Burning Fire

Angela knows about this list, and since she's the only one who reads this, I'm not bothering to preface this with anything. (And, yes, all of these are dictionary-verified words and I'm providing you with definitions to my favorite ones)

• superficial
• depthless
• farcical (adj. Ridiculously clumsy; absurd.)
• deficient
• moronic
• stupefied
• brute
• bumbler
• schmo
• cantankerous
• knavish (n. An unprincipled, crafty fellow. [I love this one!])
• shameless
• vexatious (adj. Causing or creating vexation; annoying.)
• duplicitous
• pharisaical (adj. Of, relating to, or characteristic of the Pharisees. [HA!])
• puerile (adj. Belonging to childhood; juvenile.)
• disheartening
• stymie (n. An obstacle or obstruction.)
• malicious
• calamitous
• bread-and-butter (yes, that is actually in the dictionary as a synonym for immature ... heehee)
• dense
• boorish
• dim-witted (Thanks to Ang for this one)
• swinish (adj. Resembling or befitting swine; Bestial or brutish.)

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Baby Micky!!! I love him!

Adorable. Even holding a coke! He is so little and cute ::pinches cheeks::

Ooh, looking sullen. Why can't I see that when I look at the car next to me, instead of a bunch of Mexicanos?

::sighs:: ... I've seen that scarf in other pictures. That means I must have one.

Rock and roll circus, I presume? All I can say to this is "Mick, Mick, bring me Mick!"

Still no better looking person alive! Looking wonderful on tour...

::kisses:: We love you Mick!!!! ....

"63 is fine by me!"

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"What doesn't work, of course, is the University of Michigan baseball cap. But I have never successfully managed to convince him that baseball caps, as an accessory, are wrong on everyone."

Someone who agrees with me! I love this book already! What a quirky writer, even if the book ends up being dumb, her style is very great. She describes the little scenes going thru her head and gives people pet names (like "Red Leather Break Dancing Jacket) just like me.

Could it be a "Chick Book" or a "Beach Read"? I have yet to say, but ... I'm pretty sure the answer will be yes.

Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot

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Tell me this isn't the funniest picture you've seen in a while? We all had a good, communal laugh here in the office over it ;)

Luscious Lemon isn't all that great. However, for some reason, I'm half way through it and still going. I think I'm about to head back over to Mr. Treves, Lady Tressilian (oh wait, I guess not them, they're both dead now) and Nevile and his 2 wives... (me and Audrey Ricketts ... hehe!)

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"He walked a little sideways, crablike. This, the result of being jammed in a door during an earthquake, ..."

What? It's not supposed to be funny! This is a serious book (by the way, I've moved on to Agatha Christie's Towards Zero). But, I laugh aloud, nonetheless (Ha! That is all one word, Ian-who-doesn't-believe-me).

So, as I start this new book, I've found myself picturing everyone in the story as someone I know. Maybe cuz they all seem to have names that I already relate to someone else. Regardless of why, it's pretty hysterical (in my head...) to picture theses people in top hats, suits, with canes and British accents, gathering around fireplaces saying things like "chap".
If it were a movie, this credits would run something like this...

Mr. Treves .......................... Trev, with powder in his hair cuz his character is 80 years old
Rufus Lord, K.C. ................. KC, obviously, but still with his long hair
Young Lewis ....................... Lewis, complete with his little emo glasses
Andrew MacWhirter ......... Little Mousey Andrew
Superintendent Battle ...... Mr. Madden, because for one second I thought he was the superintendent, but then it was too late and it stuck
Nevile Strange .................. Jessica Neville, with a mustache drawn on her face
Audrey ............................... Audrey Ricketts
Lady Tressilian ................. Grandma Sparks, I don't know why. I just thought of her.
Thomas Royde .................. Thomas Hoffman
Allen Drake ....................... Drake, from the Sierra Jensen books. Yes, I know he's not real.
Ted Latimer ...................... Diana's brother, Marcus, because they are Latvian.

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"Andrew's message clicks off and the automated answering machine man comes on: 'No. More. Messages.' Like I need this guy rubbing it in. Sometimes I have visions of the automated answering machine man trying best to maintain a monotone, while laughing into his sleeve between messages and stuffing his mouth with pork rinds."

Teeheehee. I like Eliza. This book is funny. Sometimes.

So, here I am. Back at work. Again. Already. I always think of that one scene in 9 to 5, on Jane Fonda's second day of work: "Oh, it feels like I was just here!" "Don't worry. You'll get used to it."
But I don't wanna get used to it! Unfortunetly, I have.

Ok, question of the day - tell me why this picture (of Gavin's derriere) on Facebook is tagged with my name:

P.S. I'm back. Found another funny passage that you will appreciate: " I am familiar with the surreal, disjointed feeling of having discovered a word that's common to the rest of the world but which you've never heard before. It's like the first time I encountered 'mirage' at the age of 18. It can be truly disconcerting. You start to wonder what other common words - the equivalent of table, chair, cake - have been narrowly missing your life for 26 years."

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"They met when Hannah entered the program two falls ago, after she got back from London. For Alan, either the proximity of academia or the proximity of Hannah's year in London seems to have entitled him to be part British. He says 'post' instead of mail, 'cheers' instead of see ya. He calls me 'e-LI-za', with a mournfol note on the second syllable, like some trying-to-be brogue. On, the outside, I smile at Alan politely. On the inside, I am screaming: You're from Newark, for fuck's sake!"

Heehee. I am thoroughly enjoying my newest dopey, for-entertainment-only book Getting Over Jack Wagner. Despite the funny little things in it, she said something that I wholeheartedly shook my head in agreement with a few pages back:

"Because there is always that initial moment - the instant when you rock star does that one small but critical, spontaneous, no-going-back, split-second-of-a-thing that reveals, instantly but definetly, that you will not be spending the rest of your life with him. For example: ...
b) the moment at the beach when he's ... tossing one of those obnoxious whistling beach toys
These are not big things, like political preferences or religious beliefs or really bad haircuts (Ha! She agrees - hair is a HUGE thing!) ... These are the moments that happen by instinct, not designed to score or convince or impress, and that's what makes them more alarming."

I love to read :)

Posted by Mrs. Jagger at 11:53 AM | Permalink | Comments

Today I walked down the stairs and said something that (I think it was her) Ms. B used to say and that I had always found incredibly corny:

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

I would say that it is the start of my (InsertHisNameHere)-Free life, but that is not possible. Had the "Rocker Not Roca" Plan (which, may I add, was a total sucess!) started out to remove KC from my life completely, it would have failed. I'm sorry, this is not Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind and life is not that easy. Once you've known someone, you can -I've learned- never absolutely remove them from your life. You may not see or talk to them anymore, but the memories that involve them just aren't going anywhere.
So! All that said, today is the beginning of Operation: I Don't Live With My Mom. The goal is not rid so much as not to care. Because, when you don't care, ridding comes inevitably and naturally.
The First Step in these Crystal Relationship Ridding Programs is quite fun - make a list of ALL the things that you hate about them. Things they do, things they've done, the way they look - anything!
Then, also fun, is Step 2 in which you make little funny signs with clever sayings to put around your room. Example from Roca: "We wear clothes that fit!"
Then ... I don't know. Oh, you tell lots of people about your plan, so they can laugh, but help you stick to it.
So, follow my 3 Step program next time you need to rid your life of someone stupid that you are inexplicably still hanging on to.
Updates will come as they happen... ;)

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I did not let my Blogger die!! It is very much alive.
Stupid MySpace.
I just haven't written here cuz you're the only one who reads it and now that you live with me, I see no point.
Then again, I like writing in here. I think I'll being anew.

"Somebody's got a case of the Mondays!" I thought that when I got up for work today. Hehe. What a let down of a movie. I think I woulda murdered that uberhappy woman who said that... I hate working. I hate working. I hate it. The only thing keeping me alive today is that my boss has a doctors appointment and while she's gone, I can listen to music. How sad is it that my only inspiration for being alive today is about an hour of music?
I also hate, hate, hate people who don't return phone calls. And people who suddenly and mysteriously don't want to be friends anymore.
"Meh, people, meh."
If I here the phone ring that little "danananana" one more time, I'm gonna lose it.
And it's only Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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