anyone elses's. Which is a good thing.
Saw the Life Before Her Eyes yesterday and felt as though I'd been served a snack rather than a meal. Last week I saw the first 35 minutes and had to leave, but I was so compelled I went back when I actually had to PAY. I wish I had waited for the DVD release. After about the first 45 minutes the movie repeats itself and at the end we found ourselves asking "what happened?" "Whose life was it?" "Who died?" "How much is actual memory and how much is supposition?" "What did the flowers, the water, the child etc actually symbolize?"
I won't give away the ending, but is not like Psycho in which Tony Perkins is his own mother or The Sixth Sense in which Bruce Willis is already dead. It is much fuzzier than that, and I don't just mean the photography. I got the feeling "school shootings are bad." Ironically, two people were shot in a DC school this week. Neither of the robberies I experienced firsthand were nearly as bad as what was shown in the film, but it has brought some uncomfortable memories to the surface. Some critics compare the film to Sophie's Choice, which I found extremely overrated -- Sophie couldn't HELP her first major choice, the one which fucked up her life forever, and I thought her second major choice was stupidly made. But I digress. Neither Evan Rachel Wood nor Eva Amurri really seem to have much of a choice, the final scene in the bathroom seems to more a matter of bad luck than conscious decision.
Unfortutnately, the movie is also a celebration of victimhood. Fifteen, count 'em fifteen years have passed and there is a plastic banner with the victims' names printed on it over the school door. Unfortunately, you can't read them, so you can't see who exactly died and you never find out what happened to the shooter. There is a statue of a boy and girl and a flame similar to the one at President Kennedy's grave, musicians ready to play and special seating the for survivors -- you almost get the feeling you're at a class reunion, or a homecoming or something like that. You wonder whether people's time, money and energy might have been better spent in 1) comforting the survivors, including victims' families and 2) Ensuring that such a thing never happens again. The ending is rather bleak -- a present-day student asks Uma Thurman if she is a survivor, and Uma answers "no."
Does that mean there WERE no survivors, even among the living? That like nuclear war, the survivors would envy the dead? Kind of like the nurse at NIH who told me I wasn't "damaged" enough to take part in a PTSD clinical trial. Everyone's a victim, but I am able to hold a job, am able to maintain something resembling a social life and haven't tried to take my own life. Or anyone elses's. Which is a good thing.