tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61338332011-09-12T08:16:47.905-05:00I'm not quite like this and I'm not quite like that. I'm 27, single, Jewish, given to ranting, silly, moving to Israel, and looking for love. Not in that particular order. JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.comBlogger1781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1107535423179514252005-02-04T10:35:00.000-06:002005-02-04T10:43:43.183-06:00

Yes, again. A week of anxiety attacks, ranging from minor flashes to oh-my-G-d-I'm-going-to-faint. Not the most fun I've had in my life. I've been prescribed Prozac and Xanax. I'm okay with Vitamin P so far, but it's not really having an impact on the anxiety, but I don't want to take the Xanax, especially not at work. I know, it's weird. I should be okay taking something that I need, but I'm

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Updates: Finished the minisweater from Glampyre. Even though it's blocking happily on my bedroom floor and looks really nice (I mean really nice; Kureyon 126 looks amazing in this pattern, so much so that the 116 I've been laboriously working up into the Sitcom Chic cardigan may be frogged and turned into this), the armhole on one arm was bound off too tightly, resulting in an uncomfortable

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I mean, if you're going to smell like a whore, at least you smell like a whore with good taste, right? I couldn't smell anything at first, so I sprayed the Chance on my tummy, too (I hate, loathe, despise the word 'belly', and 'stomach' seems faintly medical, so the infantile 'tummy' it is) and then decided, hey, not quite whorish enough, let's layer it with Allure. So I did, and must now hide

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Things that eating 10 pounds of Oreos will console me for: 1. My yarn has still not arrived yet, and I really, really want to start in on the projects I ordered it for, and granted it's coming from Canada, but how long can that reasonably take? 2. My tummy is definitely becoming the tummy of an almost-28 year old. It has a life and will of its own. It does not want to stay sucked in. No sirree.

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The hair? The boots? Collectively, they are so Cool. I feel so cool, and it's about damned time, too, after a week of slinking around feeling about as attractive as the 10 pounds of cat hair lurking under my couch. (It actually bit me yesterday, too. I was pissed.) I have a cool new spray pomade that smells like oranges--see?--, and even though my enormous feet look more enormous, the boots (have

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My hair, she is so cute right now! Thanks to Jamie and her deft touch with a razor, I am the proud possessor of a cute little shaggy pixie. Much beloved and flicks out ever so nicely with a touch of pomade. (I can and will provide a list of favorite products, in case anyone's interested. I'd love to, so don't feel shy, okay?) Also have re-discovered Murphy, who is permanently link-worthy, and

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Lox+onions+capers+everyseeed bagels=bad, bad, bad breath. But a tasty meal! Also, nothing's really changed. I didn't sleep well last night, and am really tired today, and so anything that I say is, I realize, going to be magnified to the millionth power because of plain old garden variety fatigue. The seder last night went really well; 9 students came, had a nice time, and broke up early because

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Drool, drool, drool. I would make everything in this. Everything. I can't wait to get my mitts on it. Nothing much else to report. I'm stuck here until at least 8pm, making for the first 10 hour shift of the week. (Hey, tomorrow I'll be here for 12; at least tonight I might get home with enough energy to actually make something to eat. The idea!) I don't know where the day went, though. I mean

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Hypothetical: A 27 year old chooses, of her own free will, to spend the weekend at her mother's, knitting (damn, that probably gave the game away), watching teen movies and documentaries on the French Revolution, and scarfing down Chinese in front of BBCAmerica. Is that girl Singular? You bet your ass she is. Hey, it was fun. My mom is basically a 50+ version of me with a taste for fart jokes

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I want to say right now, officially, and forever, that I love Elann with a passion previously only known for half.com. Are you ready for this? Today I order the makings for one neckband, one hat, and one very cool drop stitch/ purposely laddered vest for $35. That's like 12 skeins of wool and cotton--all real, nothing acrylic, ptoo ptoo ptoo--and honey, that is a fricking deal. It's being

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I'm not going to write about certain people today, and the popping of certain short-lived but nevertheless lovely little bubbles. That's just depressing, and I don't need to be more depressed and down than I already am today. (Uncomfortable hose, snow outside, pressing need for sleep, and oh yes, no one loves me. Not a particularly chipper recipe, I'd say.) So I'll talk about knitting. What else

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I did hear back from ICB, and not that anyone should be surprised by this, but it wasn't good. (I admit to being a little hurt and surprised, however. Is it so fucking wrong to want something good to happen in my life?) His email? "No is also an answer." Bastard. Yes, no is also an answer, and that email went in the trash can so fast it made its little evil head spin. It popped up while I was

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I know you were all waiting to hear back: has ICB written me today? Pins and needles, right, people? Well, I was waiting, too. And no, no he hasn't written me back. I'm kind of thinking he won't, actually. And I'm also kind of thinking that continuing to be the one who initiates the emails, even if I do have a scarily clever plan in mind to re-initiate said contact, would be more likely to

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Yep, I bollixed it all up but good. He still hasn't written back. To be succinct: Fuck.

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I think that I may have screwed the pooch with ICB. (In an absolutely, totally figurative sense, of course.) In response to an email of mine that said As in the not making any thing? That's never easy. Unless what you're talking about is getting stiffed for the $50 that your last lapdance client promised to bring by the club once he got paroled...man, that always sucks. and was, okay, I admit,

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ICB and I continue to email back and forth. I can't really shake the feeling of being a cyber-stalker, since I was the one who initiated everything and started the most recent chain (12 so far since yesterday!) of emails. Until gmail introduces some kind of emotional x-ray so that you can automatically tell how the person on the other end of the email is feeling, I'm left feeling unsure about

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A word problem for you: It's 6:19pm on Martin Luther King Day, a day when the university has no classes. It's 1 degree outside. What are the chances of any student showing up to plan next week's Tu B'Shevat seder, even if you have attempted to lure them in with pita pizzas? Sure, it's an existential word problem, but I'm pretty sure the answer is zero. Nada, efes, no one. So I'm here by

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He called me! Twice! I am giddy and trying very hard to restrain myself from mindfucking everything to death...

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He wrote me back! ICB (Israeli Crush Boy) wrote me back! Sort of. In response to this: hey n, how was your mom's schnitzle? bet it was better than you remembered it... just wanted to tell you that I had a great time meeting you and getting to know you better; it's always good to be able to spend time with someone who makes you laugh! and hey, look--my AIM is jessiemullet, if you're ever

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I changed my mind. This is what I want now. Kick $14 over my way and make a girl happy, okay? You should read this, too. It's pretty cool.

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Dude? I'm pissed about the links. Where the hell are they? Why are they showing up in the template section but not in the actual blog? Crap.

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I just spent 20 minutes laboriously trying to add links to my links-deficient sidebar, and I'm hoping against hope that it actually worked out. Today, things not working out? Fairly epidemic. Well, it's not that bad. I just totally spaced on a meeting with the student president, who, while justifiably upset, acted a little bit too close to deserving a can of whup-ass as a birthday present.

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I'm going for maximum efficiency today, fueled by endless cups of Morracan Mint Green Tea (which I cannot recommend highly enough, it being both piquant and delicious) and the realization that unless I get totally, robotically, Martha-Stewart-on-crystal-meth organized this semester, I am going to find myself one morning coming into the office wearing scabby flannel PJs and a 1000-yard stare, the

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The apartment is still clean, folks. No, really. I should take some pictures to show you just how lovely and delicious and grown-up it STILL looks. I have even made my bed. For the second day in a row. (The creaking you hear? That's the sound of the hellmouth opening up, because when I make my bed 2 days in a row, it can only be a sign that Satan is about to assume dominion over the earth.)

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Um. That last post. That was kind of a bad post. I mean, I did feel crappy and pissy and generally mean and unlovable for a while, and then I went back to my apartment, that selfsame abode I've described as 'a pit of despair' or featuring 'Unabomber-esque grubbiness and isolation'. And my mom had completely cleaned it while I was gone. She'd redecorated, vacummed, done laundry, bought me a

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I hate my job, I hate where I live, and I'm chronically exhausted to the depths of my soul. I don't think that's depression. I'm pretty sure that's my reality right now. At some point in everyone's life, an underpaid, overworked, underfulfilling, soul-sucking job must fall, and darned if one hasn't landed in my lap for the past two years. I'm burned out. I live, as so many have so poetically

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Lord. I just wrote this fancy-schmancy introduction to the New Blog, but it done got lost. So let me just jump in the tub and wash the stink and grime of 36 straight hours of flying off, and I'll get right back to you. Really.

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So, I used to be bitter spinister. Remember that? Ah, the irony. The rants. The tears. The occasional one-liner and comment from a reader that made my day. The snark that surely brightened yours. Well, I'm back. And even though I'm still a spinster, I'm trying not to be so bitter about it, trying not to make it my identity, or a terminal stage like some kind of emotional cancer, or some kind of

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So, yo, guess what? Things are better now. Many thanks to Casey and Polly who patiently guided my cracked-out little ship through the shores of parentally-induced heartache; their advice made it a lot easier to be adult and mature and all those things I swore I wasn't going to force myself to be. But the truth? I couldn't take another day knowing that my mom and I were fighting and I was letting

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Bitter is the doghouse with her mother. She's currently thinking of redecorating, because she may be in there for the long haul, given she and her mother's joint inability to bring to closure the fight festering under the surface like an ugly boil but which, through years of conditioning, they have both managed to repress to the point where they're both just merely miserable. There's so much

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I've started this blog entry twice already. You have no idea how totally uninspired I feel today; it's like all my chi has drained out into a puddle on the floor, like someone has pulled the metaphorical plug in the tub out, like all things good and shiny and happy and creative have flown away and are hibernating in Miami Beach for the winter. It's been so hard to wake up this week, and all

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The backstory, the context, the 411: I don't have the greatest skin in the world. Although the rest of my body feels fine about rapidly accelerating into its late 20's, my skin persists in thinking of itself as a jolly, happy, acne'd teenager; I'm sure in its head, it still pictures itself replete with all the bad poetry, thrift store polyester dresses and platform boots I bedecked myself way

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1100292071948529882004-11-12T14:40:00.000-06:002004-11-12T14:41:11.946-06:00

...if she can't get a bicycle: http://thisfish.com/ how the hell am I supposed to???

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Sigh. The past 10 days have been, in this order: --anxiety-ridden (hey, guess what? I had my first (and G-d willing, my last) anxiety attack last Thursday, and it was horrible horrible horrible. Honestly, if I had those with any frequency, I would seriously consider...well, something bad. Because it sucked. And it sucked hard for days afterwards, too.) --pretty good (I got extra seats for

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I feel so depressed. I don't know what's worse: having the liberal bubble I live in forcibly and irredeemably destroyed; realizing that in fact I do live in an almost entirely evangleical Christian, conservative country after all; watching the neo-cons gloat like the Satanic minions they really are; waiting for results to come in, knowing that Kerry's lost and that 11 states voted against gay

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Ever have one of those days where you wake up and think, "Oh shit, not this again..."? I mean, I'm not saying I do, or that this is one of those days. (OK, you caught me. It is! Damn you and your infernal cleverness!) It's cold, it's gray, I ran out of contacts without remembering to order more and so I have to wear my glasses which give me a headache, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1099076344188673262004-10-29T13:48:00.000-05:002004-10-29T13:59:04.186-05:00

(the extra P is for pre-) I. Am. So. Annoyed. Today. I am so annoyed with: --all my students --all my coworkers --the weather that made the rain that soaked through my brand new black pants --the total lack of parking and --the parking ticket that resulted from me having to park illegally to sit at a table for our student canned food drive that made me late for work --the students who beg and

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I'm too blonde right now. I realize that Paris Hilton doesn't believe such a thing to be possible (Oooooh! Did she just get in a pop culture reference? Yes she did!) but it's true. My new hairstylist, who cuts my hair very well, clearly has a different vision of what "beachy-blonde but not too white, kind of pale blonde, like Meg Ryan, and chunky/ messy, with maybe highlights and lowlights,

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(Also, this is maybe not the best post I've ever written. Just so you know.) Lately, no mezuzah is safe from me. Walking in or out of a building--even if it's just leaving the office to get a Coke--I automatically touch it and kiss my fingers. If I don't do it for some reason--full hands, lost in a daze, whatever--I walk back and do it. I'm not a superstitious (I'm pretty sure I spelled that

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1098587604676121842004-10-23T22:06:00.000-05:002004-10-23T22:13:24.676-05:00

...the blog entry also titled "Seemingly Nonsense Syllables That Really Mean Something" Sitcom Chic: my first cardigan! Lookee here: http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEspring03/PATTsitcomchic.html. I'm knitting it in a lovely blue/ green Rowan All Seasons Cotton. I even made a gauge swatch and bought two sets of (Addi!) needles and despite the fact that my eyes are bleeding from stockinette stitch, it

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I'm watching the Red Sox smoke the Cardinals from the luxury and comfort of my parents' house tonight, having agree to pet-sit for them for the weekend while they're off in the kosher lap of luxury at someone's black tie wedding. Actually, not just any someone--one of my former babysitters, who, three years ago, at the very very way too young age of 32, was diagnosed with rampant breast cancer

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...for these ladies: http://chezmiscarriage.blogs.com/chezmiscarriage/2004/10/heart_in_my_thr.html And this is how the blogging world can break your heart and make you a better person: even though I've never experienced infertility, reading about the courage of these women, and the pain that they're going through--their ability to let the rest of the world in on their experience makes their

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I've just installed SiteMeter, so now I can finally, definitively find out how many people don't read my blog. I'd be happy, but I'm afraid my legs look like sausages in these patterned tights, I put too much hair wax in my hair this morning, and oh yes, my sister's having a series of panic attacks in Spain. So things could definitely be better.

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..then read this: http://www.chronicle.duke.edu/vnews/display.v/ART/2004/10/18/4173b1de57041 And what's even worse is the editor's self-serving justification. I feel so bad and so scared for all the Jewish students at Duke right now.

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Yesterday, I hate to say it, but I felt old. I felt every day, every minute, of my 27 years on this planet--every cigarette, every veryvery late night out, every moment spent watching reruns of Dawson's Creek when I should have been getting ready for work (okay, you caught me, that was this morning--it was the evil season where Dawson and Joey hook up for the 145th time, when Dawson starts

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Ooof. If a cat, looking to drag something in, saw me today, he or she would no doubt stick its snooty little tail up in the air and keep walking. I feel that low. I'm just really tired, yo. I need some major sleep time, some weekends without programming responsibilities, some days without back to back meetings, some time off soon. (This, even though I had two weeks of 4-day weekends thanks to

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How amazing was the game last night, y'all? (Not trying to alienate any rabid Yanks fans reading this, even though I might mutter something under my breath about corporate sports teams and the decline of the artistry of the game.) I mean, whether you root for the Bronx Bombers or the fickle Fenway, that was a hell of a game. I was literally screaming at every at bat for most of the 12th, 13th and

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The innuendos are having a marathon in the office today. You can just see them running from place to place. Granted, mostly they're just jogging from one brain lobe to another inside my head, but still--a field day is being had. Mostly because I....erm....I have another Illicit Crush. Why is it that a (fairly) sane, (mostly) normal, (somewhat) mature woman develops crushes on whoever the most

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I live in a dump. A veritable shitpit. A literal hazard. I have to negotiate my way between piles of dirty laundry, folded, clean-but-not-put-away laundry (why is putting it away so damn difficult? it's like I have some sort of mental block about actually taking that step to put it back where it belongs. I can fold it while humming like a sedated housewife, feeling oh so pleased about my domestic

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Na-na-na, gonna have a good time--hey hey hey! I've been knitting up a storm despite the fact that part of my brain knows it's a Yom Tov, and is vaguely aware that the same basic rules apply as on Shabbat. But a bigger part of me is just so incredibly glad to have the time to knit, to play around with yarn, to lollygag (I love that word, even though it does sound like some kind of sexual act

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(...not that I found out that I got into Pardes. I didn't. Find out, that is.) BUT (and this is further proof of G-d answering prayers) My co-worker who was set to staff our winter birthright trip decided that he couldn't do it, for a variety of reasons, and I (me me me me) get to do it instead! Since staffing a birthright trip is pretty much one of my favorite things in the world, I am on a

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It's proving to be an odd kind of Monday. Usually, and as I'm sure I've mentioned before, the Mondays at my office start off with a mandatory 2-hour staff meeting, which ranks only slightly above virulent tropical parasites in terms of pain and grief. They are Not Fun. In fact, they may define the category of Not Fun. Between Patronizing, I Know All Yet Do Nothing Co-Worker, Loudmouth Co-Worker,

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First things first: What do we think about these shoes: http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/1855022/c/19952.html? I readily admit that I do not need them at all, but aren't they cute in that comfy, thick sweater, fall is coming, hip kindergarten teacher kind of way? I don't need them. I shouldn't get them. But they're lurking in the back of my head, whispering, "Buy me. You can make room in your

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Why don't I care? Because: I have on the cutest shoes in the whole goshdarn world. Black pointy-toed flats with hot pink hearts on the side. TJ Maxx was very, very good to me yesterday. I'm not even going to tell you about the hot pink wallet, the amazingly cool red leather tote bag on clearance (!) or the black cardigan. I just ate a really good snickerdoodle. I love snickerdoodles, even though

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As we approach the holiest day of the year, I find myself turning over and over and over again the question I've been asking myself for almost two years now: what kind of Jew am I? What kind of Jew am I, that I'm not locked in some deep spiritual preparation for these holy days? That Elul came and went and I haven't done teshuva in any real way for anything that really matters? That tonight,

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Noa is so right on with http://jerusalemrevealed.blogspot.com/2004/08/because-what-we-need-are-more-jewish.html this. Seriously. I know some seriously ugly, seriously stupid boys who are convinced that they could not just land Claudia Schiffer, but rock her little shiksa butt off. And I know some seriously gorgeous, seriously smart, seriously amazing women who can't find a date with a decent guy

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Somewhere in the world there is something that desperately needs me to buy it so that it can fulfill its mission on this astral plane. Like this: http://www.cafepress.com/jewschool. I'm particularly fond on the "I Don't Roll on Shabbas" one, since that's how I explained my growing observance of Shabbat to my parents last year. I'm just reminding myself daily: nothing, no lipgloss or amazingly

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Apologies again. Between Rosh Hashanah, which led into Shabbat, which led into 7 straight days of intense program and a head cold that makes me sound like a leprous Darth Vader intent on hacking up my intestines, I haven't had the time to update this. I would continue with the update, but that's pretty much it, actually. I've been sick for 4 days now--actually using my sick days for the first

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Because it's Monday.Because Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are all major Jewish holidays, and I'm going to be working 12-14 hours a day starting today to get ready for them. Never work at a Jewish nonprofit if you want to actually enjoy being or practicing Judaism. There is no time for that here, people! We are too busy marketing ourselves for that!Because the administrative assistant

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It's a glorious, beautiful Sunday here. I'd love to be in my pajamas, painting my hideous, hideous toes (my toenails have all been busy breaking off below the quick these days, resulting in a very veru ugly foot situation) and renting stupid romantic comedies (it's not your imagination, Julia Stiles can't act, and yet people hire her for it anyway; it's very Emperor's New Clothes) and knitting

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If anyone's wondering, the Deputy Consul General of Israel for the Midwest is very hot. I was expecting some frazzled, gray-haired old man with a pot belly, and in walks a very tall, very hot dark-haired lad. Who's smart as shit by the way. Oh, and married with two kids. Fucking hell. Why? Why? Why? If I were http://www.belledujour.com, there'd be some coda in which we fucked shamelessly in a

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Woke up this morning, laboring under the delusion that I could sleep late and catch up on all the missed sleep opportunities (ah, slumber! How beautiful thou art!) from the last hellish weeks. No. Not so much. More like I woke up late for a meeting, sick, shaky, with a headache and a pressing need to gobble Tums like so much (chalky, nasty) candy. I don't do prolonged stress well. My body

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I don't even remember the last time I posted here, which means it must be eons and eons ago. Let's just say that work has been ridiculously, amazingly, sleep-reducingly, zit-inducingly busy these past two weeks, with no end in sight. Ten hours days? Nay, I scoff at thee. Try twelve hour days. Try 5 or 6 back to back and then tell me how well your undereye concealer works. My chin is now home to a

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A quick re-cap of Life as I Know It: 1. I'm still obsessed with the Olympics. The grandeur, the human drama, the hot swimmer boys. Bring back the Speedo, damnit! That's my sole complaint these days. Bring back the Speedo! 2. Knitting up a veritable fiber storm, and having a lot of S-E-X. No, not the actual stuff you have to shave your legs for and possibly get waxed in a way that forces you to

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Quick: which colorway do you like the most? http://www.fiddlesticksknitting.com/FleeceColours.html It's for this shawl: http://www.fiddlesticksknitting.com/LotusLarge.html What do you think? I love shawls, and really want to learn to knit lace. Yes, I have heard of biting off more than you can chew. Especially because I also really want to knit this beautiful thing: http://www.knitty.com/

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http://jdatersanonymous.blogspot.com/ I cannot tell you how much this site makes me happy. I had one disastrous Jdate, and the rest of the time kept getting matched up with 45 year old men from places like Floyds Knob and other less attractive places. Not to mention they were all more than mildly unattractive. Not to mention incapable of proper punctuation (true: the fact that one guy, he of the

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1092327805101126112004-08-12T10:39:00.000-05:002004-08-12T11:23:25.100-05:00

(And just to start off by finishing up: yesterday I was wearing a bra--another TJ Maxx speciale, because when one's boobies are negligble, one does not need to spend a fortune trying to hoist up and maximize things that will flat out (pardon the pun) refuse any hoisting or plumping. Anyhoo, it was quite pretty--bright purple lace, and padded a little. There's definitely a very Zen balance thing

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1092243368472089362004-08-11T11:43:00.000-05:002004-08-11T11:56:08.473-05:00

Sorry for the absence--I haven't been out measuring ceiling beams for strength or researching just which tequila/ painkiller combination I should go for (I mean, what are all the young depressed hipsters killing themselves with these days?). I've been moving, which is in itself a whole other level of hell and am sitting here, aching and sore and trying to talk my coworker out of buying a tree (as

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(ick, how horribly high-school-goth-writing-bad-poetry-in-a-secret-journal that title sounds!) Things aren't going too well here in BitterSpinster's head these days. Between the many-times-aforementioned hatred of job and town she finds herself inexplicably still living in; moving; alone-ness and general unexplainable unhappiness, there's not too much joy in Jew-ville right now. Actually, there

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Woke up this morning with the second Monday morning nightmare in two weeks. This time, instead of the OT (office tattletale) chasing me around screaming at me like a harpy in a cheap brunette wig (hey, it was a dream) to get a pamphlet done, this time I was screaming, "Just listen to me!" at some faceless thing. Hmm. Nothing subconscious fighting to get out in that one. Nosiree. Who said

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So, do ya love him now or what? Before, he was just the alternative to Bush, and really, he could have been a rabid homeless wino with bad breath who was using a garden hose to tie off his vein before his next smack OD, and I still would have voted for him. But now, he's the right choice, and his cute running mate ain't hurting his campaign a'tall. I just signed up to be an online media activist

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So, it wasn't going to be a good day. It hasn't been fated to be a good day in some time, between the ravages of PMS and the subsequent takeover of all subcutaneous real estate by the Evil Cyst Army and the ensuing depression/ weep-fest after reading a light-hearted women's fiction romp through some imaginary lady's rocking love life. I have no love life, you copper-haired whore! Why must you rub

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I'm a part of the Girl Wide Web over at www.bust.com. Go check out some very funny, very witty, very rockin' ladies and get a taste of some lip-smackin' good feminism. Yummy. They sent me a button to put on my site, which I'll do as soon as some mad scientist figures out how to teach me HTML while I'm sleeping...

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Not enough time for a long post today (or, to be a wee bit more honest, other people are actually in the office expecting me to get work done, including Him, aka He Who is Now in Charge (Fuck Him)). Marble magnets are very cute, very easy, and very addictive. And wicked, wicked cheap. Let me kidnap the madre's digital cam, and pictures will be put up. Cabling with size 6 needles sucks. And my

JessiePlushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168445120097407370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133833.post-1090879295663541342004-07-26T16:59:00.000-05:002004-07-26T17:01:35.663-05:00

Look at this: http://www.knitrowan.com/html/magazines_slide_show.asp?productCode=ZM35&serial=51 and this: http://www.knitrowan.com/html/magazines_slide_show.asp?productCode=ZM35&serial=51&slideSerial=403 I heart Rowan. I mean, I really heart Rowan.

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I had a lovely, ranty, bitter post all revved up and raring to go about 20 minutes ago. Really, all it wanted to do was to join its sisters in angst on the new, perhaps not improved BitterSpinster. All it wanted to do was to spread the gospel of knitting, the agony of way-ahead-of-schedule-eager-beaver PMS and the attendant pus-laden zits, as well as the pain that is living someplace you don't

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Honestly, does anyone know what the hell happened to my blog? It looks ridiculous. I have absolutely no idea how to fix it. Anyone?

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From my mom's best friend Gail--- "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.  We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!  There is a huge

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This really starts way, way back, at the far end of the Spinster gene pool--back in the Ukraine, actually, when my great-great-great grandfather decided that peasant girls with thick thighs, meaty arms and full, child-bearing hips and the ability to plow fields all day while simeltaneously breastfeeding Yankele and preparing for Shabbat was h-o-t. It continues with my great-grandfather, Chaim,

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What's that, Lassie? Bitter's got a new obsession? She's...knitting??!?   Yes, yes, I am. I finally finished a knitting project for the first time in almost two years. It's a lovely, slightly over-long but very cool olive green mohair scarf (pictures to follow once I steal my mom's digital) and I am re-inspired to knit. Coincidentally, I am also re-inspired to spend gobs of money on beautiful,

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So, I'm digging around for blogs and other good things (because clearly this summer is not about working so much as fucking around and compulsively lying to my boss about it) and came across a website which linked to a website which was a beautifully written ode (I'll try and find it later) by someone on a long-distance bike ride about the woman he loved, which made me follow the link to her page

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Actually, let's say you're lucky enough to have a few. And let's say their names were Katherine, Andi, Andy, Jane, Eric, Yarrow and Kate. And let's say that everyone, everywhere came together to make your birthday (yes, the one you were shitting bricks about and having a good old mindfuck over) a wonderful, wonderful experience.   Then, you would be very, very lucky indeed.       More on the

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And, really, there's not too much that's better than peanut butter. (From a purely eating/ dietary standpoint. Pointy-toed flats are, of course, better than peanut butter, but not nearly as tasty when paired with jam and toast.)   So, in the interests of dicking around at work until I can reasonably leave (post-scolding from BL about being late yesterday), I am going to tell you why I blog, why I

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"[Kirk's teaching] puts a perspective on evangelism that will turn any congregation 180 degrees towards the lost...I highly recommend Kirk Cameron to those pastors who have a heart and desire to see their congregation catch the fire of evangelism through yet another vehicle to reach the world for which Christ died."   See? Now if Corey Haim could just get on board, he wouldn't have to sell his

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(I just want to say that Blogger now offers me a choice of fonts for my artistic and aesthetic pleasure. Please do not be alarmed if the font therefore changes every sentence or two. I am a big, big fan of fonts.)   Where does this story begin? Yesterday, when I woke up seriously late, even for my office in the summer, with a rat's nest on my head that would have done justice to a member of

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Bitter has little to say today. Or at least anything other than the (surely) boring moans and complaints about my life. Also, I'm in the process of psychic recovery from a lovely little family dinner, in which my father a) tries to answer every question for me (annoying, yes-indeedy); b) insults his mother, hurting her 85-year old feelings and looking like an asshole himself; c) my mother plays

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Don't you totally want this? I just read a really, really, really (and let me once again emphasize how deeply, utterly frightening I find this following article to be--VERY VERY VERY) scary article about our (un)elected moron-in-chief: Exclusive: Election Day Worries By Michael Isikoff Investigative Correspondent Newsweek July 19 issue - American counterterrorism officials, citing what

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We love Mathias... "Well written. Bitter eh? :) Aren't we all. I'm glad I happened upon your blog I got some intereting insights from what I can only assume was a candid reflection on your current situation. You sound passionate and write beautifully keep it up. I am intrigued." Oh G-d. I write beautifully. That's so nice. Mathias, whoever you are, you totally made my day.

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Try this if you are bored and interested in wasting time whilst pretending to learn more about yourself. Here are my results: Wackiness: 60/100 Rationality: 34/100 Constructiveness: 72/100 Leadership: 70/100 You are a WECL--Wacky Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a people's advocate. You are passionate about your causes, with a good heart and good endeavors. Your personal

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When it's that time of the month where OB's stock value jumps up a notch, Target runs out of Clearisil and I become a mopey lunatic brat, it can only mean one thing: that treasured woman's time, in which my body lovingly cycles with that of Mother Moon. Or something like that. Personally, I'm thinking it's Mother Moon's revenge on hippy-dippy wimmin for calling something as matter-of-fact as

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I woke up at 8 this morning with a lovely little lump o' dread in my belly, because today is the first day back to work. I mean really, definitely, not leaving this spot for another 10 months and can now be called on all the shit I've left undone for 8 weeks kind of work. Clearly and naturally, I'm a little farklempt about the prospect. I'm competitive, you see. It took me years to realize that

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For any of you who might have wasted a few calories and some brief moments of your life wondering where all the hippies might have gotten to during this long, humid summer, I have the answer: LXXX, a Unitarian Universalist summer camp, where Birks paired with holey, mismatched wool socks are the height of fashion, not an ironic commentary on Things That Make You Look Like You Have Fat Ankles.

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For any of you who might have wasted a few calories and some brief moments of your life wondering where all the hippies might have gotten to during this long, humid summer, I have the answer: LXXX, a Unitarian Universalist summer camp, where Birks paired with holey, mismatched wool socks are the height of fashion, not an ironic commentary on Things That Make You Look Like You Have Fat Ankles.

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At least I'm not her. Not yet, anyway. (Although if my mother sees it, she'll have some web designer create an even bigger, better, glossier monstrosity called "Marry My Daughter! Anyone! Please! She is Wasting All Her Precious Eggs!")

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I feel like she may be the least bit falsely modesty and just ever so twee, don't you?

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...if I'm sitting in front of the computer, albeit sitting in front of it just to surf through my favorite web sites instead of writing a rough draft of the latest RFP? ...if I take an hour-long break to watch Guiding Light, possibly the dullest soap opera out there but to which I have become inexplicably addicted? ...if I spend 45 minutes looking through jdate.com for the worst profiles I can

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...a title that sounds dirty, but isn't. It's just that I'm going to be leaving for a week to run a children's program at a family camp, and won't have any time to chronicle my un-chronicle-worthy life, so look for more than one dose of caustic goodness today. Oh, and I'll be changing the name and address for this blog when I get back. It will be BitterSpinster @ www.bitterspinster.blogspot.com

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Black pointy-toed goodness was had at the local Urban Outfitters (motto: making us all look like faux-NYC hipsters with too much money since 1999) for only $4.99. I was psyched, especially since today is shaping up to be Day Four in a series of accomplish-nothing/ do-nothing/ generally chi-sucking days. But now, it is Day of the Bargain, and so life is good again. Am continuing to read my

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He really did. I think he's trying to be one tough ghetto Jew, but I'm not too sure it worked out. Tell me what you think: I met this honey named Yolanda. You would not believe the things that I told her. She had potential so I thought that I would mold her. You would usually see me and her around town, She had this way that wuz so sexy- Everytime I think about it-makes me woozy. She was just so

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