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I'm The One That I Want by Margaret Cho. I was so disappointed that I couldn't make the book fair at UCLA last weekend with my friend Tracey, so she thought to buy the book for me. I missed the one-woman show when I lived in New York, but Tracey and I went to see the film last fall in Santa Monica. If you want to know how much my friends rock, Tracey even had it autographed:
Erica
Good luck in New York!
-Margaret Cho
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I'm also still reading Simple Indulgence: Easy, Everyday Things to Do for Me by Janet Eastman. I'm such a dork, I keep reading the quotes and ideas, but not doing the journalling portion.
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"Someday we'll find it
the rainbow connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
alllll of us under it's spell."
-Kermit THE Frog
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Stuck in my head:
"Boogie-oogie-oogie get down."
Thank you, Disco Stu! (My favorite Simpsons sight gag-cum-character.)
I heard Britney Spears' "Bottom of My Broken Heart" while making a selection from the feminine hygeine aisle at Wal Mart and exclaimed, "Fucking Britney Spears...Gah!"
That's one of the videos I had to watch about a million times to select snippets for the web site and the enhanced CD single. Ever hearing it again is too much, too soon.
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The Simpsons, The Sopranos & Armistead Maupin's Further Tales of the City. I didn't even realize there were making another one, I just happened to see it listed. I'm going to have to finish the book series now, as I think I've only read through the fourth book and this mini-series is based on the third book.
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While you're visiting the Gallery of Regrettable Food, don't miss Meat!. This one in particular made me laugh until I couldn't breathe. "Sometimes meat likes to dress up and feel pretty."
Swanson Parade of Lost Identity -- women who, in probably their only 15 minutes of fame, were for the most part known only as Mrs. HisLastName.
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Co-Author of The Rules to divorce! So you can't manipulate a man into marrying and staying married to you? Perhaps you have to come into it as two individuals and show who you really are from the beginning? I guess this means that no amount of growing your hair long, pretending not to be smart or funny, and "training" a man will make for a happy marriage.
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Ever wonder where that dollar bill's been? Mine was in Chicago two months ago.
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Another Elvis dream (I'm doing the Memphis section of my color scrapbook now, but I haven't got to Graceland yet), this one cannibalistic.
What started out as an autopsy to discover THE TRUTH, turned into Elvis Stew. It was rich and beefy. Ewwwwwwwww!
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Why is it that the same personality quirks are taken as crazy and stalky by some, while loveably wacky by others? Is there some litmus test for this, so I stop wasting my time?
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Still literate as of 9/29/2000 12:20:01 AM
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just what I needed...another dorkblog.
Jeepers, creepers, I last used my peepers on 9/29/2000 12:24:59 AM
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My trip photographs, they're better than expected. Now to get them all organized, it's only been a year!
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Thursday, February 15, 2001
10:41 PM
 not sure what to write just now. I wasn't in the mood to rant about Valentine's Day, yet again. All I'll say on that subject is that it's a shame that we start out giving Valentines to everyone we know, but end up in a society that privileges the cloistered romantic relationship above all others. I wonder where my tribe of spinsters, women dedicated to their own learning and growth, rather than losing themselves in men, are.
Part of me wishes I could fit in, just blend into the wall. I don't mean to always be in conflict, but there are so many nuances to the hatred and discrimination I face. I don't mean to harp on those things. Indeed, it alarms me all the more because it is unexpected. I can't believe that in this day and age, so many men do expect women to give up their names, their lives, their very being for the alleged privilege of dating or marriage.
Sometimes I do wish I could magically become pretty or thin or white or less intelligent. It would make life simpler, easier. Sometimes I'm tired of fighting. When I've gone on with J, for example...He'd say I was just demanding he be "politically correct" (there's no such thing, I wish people weren't so easily brain-washed by the conservative-biased media) -- but why is it OK for him to say cruel things to me, but not OK for me to speak up and tell him it's wrong? His free speech right isn't violated by my defending my self.
I've taken to blaming a lot of this on the suburbs, and that's largely true. It's much worse here. When I lived here before I was more involved with school and so I met little pockets of progressives, but now I don't know where they're hiding.
I don't know what else to do but go back to the city life. Unfortunately, since I'm having trouble finding a job here to pay for the move, I'm going crazy. Also, I found out today that the YWCA, where I was planning to move, not only had a 25% rent increase, but also requires proof of income (darn, that phoney letter from an employer isn't going to work) and 3 months at a job. The whole point was to use that place as a starting point, rather than bounce around for months and months first, like the last time I moved to New York.
I'll figure something out, but I'm just anxious to get back to my regularly scheduled life.
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Monday, February 12, 2001
11:13 PM
still working on that photo section. There are a few bugs in it, really that's what I get for going over my own head.
Fear not, it shall be fabulous and I'm glad to finally get the pictures up. It won't be complete when it goes up. I'll be fleshing out sections and eventually adding a black and white gallery as well. I might get all arty on that one. We'll see.
Otherwise, everything remains relatively static.
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