Woah, waitaminute!

This blog,

in one incarnation or another,

has its two-year anniversary

today.5

(2/29/00).

Feeling very grown up:

Made a ton of reservations—

plane, hotel, conference (x2)

Had a room full of Toastmasters

shouting "I am awesome!" with me.

I won the speech contest.

Houston,

we are GO for launch!

...

IT WORKED!

Software going live tonight.

I'm so nervous I could pop.

Perhaps the tea isn't helping.

And in the streets

the children screamed...

A dear soul has given me

CTY classics

on a CD!

*Sigh*

Did I mention?

I'm logging my dreams

as part of

Like Sand Like Leaves.

But I sent the best one to Fred.

Ate lunch outside!

Rejuvinated, refreshed,

and just a little bit tan.

Geek bliss!

Cable modem,

router,

...LINUX!

'cept I can't figure out

how to do anything. *sniff*

Bitch Magazine's

rant on fat jokes.

Thanks, Remi.

King cake has babies in it.

Babies, I tell you!

Theme for today:

Stop talking

two sentences sooner.

Or, really,

more knowledgeable,

as Grandpa Joe

would be quick to point out.

What doesn't kill me

is making me

smarter,

anyway.

Welcoming the beast:

We've signed up for cable

internet!

Still,

it comes from Time Warner.

*shudder*

I'm picking glitter

out of my eyebrows.

Observation:

Cajun food consists entirely

of seafood.

The other ingredient

is vermin I don't consider

edible.

Got a sonic toothbrush yesterday.

Is it inappropriate

to show your co-workers

your teeth?

Oh. Well. I like it,

anyway.

Brotherhood of the Wolf:

Graphic, gripping, unsettling.

And subtitled.

Wanna see it again.

That's an

Evil Midnight Bomber

reference, by the way,

not an Austin Powers.

And I said:

Yeah,

Baby,

Yeah!

At 12:34,

I made a wish,

and it came true.

Like tempering steel,

this isn't killing me.

It isn't working.

*sob*

Saying "Please leave your name

and number,"

always seemed superfluous.

For my friends,

apparently not.

Sheesh!

And I had

a faboo birthday.

Party, friends, cake, presents.

Yay!

Eep!

Neil Gaiman

answered my letter!

(On Jan 31)

I've never owned

black jeans

before.

I feel stylish.

Hee hee hee:

Saw the Globetrotters

last night.

Awesome!!

Coworkers

took me to lunch

for my birthday.

^_^

Mardi Gras

is not

a Pagan holiday.

It's the freakin' opposite!

Today,

a quarter century.

Tomorrow:

half a poker deck.

a dream journal

prompted by

Like Sand Like Leaves