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Fucking Marc Jacobs and his fucking handbags

March 31, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized


I’m obsessed with this goddamn handbag. It retails between $550 and $1000. A) I don’t have that kind of money and B) I’m fairly certain that Lars would have my head if I even dreamt of spending more than 30 bucks on a purse. But, I’m ob-fucking-sessed. I love it. I covet it. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I laid eyes on it on Nordstrom exactly one week ago. I love you black Venetia handbag…I fucking love you!!! You’re the perfect shape and the perfect size. You have adorable little front pockets that are just the right size for cell phones and ipods. I haven’t looked, but I bet your insides are all soft and pretty too…(sigh)

Give it!! I feel like throwing a baby tantrum. I want this bag, a new cell phone and a 14″ ibook. Someone be nice.

If I knew how to add pulsing hearts, I would

March 31, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized


I found this really retarded site this morning called Olbermannwatch, which claims to keep its ever watchful eye on (boyfriend to the Medley household) Keith Olbermann. They call him things like “KO” and “Krazy Keith” and I can only imagine how fucking hilarious Keith himself might find such a site.
Keith Olbermann is everything America needs in a “talking head” journalist. He’s funny, intelligent, self-deprecating, fiercly honest and above all, he doesn’t take himself or his opinions too seriously. It doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome to look at and has ipecable taste in ties.
I know it’s arrogant to say shit like this, but Keith Olbermann is so likable, I honestly can’t fathom someone hating him this much…unless that someone were all up in Bill O’Reilly’s fallafel. Which, upon further inspection of the site, does seem to the be the case.
I know I’m not alone in my love for the Keith since Moveon.org sent me an email yesterday asking me to commit to watching Countdown. Well, yeah, duh.
Watch Countdown, bitches.

Support local artists!

March 30, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized


My friend Anita, who is an amazing artist, has just finished her website. Go there, buy things!! Look, you can even buy me naked!!

I had this conversation with my friend and co-worker Lisa about people we know who are able to make their living doing something they love. I mean, what would it be like to just do your art and not have to get up at 6am to sit in front of a computer all day? What would it be like to not be so drained that you actually had time to do the things you actually love?

Anita and her husband are my friends who adopted two little boys from Kazakhstan last year. It’s been awe inspiring watching them become instant parents. Adopting the boys wasn’t easy for them financially. Kevin has been working as much as he can and Anita has become a full time mother and home-schooler. They’ve sacrificed so much just to have a family. I’ve always admired them both as artists, but I admire them even more as people.

Whatta guy!

March 29, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

Tom apparently got Katie an ipod to help her keep quiet during her “silent birth.”
This story is a little hard for me to take since, I can’t imagine that Katie wouldn’t already have her own ipod, but whatever. Tom Cruise is a dirty old man who knocked up a pretty, young girl to prove to America that he is indeed virile…and straight. He deserves whatever bad press he gets.
I’m hoping that if I write enough shitty stuff about him on my blog he’ll get all litigious and send me a cease and desist order. Could that be counted as like a goal?

Dear little L. Ron Cruise, come out so I can get to work

March 28, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

1:53 pm
Today has been a totally weird day. This morning I woke up late from a dream where my office was covered in ice and I had to slide down an ice-slide to get to my desk. My head was pounding so I took 4 ibuprofen and drank a glass of water to no avail. I watched Starting Over house (which is the best show on television) and got ready just in time for Lars to offer me a ride to work.
Now I’m here and I’m finding it (as usual) hard to concentrate on the ordering of books. For one thing, nobody will tell me if Katie Holmes has pooped out that Rambaldi baby yet…and I just can’t make myself type in a bunch of isbns until I know if I should be getting ready for the great Scientologist revolution or not.
I read Janet Reitman’s Rolling Stone “Inside Scientology” piece and I had a hard time understanding what was so controversial about it. She didn’t really expose anything that I hadn’t heard before. Let me say, before I really get into this that I feel slightly bad about mocking or calling out anyone’s religion. I was raised Mormon so, I know what it’s like to have most of the planet think what you believe is totally retarded. But, let me just quote South Park when I say, Scientology is “way way more retarded.”
In fact let me get the Mormon/ Scientology thing right out of the way. People always like to talk about them in the same sentence… Especially Scientologists when they want to make themselves seem more “mainstream,” which is awesome in its own way. When Reitman asked a leading Scientologist official why they charge (fucking crazy) amounts of money to excel in the church, he responded that well “Mormons make their members tithe 10 percent of their income.” She just left it at that, but let me say this: Mormons do ask their members to tithe 10 percent of their income, but it is a percentage relative to their income. Scientology asks for the same dollar amount from its members for texts and “audits” regardless of their income. Scientology’s salvation comes at a very specific price. Oh, but if you’re too poor you can always become an indentured servant, working 15 or more hours a day in one of their many Scientology Centers for 50 dollars a week, never seeing your children (big thetans in little thetan bodies)…so I guess it’s fair.
The money thing alone freaks me right the fuck out… but, once you start getting into the meat and bones of little aliens battling it out inside your body and generally making you feel crummy until you sit in a room with some douche, who hooks you up to a fake lie detector and makes you talk about all the bad stuff that ever happened to you, refusing to let you leave until you’ve had a “win” (or psychotic break, take your pick)… then, you’ve really lost me.
Supposedly my best friend Tom Cruise is an OT VII (Operating Thetan Level 7). According to the Scientologists Reitman interview, “OTs are Scientology’s elite — enlightened beings who are said to have total ‘control’ over themselves and their environment. OTs can allegedly move inanimate objects with their minds, leave their bodies at will and telepathically communicate with, and control the behavior of, both animals and human beings.”
Oh my god. I think we know what happened to Katie now.

Pizza rolls are the devil’s testicles

March 27, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

My insides are burning. My stomach is turning over on itself and the taste, despite two pieces of gum will not get out of my mouth.
They always seems like a good idea, but they do me wrong, man…they do me wrong. First of all…the gummy outer-crust promises pizza goodness until you bite down. No matter how long you wait, the pizza roll’s guts will burn the living shit out of your tongue. Then, the instant you swallow these pepperoni filled pustules, your stomach will commence in eating itself. DIE PIZZA ROLLS. DIE!!!

A photo essay in two parts entitled, "Bangs: one girl’s frustrating struggle with impatience"

March 27, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized


"frieeeeeeeeend"

March 24, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

Tawnya and Angie are coming home today. That is all.

Bah!

March 23, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

It’s currently 20 degrees at my desk and I’m dressed like a fucking bag lady.

Democratic Cock-is

March 22, 2006 By: Tracy Category: Uncategorized

Lars and I attended the Democratic caucus for our district last night, where we met a host of hilarious characters, i.e. our fellow “liberal, commie-pinko, hippie” neighbors.
Despite my own liberal-commie-ism it’s always been hard for me to attend, join or otherwise be herded into any sort of group or group function. It’s just not in my nature to want to sit in a room with a lot of my fellow humans…no offense.
However, my husband really wanted to go and since I normally totally bring him down socially, I decided to put my hermit-crab-like nature aside and get democratic.
With our curry potatoes simmering, we kissed the dogs goodbye and hopped in Tawnya’s car.
We drove, looking for the west side elementary school, cracking jokes about following the Suburu in front of us bearing the “No one is born a bigot” bumper sticker, but stopped laughing when the Suburu led us right where we needed to go. Ahhh, I love it when stereotypes are helpful.
Things got off to a bit of a late start, but once things got rolling I really enjoyed myself. Our district representative spoke about the last (stupid, crappy, bumalicious) legislative session and how he was disappointed with many of decisions made concerning the budget. It was so refreshing to see and hear a Utah politician actually giving a shit about health care and people with disabilities. It really made me feel warm all over.
When he was done, we broke into our smaller, precinct groups where we met some fucking hilarious people and where Lars ended up volunteering to be one of our three delegates. He’s insisting now that I refer to him as “The delegate from precinct 2422″ or “The gentleman from precinct 2422.” There will be no controlling his ego now.

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