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Jake was on Letterman last night. Sigh. After Silence of the Lambs and Copycat I swore I wasn't going to watch another movie about serial killers. I might be breaking my promise this time.

Danielle Steele has written 67 books. Apparently her recent one, Coming Out is a complete bomb. Which says something, if that's what her fans are saying.

Disclosure: I went through a Danielle Steele phase when I was in high school.

My girlfriend called me this morning to tell me take the Tofurkey out of the freezer and put it in the fridge before I left. But between the time I hung up the phone and got out of bed, I completely forgot - until I got to my desk. Oops. I figure a Tofurkey doesn't need that much time to thaw, does it? And oh yeah - we are storing the Tofurkey for a friend, too.

I just remembered this because sdn asked today, "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

When I was in kindergarten I had trouble distinguishing between words that sounded very similar. I told my teacher I wanted to be a veteran. She very kindly told me she thought I probably wanted to be a veterinarian. What's a few syllables?

I also didn't really know the difference between the lavatory and laboratory, and when asking to use the bathroom would use those interchangeably (my father worked in a laboratory).

I haven't had any confessions in a while. Here are two.

1 - I think freckles are sexy.

2 - I may or may not have squeaky feet.

On Saturday I saw trailers for two movies I want to see.

1. Jesus Camp - this movie is a documentary about evangelical Christians. I am fascinated by the evangelical movement in this country. Don't ask me why, I just am.

2. A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints - even though it fits all my rules for movies that I generally refuse to see, it has Robert Downey, Jr. in it, and that causes me to drop my standards like ... well ... ahem ... you can fill in the simile for yourselves.

More thoughts on (trans)gender

This is prompted by a comment I made to someone a few days ago, and these thoughts are what one can consider to be a "work in progress". If you think this post will piss you off and make you want to yell at me, please keep your comments to yourself. If you are willing to engage with me, that is another thing altogether. I am trying to explore something that feels very tender and difficult, and I am asking for help to "unpack" my prejudices.

( stuff about trans )

Also, I was thinking about how much I am motivated by the approval and acceptance of others. I believe this is a motivation for many people. Humans are social creatures and we need our group. I choose to surround myself with people who accept me, and the people that don't, I tend to avoid. I interpret their acceptance as a tacit approval. Three of the most intoxicating words you can ever say to me are: I adore you.

Last night we met up with a friend who was visiting town. After dinner we meandered along Broadway, buying some fun bath stuff at Bliss Soap - oh sigh, a store like Lush within walking distance. This is going to take some real discipline not to spend oodles of money there. Finally we ended up at Bailey/Coy.

I know Alison Bechdel is coming to town next weekend, and I figured I was going to buy her book Fun Home, so why not just get it last night? Then I told my girlfriend not to let me read it until after our bookgroup meeting on Sunday. We both failed. I started reading it last night. I didn't want to put it down. I was sitting on the couch and the gf turned off the lights. I had to chuckle, though, because she was doing what I asked, and it WAS late.

1. I am attention whore. But I'm sure you all knew this about me already.

2. I hate anyone to touch my knees. Even me. Even you. Even my girlfriend. Yes, that makes me weird.

From a friend: How to dress emo

Another friend makes plush donuts, and now, teeth! Check out the dentistry division.

Our new couch and chairs arrived this morning. Now I have to figure out how to get rid of the old stuff.

ETA: I've been meaning to confess: I don't really like cats. Or horses. Unless they are miniatures. But I do think hedgehogs are really cute.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to say hamburgerger - it always felt more complete than just "hamburger." Apparently as an adult I'm having the same problem with the word intriguing - I keep wanting to spell it intriguiguing.

Move over Hello Kitty and Bad Batz Maru! I have a new kawaii crush - Monokuro Boo!

And I found this site that amused me: Kawaii Gifts.

Last night my girlfriend was griping about my current obsession - Jake Gyllenhaal. She told me I was acting like a crushed-out 16-year old. I told her I was in touch with my inner 16-year old. At some point late she apologized for giving me shit about it, but I told her it was a win/win, because I got to obsess over something for a short time, and she got to give me to shit about it (something she likes to do). We both thought it was funny.

I like Lucinda Williams songs when I hear them on the radio, but when I saw her live show, I thought it was so awful I walked out.

What have you done that your parents didn't want you to do?

For me, the first thing was getting my left ear double pierced. Although I was a good girl and waited until I went to college, which is when my mother wanted me to do it. I'm sure there have been other things, but that was the first.

Tell me something you like about yourself and something you admire in an other person.

Yesterday a co-worker gave me some Reese's Pieces. I put them on my desk, went away for a bit, and when I got back was mildly confused about all the ibuprofin scattered next to my keyboard. D'oh!

I can't stand Bonnie Raitt.

I am listening to KMTT online, which is a local radio station. They are currently playing Closer to Fine and I am almost reduced to tears.

Last night after my yoga class I talked to my teacher about moving up to the next level. I've been at I-II for 5 1/2 years. She thought I was ready; I think I'm ready. Now I'm thinking - ooooh shit. Fortunately, I have a month to get used to this idea, as the next session doesn't start until September. It's good to stretch one's comfort zone (that's my mantra right now). Aieee!