Sometimes I talk about stuff.

Seek confidence in whatever body nature has granted you, don't judge others on their body types and don't buy into marketing designed to make you loathe your body so you'll spend $$ on products that won't actually make you any happier with yourself.

I have made my journal a Russian tequila advertisement. It's sort of bizarre enough that I like it.

MIKA.

Joe Biden's middle name is Robinette.

Why, in almost two months of campaigning, has no one alerted me of that middle name?  I consider it to be at least as big a threat to America as Barack Omg!Hussein Osama Obama.  

Fuck religious holidays. Especially ones that require fasting. I shall be celebrating Ramadan the same way I do Yom Kippur and Lent: Bacon, and lots of it.

I saw Mercedes for the first time since June (I think). I feel like I never see anyone and time is passing by really quickly. I just get up, go to work and come home exactly the same way every day and everything has to wait until tomorrow because I'm tired. And I'm always tired.

We had tea and dessert at Rimsky's, which I hadn't been to since last year. I missed Rimsky's. It's so...comforting. It could easily be a pretentious hipster hang out, and maybe it is, but it feels so...organically grown and uncontrived. And the underwater theme in the bathroom with the guy in the kayak and the feet and fishing line danging from the ceiling are great.

We went to the video store afer that -- I biked there on my mother's horrible mountain bike because the rear tire is flat on mine and I've been too lazy to pump it up with my hand pump. I had already biked downtown to work earlier and then from the bookstore to Rimsky's and I was having a really bad time with it, but Mercedes wouldn't hear of taking the bus. I made it home eventually anyway, but I hate that bike. It loses momentum almost immediately when you stop pedaling. And either I can't figure out the gear shifter or it doesn't work.

At the video store, we rented 8 1/2 Women, which is a fucking bizarre movie. Basically it's about this guy and his son and their house full of concubines. And it's just all very weird. There's a woman who's obsessed with pachinko and another who's having a sexual relationship with her pig, Hortense. And obviously the half, but it's really less than clear who she is and what she has to do with anything and why she's half a woman. Anyway. It probably means something, being an arty sort of film, but I really can't be bothered figuring it out. The fuckedupness of that and being sleep deprived is making me feel weird, so I'm just going to forget about it and go to sleep.

WTF facebook? It's in Agra, I know that, but since when is the Taj Mahal one of the seven wonders of the world? I know there are a few lists of "seven wonders of the world" (natural, new world, etc.), but, unqualified, "Seven Wonders of the World" usually means the pyramids at giza, the colossus of Rhodes, the hanging gardens of Babylon, the lighthouse at Alexandria, the statute of Zeus at Olympia, some guy's mausoleum and um....something else. Temple of Artemis. I knew that. The Taj Mahal didn't exist until hundreds of years after they came up with that list. In conclusion, fail.

I meant to write about the quilt I've been working on. I even took pictures. But I have to work ass early in the morning and it's a quarter past eleven, so I'm just gonna go to bed.

I've missed my tea shop on 23rd. It's actually called Tea Chai Té, but I find that to be an excessively stupid name so I just call it "my tea shop". It's the only place that really rivals Think Coffee in my affections. It's not like they're directly in competiton anyway, being located on opposite sides of the country. But they both have very comfy chairs, free internet and delicious beverages, of either the tea or coffee variety. And they don't care if you hang around all day. Which is precisely what I'm doing at the moment.

I had the Tsarina Blend earlier, which was quite nice and now I'm having a pink grapefruit bubble tea, which is a bit weird. The tea is nice and the tapioca pearls are nice, but they don't really go well together. I usually get plain tea flavoured bubble tea anyway. Or taro.

I'm totally going to sign up for Zip Car. It would totally be worth being able to have a car whenever I wanted, without being subject to whether my mother is using it or whatever.

Also:
"Michael Joseph will publish the sequel to Stephen Fry's bestselling memoir Moab is My Washpot in autumn 2010. M.d. Louise Moore acquired the as-yet-untitled autobiography in a one-book deal from Anthony Goff at David Higham, buying European exclusive rights minus Canada and serial but including audiobook rights. Three publishers are understood to have bid for the book, all offering the same sum.

Moab is My Washpot related the story of Fry's first 20 years, and was published in 1997 by Random House, which also publishes Fry's fiction. Penguin General m.d. Tom Weldon said the second volume would pick up where Moab left off, and follow Fry as he went to Cambridge for his university years. Moore said she felt "very lucky" to have the chance to work with Fry.

HarperCollins publishes Stephen Fry's in America in October."

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I got a new Macbook and I'm testing my livejournal client. And I'm back in Portland. And Erin and Mercedes and I drank beer and ate pizza in the park and it was sunny. How lovely.