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Where’s a guided missile when I need one?

April 30, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

Gah! Scar-Jo’s interpretation of this song, while reminding me not-so-fondly of Taylor Dayne and maybe even a touch of Shakespeare’s Sister also makes me question the existence of God.

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And now as it was intended. You know I couldn’t leave you hanging with that musical equivalent of an epic “beer shit” lingering in your ears.

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So if…

April 30, 2008 By: Tracy Category: Twitter

I just spent an hour picking off every fleck of nail polish, on both hands because I couldn’t just “live with the chip” on my thumbnail. Does that make me crazy?

Crushing

April 28, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

Aamir Khan, or Khaaaaaaaaaan! as I like to call him.

Check him out as the lead in this super sassy “getting ready for the big cricket match” montage-of-power scene in Lagaan. It’s totally Eye-of-the-tiger-esque.

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And sassily flying kites with Nandita Das in the film Earth.

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And being painfully cuddly on this creepy “Inside the Actor’s Studio” rip-off..

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It should surprise no one that my Netflix is filled with Bollywood movies and Hindi art house films.

flu=balls

April 25, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

Tawnya,

You totally deserve having your name attached to a blog whose permanent url has the word, “fluballs” in it

Thanks for the germs.

Snow=balls

April 24, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

snowing

Summer 1993 – Journal entry

April 24, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

I work in a bar in St. Anthony Idaho called the Silver “Fucking” Horseshoe.

I’m a barmaid. I say things like, “Another Bud, Bubba?” while Bubba wipes the sweat from his porcine neck, licks his lips and says, “Actually I’m a little hungry – how ’bout you ferr an appetizer? Heh heh.”

I want to kill Bubba. I want someone to kill me. I had to lie about my age to get this stupid job in the first place – so it’s my own fault, but still.

Men are really stupid when they’re drunk. They piss me the fuck off. All night I’ve been daydreaming of breaking beer bottles and slicing throats. You wouldn’t believe some of the bullshit they say to me. Fuck. You. Drunkies! Fuuuuuck you.

I’m in the bathroom right now. Menstruation sucks. Cigarettes make me nauseous. Urrrrr.

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What work looked like last year

April 23, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

I was organizing my photos on Flickr, when I came upon this beauty. This face is expresses exactly what it felt like to have the job I did at the time.

There were certainly a few drawbacks to leaving that job behind – not seeing the very dear friends I made there as often is really the saddest and most pressing of my woes, but really for the job itself, I cannot complain.

My friends have moved on as well and when I think of us, together in the trenches, I really miss it. Not the trenches so much, but the bonds we created while trudging through them. My friend Lisa saw me make this face, probably countless times and even though I’m sharing it with all of you she’ll understand it better than anyone.

work face

Redesign 6000

April 22, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

Today’s redesign did not go easily. Note to self – do not attempt to relaunch page without uploading the new CSS.

Another note to self- do not attempt to redesign a website after recoding the brutal CSS of a Microsoft product.

All code and no ice cream sandwiches make Lateshoes a sad girl.

But, all is well now and everything is pretty much as I intended this morning. Apparently all I needed was 5 episodes of season 2 Battlestar Galactica in the background and a Skinny Cow ice-cream sandwich to make the magic happen. See and you thought that ice-cream sandwich reference was totally random.

Silly.

Spinal Crap

April 21, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

I’m sitting in bed with approximately 12 pillows crammed behind my back. I told Lars I was too delicate for things like weeding and yard work and all that bending-at-the-waist crap. But, did he listen?

No.

Now the muscles at the base of my spine are seized up tighter than Dick Cheney’s ass.

Finally!

April 21, 2008 By: Tracy Category: diary

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