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[lapsedmodernist]

so my fulbright interview is today. for some reason i find the fact that i don't know the exact number of people on the panel (between 6 and 10 i am told) somewhat anxiety-provoking. so i was also told i have to dress "professionally"--like for a job interview. since i don't make a practice out of dressing like that, i may have gone over the top (or maybe not, i am not equipped to judge this). but basically i am wearing an ann taylor fitted shirt (beige with white and red vertical stripes), a black italian suit (courtesy of nuncstans), my wonderful roommate jen blew out my hair, so it's, like, super-straight, like i have not seen it in years and years, i am wearing a leather headband and having decided that my usual eclectic assortment of huge rings that could be considered sharp, and not blunt objects in the game of clue (incidentally, once upon a time an old boyfriend used that very turn of phrase in a letter do describe his feelings for me, because he was a pretentious wanker), and donned my one piece of normative jewelry, that is a platinum/diamond ring. and i am wearing glasses. i look like fucking charlotte from "sex and the city." perhaps afterwards i can go to a midtown bar and talk about my investment portfolio. and then some investment banker will, like, ask me out and i will be like "sure, come over to my east williamsburg apartment and meet the life-size cutout of Spike." oy vey.

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[3rdworldcinema.livejournal.com]

you never post!

who is this spike, the lethargic dino from Land b4 time? I should hope so, otherwise this excitement is unmerited

[mufflerman.livejournal.com]

Baxty!

I posted and the events chronicled in said post explain my lack of posting.

Spike, for the record, is a very sardonic Billy Idol wannabe currently dead, but souled vampire.