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the Andy Warhol shoe calendar C. gave me is especially eye-catching this month [october octobre oktober]: a red and hot-pink square-plaid shoe with a hot-pink pawn for the heel and a burnt-orange knight at the front, all against a checkered orange background. Andy's quotation for the month reads,

and now what people want

is only one of a kind.

[side note: i'm still learning the handmade world's lingo. i can think "do it yourself" almost immediately when i see the letters "DIY," but i have to think a little harder when i see "OOAK." to me, the ever-literal English major, that's just a type of tree, misspelled. the one i just can't get to stick in my mind is "ACEO." if you can tell me what these letters stand for WITHOUT Googling it, please share.]

has anyone read The Secret Life of Bees? the cast of the movie (including queen latifah and alicia keys) is on Oprah today, and i'm curious. i tend to shy away from popular books when they're all the rage - popularity of epic and exponential proportions makes me uneasy. i think this is why i am VERY skeptical of The Office. EVERYONE loves it, EVERYONE watches it, EVERYONE talks about it, EVERYONE makes way in their lives to watch it. is there one person on this planet that DOESN'T like The Office? you don't even have to HATE The Office . . . i'd be satisfied to find someone who just doesn't WATCH it.

hopefully no one will read this and report me to Homeland Security for expressing such ideas about this television show. if a SWAT team breaks down the door to my office in the next 30 minutes, i'll know it was one of you . . .

i'm overcome with consumerism and item-lust lately and i'm trying to control the beast, but the endorphins keep saying, "why control something that feels so right?" i think i opened the floodgates at Gap Outlet (for all you designer chic chicks out there, please don't cringe . . . i LOVE high fashion, but my income doesn't --- and truthfully, i'm happy with Mossimo for Target and Gap, too) last weekend. oops.

basically, i have nothing of importance or interest to say.
here. something formatted and rational.

good things about my week:

1. i started it off right by spending good connecting time with my significant other (can i call him that even though we aren't married?)
2. i've stayed up until at least midnight every day so far (wait, is this good or bad? answer: good for my soul, bad for everything else. sigh.)
3. conversations with candace - Very First Voice Mail milestone reached. for me, this is significant as my friends' voice mailboxes have heard more confessions, tears, and tirades than the inventor of voice mail probably ever intended.
4. last night my dad was talking and he said, "you know, there's only so much crapola i can take!" if you don't know my dad, then you don't know it's very out of character for him to use even the most mild slang words. but the conversation went like this:
   
   dad: there's only so much crapola i can take!
   me: dad! did you just say "crapola"?
   dad: yes! crapola!
   me: (collapsing in laughter)
   
   
5. eating a home-cooked meal and my parents' house last night. doing a massive load of laundry. making brownies in my mom's kitchen with all the dishes and pans i grew up with. there's something soothing and meaningful about that.
6. it's THURSDAY.
7. it's OCTOBER. the month of a sweet anniversary (2 years) and the month of cool autumn nights which make for excellent sleeping. i've gone to bed later, but slept better in the past 2 nights than i have all summer. autumn has always been my favorite season, but it has new meaning now that i live in an apartment with no air conditioning. c'est magnifique!

i think this has been enough of my daily nonsense.
i'm going back to work here.

new quarter as of yesterday - this means new labels and consents and signatures up the wazoo. now all the old ladies and nurses in the treatment room are arguing about Dancing with the Stars. it's time to close my door, bang my head against the wall a few times, and continue my perpetual cursing of fluorescent light.