Wild(e) On!

I didn't quite finish Oscar Wilde's Complete Short Stories, but since they are just short stories, I didn't have to finish the whole thing, right? I like him; I like his writing. He is one of those historical figures I would have liked to have known personally. And I know he had a hard life, what with prison and all, but his fairy tales are quite disturbing. You think it will end pleasantly, but the then the last sentence will literally be "He died poor and alone. Everyone hated him."

Listen up children: life is hard, unfair, cruel. Worst of all is love. Whatever you do, DO NOT FALL IN LOVE! You will die alone. The end.

Favorite quote: The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else... ("The Remarkable Rocket")

Help!

Seriously, I'm so addicted to eBay. I need to join a twelve step program...

Martha, Martha, Martha

So her new show kind of sucks. I loved the old show. It was really informative and had lots of cooking, crafting, gardening. There was an occasional guest, but in a very controlled environment. And there was no fucking audience! Now that she wants to be not only popular, but liked as well, her show has gone down the crapper. Now she's more interested in entertaining us than in educationg us. If I want to be entertained I watch cartoons. If I want to be educated I watch Martha. Only not anymore. I'm quite heartbroken. At least I still have her magazine to comfort me...sniff sniff.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd much rather kick in the eye?--"Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"/The Smiths

Of all the people...

...for me to have a dream about...Bill Nighy? And he wasn't Bill Nighy, he was someone else. And I shook his hand and was very pleased to meet him. Didn't even remember the dream until I saw a picture of him in a magazine just now.

going up...throwing down...

If you're ever bored on an elevator, I've discovered a fun game. Figure out which of the people on the elevator with you, you could beat up in a bare-fisted fight. Children count. There were six in the elevator with me this morning. I think I could take three of the girls (there were two other girls and one guy I do not believe I could beat). One girl I probably could not normally beat up, but her foot was in a cast and I think that would give me the edge. Grr!

If it weren't for the fact that I view eBay as one gigantic department store (albeit, where I'm not allowed to try anything on), I prolly would have noticed that I had totally missed the Barney's Warehouse sale. I'm dead disappointed as I could have used some new shoes (Snowman would disagree, but what does he know about a girl's need for shoes?).

I'm afraid of Virginia Woolf

I gave up on To the Lighthouse. I found it quite laborious and boring to read. I'm not saying I won't try and read her again at some point; I mean, I do feel obligated to make it through one of her books. But I shall save it for my convalescence, when I've nothing but time. I've substituted her with Oscar Wilde and I'm already enjoying it a thousand times more. Who could not love a story about a happy prince, after all?

If I ever...

...have a baby, I want to watch The Golden Girls while I'm in delivery. Or Tom & Jerry. It's a toss-up. I love them both; it's not polite to have favorites.

Raise your hand if...

...you're so excited about the new fall line-up on TV! I am! I am!

eBay addict

I have to stop with the eBay! I've sold three pairs of shoes and hope to unload many more, plus a few coats, and a sewing machine. I've bought two pairs of shorts, a pair of white sandals and an insanely gorgeous tweed coat. It's not like I'm buying crap I don't need or don't think about very seriously before I bid on, but I've been trolling the site like crazy, loading up my watchlist, seeing people walk away with things for either really great prices or really shitty ones ($60 for a LAMB tank top? No thank you). It's not that I want all that stuff but the possibility of getting it in absolutely intoxicating...