Piglet

Kaylea=Kaylee

2006-01-12T00:39:32Z

You are Kaylee, the ship's mechanic. You are cute
as a button, chipper, cheerfull and optimistic,
though you panic in a fight. Engines make you
hot and you prefer having sex next to a big,
humming thing.

Which Firefly character are you?
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curious_piglet @ 2005-06-20T22:02:00

2005-06-21T03:02:48Z

1. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
2. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
4. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal.

curious_piglet @ 2005-04-25T11:33:00

2005-04-25T16:52:26Z

so, I was laying in my bed at my mom's house Saturday night drinking in the coolest, most wonderful breeze I've felt in years. I couldn't stop taking big breaths through my nose. the air was so crisp and clean. there was the faint scent of wood burning like someone was having a campfire a few blocks away or something. so there I was, sniffing like a coke fiend with a drippy nose.

anyway...it's good to be home.

Thank you!

2005-03-21T23:34:12Z

I just want to say a big THANK YOU to: Ed, Panda, Jordan, Jeanne, Meghan, Craig, Nummy, Dave, Ernie, and Crystal for providing a truly memorable last night out in the Quarter. I've been able to chuckle to myself the past few days thinking about playing with Amanda's cleavage, watching Drunk Ed teeter back and forth, buying art in the bar, playing "I never", peeing with Jordan, and even hearing all about how fucking amazing Craig's potato was.

For awhile now I've been pre-occupied with thoughts of wanting to go back home, and all of you helped me remember why I became a neva left in the first place.(Jeanne explained to me that is what I should call myself since once upon a time I came to New Orleans, and I neva left.)

Anyway, bless you all, and if you're ever in Minneapolis...you know.

a partridge in a pear tree?

2004-12-08T00:59:53Z

so...I'm finished Christmas shopping. I really am. today is only december 7, and I just ordered my last gift online at neighborhoodies.com. hooray for me. I just love giving presents. especially when I find something PERFECT without any suggestions from the giftee. ok, I admit I am grossly sucked into the sick holiday consumerism. even without the snow. well, MAYBE I'll get one more thing for my dude...although, I don't think he's been good all year...hmmm... I know! anyone who witnessed good or bad behavior by Edward this year should comment. the people will decide if he gets one more present...heehee.

Happy Cakeday

2004-10-01T23:52:24Z

the company I work for was bought out so people have been laid off. more people have quit. and every time someone leaves...there is cake. ice cream and cake in the office every week for months. white frosting. blue frosting. pink frosting! it never ends.

my office gets more like "Office Space" every day.

"The ratio of people to cake..."

the thing that gets me is that we will ALL be leaving the company eventually...probably within the year. do we really need to eat cake every time someone bites the dust? couldn't we all agree to eat cake once a month in memory of coworkers lost?

I guess not.

Friday no longer exists in my world. Friday has been replaced by Cakeday.

I will now think of that puppet on Mr. Rogers as King Cakeday.
Maybe I'll go have a drink at TGICs.

On this day in history...

2004-09-08T15:24:19Z

1921 - Margaret Gorman of Washington, D.C., was crowned the first Miss America in Atlantic City, N.J.
1935 - Sen. Huey P. Long, ''The Kingfish'' of Louisiana politics, was shot and mortally wounded; he died two days later.
1952 - ''The Old Man and the Sea'' by Ernest Hemingway was published.
1966 - The TV series ''Star Trek'' premiered on NBC.
1979 - Singer Pink was born.
1998 - Mark McGwire of the St. Louis Cardinals broke Roger Maris' record for home runs in a single season, hitting No. 62 off Chicago Cubs pitcher Steve Trachsel.
2001 - I went on a "first date" for the very last time.

3 years, baby. I fucking love you!

curious_piglet @ 2004-08-26T20:22:00

2004-08-27T02:04:07Z

my cubicle is situated right under a big glass atrium. on most afternoons, the sun slowly looms into view and then beats down on me for the rest of the day. I notice it around the same time every day...about 12:17. the top of my head gets warm and a glare covers my computer screen. I look up and see the yellow beast edging over the big glass dome. it's like that scene in Interview with the Vampire when Claudia and Madeleine were locked in the pit by the mean, French vampires. except my flesh doesn't actually start searing, and I can usually make it to the end of the work day without turning to ash.

it just gets too freekin' hot.

I had to buy a little desk fan to keep me from getting all sweaty and being the stinky girl in the office.

another drawback to my location is the pigeons. I hate birds. Hate them. and dozens of them camp out right over my head. always in the same spot...rooting around in their own filth. that's the part I really don't understand. the atrium is HUGE. there is a wasted expanse of clean, glass perching area that they never use. day after day they sit in the same shit-on, 12x12 square. sometimes their shadows will fall in my peripheral vision and distract me.

the best days are when a bird finds a way into the atrium and flies around over our heads. some of the women scream as the little bird swoops. one particularly hysterical lady will actually cry until someone manages to force Tweety into an office where they can trap it in a cardboard box. also, some people get dookied on. I didn't believe it at first, but I've seen it happen. when my desk was relocated from under the safety of an actual ceiling to its current location, I was issued a large piece of plastic to fasten up over my head to protect against birdy bombs. really.

I can't believe the weirdness in my office sometimes. so, I just tack up my plastic, sit back in my chair, and pray for rain.

curious_piglet @ 2004-08-20T17:08:00

2004-08-20T22:34:01Z

I was sitting on the couch a couple of days ago watching the Twins (my team!) beat the hell out of the Yankees. I was alone except for the 2 dogs I've been watching for a friend of mine. but with each run, I'd cheer and throw my arms in the air. I'm pretty sure those dogs think I'm crazy.

it occurred to me how silly it was that a group of people I've never met winning a baseball game could make me so happy. but I'm glad that it makes me happy. it's the little things in life that make it worthwhile. "so I take pleasure in the details." (Reality Bites)

some of my favorite details:
riding in the car on a cool summer night with the windows down
waking up naturally
a good beer buzz
when I instantly like a song the first time I hear it
flirting
fresh flowers
an ice cream cone
petting a dog
making someone laugh

curious_piglet @ 2004-08-10T17:48:00

2004-08-10T22:58:53Z

I went to the dentist for the first time in 3 years. yup, my first visit since I moved here. I don't know what's been keeping me from going. maybe it's the stuck-up yankee in me that equates going to a doctor in the south with going to a doctor in a foreign country or something. (just kidding...sort of) I guess I was just thinking I'd be moving back home soon, so I could go to my regular dentist. I miss you, Dr. Enich!

anyway, I had my appointment this afternoon and...no cavities! (takes bow) I called my mom right away to let her know. she is very proud of me.

curious_piglet @ 2004-07-02T18:46:00

2004-07-02T23:52:49Z

I was at work this morning wishing I could go home because Fridays are always dull. The morning hadn't been too bad. I spent most of it wasting time with my cubicle neighbor. she told me the best story about how she once shit herself in Sam's Club. I was laughing so hard I was crying. anyway, around 10:30 my supervisor comes around and tells us that there are toxic fumes in the building. we should all leave and we will be paid for a whole day! hooray for toxic fumes!

fuck this place.

2004-06-28T22:24:57Z

and how exactly am I supposed to get a new inspection sticker when it rains EVERY FUCKING DAY?

Louisiana is bullshit.

curious_piglet @ 2004-06-20T19:55:00

2004-06-21T01:22:15Z

"Let's have a bachelor party! With chicks, and guns, and fire trucks, and hookers, and drugs, and booze!" -Bachelor Party

my, oh my. have you ever tried to drag 300 pounds of drunk up a flight of stairs? or tried to convince that drunk that he shouldn't sleep on the toilet?

imagine half-conscious mumbling. "baby...pork rinds and gatorade...please?"

an hour later:
huagghhh! Hhuuaaagggghhhh! HHHHUUUUUUAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!
(Ginty-a-Go-Go becomes Chunks-a-Blow-Blow)

I would never deny him the roaring fun of a bachelor party, but I will spend at least the next week making fun of him.

mail call!

2004-06-01T23:38:14Z

the company I work for was acquired by another, bigger company. the big company is trying to put our minds at ease by giving us some perks. I received the latest perk in the mail today. it is my FREE "Coping With Change" kit. whoo hoo! Free stuff is the best. getting packages in the mail is 2nd best.

my kit includes some funny stuff:
a CD titled "Breathe: Managing Stress"
a "tens-o-meter" (according to which, I am "CALM")
a magnetic picture frame with smiley faces on it
a journal
a pen that lights up in different colors
a key chain with green glitter and little cut-outs of stars and moons floating inside
AND
a stress "ball" in the shape of a chili pepper with the message "Change can spice things up!"

So, if you're feeling particularly stressed, come see me and I will share all these fabulous remedies.

ha.

JASON

2004-05-28T00:13:31Z

so, I just signed on to yahoo messenger for the first time in years. I used to be borderline addicted in college. I worked at one of the libraries on campus (best job ever), so I sat around on the internet all day long.

anyway, all my "friends" were still listed. and my friend JASON was actually signed on. JASON is someone I actually knew and fucked on a semi-regular basis.

whenever I talk about JASON, I have to say it just like that. like it's written in bold letters. I also have to point at the middle of my waist. here's why:

one night I was getting ready to unfasten Jason's pants. (He was still just Jason back then.) I lifted his shirt to reveal a huge silver belt buckle that actually spelled out his name, hence JASON.

do you have any idea how hard it was to continue with the act I was about to perform without laughing? all I could think was, "At least I'll never forget THIS GUY'S name..."

anyway, I made the mistake of telling my friends, Wes and Kyle, about the buckle. they never let me live anything down. every time they would see me... "How's JASON (point at your waist) doing?"

fuckers.

This is JASON.

piglet-a-go-go

2004-05-25T22:21:38Z

"There's nothing worse than a depressed stripper."
-Allison aka mitsuchic

this weekend I made my first visit to the Hustler Club with Ed, Allison, and Tommy. not bad...not bad. had some drinks and some laughs. saw some boobies. they've got some wild little dancers in that club. one of the girls actually broke into the running man. that's entertainment.

curious_piglet @ 2004-05-23T21:46:00

2004-05-24T02:46:54Z

Shack´ up`
Verb 1. shack up - room or live together; usually said of people who are not married and live together as a couple
(courtesy of the freedictionary.com)

yeah, that's right. my Catholic upbringing pushed back a little further into the closet to make room for a stack of the boy's goofy black t-shirts.

just for shits and giggles (and fodder for my journal entry), we just took a cheesy online compatibility test. we matched in every category. both of us are "traditional romantics", "gifted communicators", "sexually adventurous" (sorry, I'm sure nobody wants that information). our astrological assessment was positive too..."The best aspect of the Pisces-Pisces relationship is that they get along together swimmingly. They are the envy of the Zodiac when it comes to a peaceful, beautiful relationship. They are very devoted, loving, mellow and will always be there when their partner needs them most. Together, they are a very loving pair."

awww...I love you, baby!

free cheesy bread....FOREVER!

2004-03-12T14:14:58Z

awhile back, Ed and I got a card in the mail entitling us to a FREE order of cheesy bread with our next order of Dominos pizza. so, we used it. oh, the cheesy goodness. the delivery person failed to collect the card from us, so we used it again. and again and again and again and again. nobody ever asked for the card, so we just kept calling for more free cheesy bread. fabulous. and it gets better. yesterday in the mail we got ANOTHER card, so we have a back-up now. even if they take one, we can still get the free cheesy bread. I feel the kind of security you can only feel when you're playing Monopoly and you have BOTH "Get Out of Jail Free" cards. it's nice.

I (heart) my geek.

2004-02-14T21:43:18Z

Valentine's Day! Cherished by some...lamented by others...and a good excuse to eat candy for the rest of us...

love love love is in the air!

To my angel-of-a-boyfriend: Thank you for putting up with me. You are my best friend, and every day with you is like Valentine's Day. I love love love you!

To the rest of you: If you can't have love love love, have fun fun fun. Here are some amusing links:

Acme Heart Maker
The Love Calculator
Savage Love

yum yum yum

2004-02-11T03:24:11Z

I'd like to dedicate this post to my good friends, Wes and Kyle.

They are good friends for traveling across the country just to spend a few days with little ol' me. They are GREAT friends for bringing 2 containers of "Top the Tater" along with them. yum yum yum. Top the Tater is distributed out of Minneapolis, and it is not available in this part of the country. So, for those of you who do not know, Top the Tater is a magically good sour cream-chives-onion combination that makes the absolutely best chip dip in the world. It is so good in fact, that I shall compose a little poem...Seuss style!

Ode to Top the Tater

Top the Tater is the biggety-bomb.
Too good to even share with Mom.

I could eat it days and nights.
Should be served on all domestic flights.

I would eat it off the floor.
It keeps me coming back for more.

My precious, white, green-speckled goo...
Top the Tater, I love you!

Thanks for coming, Wes and Kyle! I love you guys even more than chip dip!

on the road

2004-01-30T19:37:42Z

Awhile back I made a goal that I would at least set foot in all of the 48 contiguous states by the time I was 30. Of course I made that goal when I was about 20 years old and 30 seemed so far away... Now I'm staring down my 26th birthday and I'm only about halfway there. DAMN! Where did the time go? I need to do some serious road-trippin'. Anyway, check out my progress...

create your own visited states map

$$$$$$$$$$$$

2004-01-28T01:31:09Z

I love tax time! show me the money!

I would highly recommend H&R Block's online tax program.

here kitty kitty kitty...

2004-01-28T00:08:36Z

You are Custard from Strawberry Shortcake! Ahh, you
live the good life. You're cute, loved by all,
and you enjoy simple things - a warm bed, sunny
days, yummy desserts, and a good
belly-scratching.

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It's all in the past...honest...

2004-01-14T22:03:34Z

the STARS at NIGHT!!! are BIG and BRIGHT!!!

2004-01-14T03:27:34Z

So, last week I went on my first "business trip". I am such a grown-up...(haha) and my first work adventure took me to our wild, exotic neighbor to the west..Texas.

the Dallas/Fort Worth area to be exact. Baaah Bah-Bah Bah Bah-Bah-Bah (that's the beginning of the "Dallas" theme. It doesn't translate well to print.)

ok...2 funny things about my trip...
1. I saw Family Feud en Espanol!
2. I threw up on the plane!
I really did. Isn't that the dumbest thing? I was sitting in my seat, thankfully not near any other passengers, not feeling so well. I was thinking "I'll be ok until we land. I'll be ok until we land. I'll be ok until we land.I'll be ok until we land."

I was so wrong.

All of a sudden my mouth was full of saliva. This is what happens right before I puke. I drool. I was nostalgic for college days hung over a strangers toilet for about 3 seconds. Then...I pulled out "the bag". I really did. I sat there in my seat and unloaded in 4 nasty, spewy bursts. So, there I was, holding a warm little pouch of yuck. Then comes the fun part. I got to push the button that summons the flight attendant. "I'm not feeling very well. I'm sorry." (holds out "the bag") She was very nice about the whole thing. She brought me a towel, another cool towel, and a cup of ice water. Go Cindy on American Airlines! I love you.

So, that's my geeky story for today. tune in next week when I discuss the time I thought I could pee out a window. (ha)

P.S. The state mammal of Texas is the armadillo.