Yes, fuel my paranoia.

Oscar-winning actress Gwyneth Paltrow stunned diners on Tuesday night when she ordered what looked like raw fish and then downed a beer. The star was dining with husband Chris Martin at the New York City sushi bar Cube 63 where Paltrow ordered a salad and what appeared to be sushi, which is thought to be potentially harmful during pregnancy. Martin left the restaurant to pick up several bottles of Irish stout Guinness at a nearby deli and when he returned, diners were surprised when Paltrow, who is five months pregnant with the couple second child, drank one herself. According to a witness, "People were looking and waving, and she just tried to melt further into the corner." Some health experts recommend a little Guinness for expectant mothers because of the drink's high iron content. A representative for the actress confirmed she drank the alcoholic beverage, but said she ate only cooked food, not sushi.

I ate sushi while pregnant--not the raw fish kind but the other stuff that was safe. Oh, and for the love of all that's holy--the preggo police need to lay off this woman! One beer isn't going to give her sprog Fetal Alcohol Syndrome! My doc always gave me the ok for the odd half glass of wine or light beer. Feh.

My mom sent me these lovely sheer curtains with bright pink flowers stitched on them for the kitchen. They are so happy making. I'll have to iron them out and hang them tonight.

I need some sort of new decoratey thing for my apartment. I really want to take down the sliding doors that separate my dressing area from my bedroom/living room and put up these curtains.

But I've no place to put the sliders. They don't fit under the bed.

I need decorating options.

wow...ita is Gee. I always did think he needed to kick a little butt sometimes.

I'm watching the OC from last week, and Ryan is such a suckass! And I hate Taylor. And what the fuck is up with that guy who works with Sandy? Why do I watch this show.

Of course, since I'm black, I'll yell at you, wave a cigar, and demand your badge, but deep inside I totally understand what you're doing, and once you're out of the office I'll put my job on the line to protect you from the higher-ups.

Sure, you understand my pain, what with all of the institutional prejudice you had to deal with while you rose through the ranks.

all of the institutional prejudice you had to deal with while you rose through the ranks.

And, you know, I envy you your relative freedom to operate as you see fit.

You guys are true individuals.

I'm mostly through with packing. Was going to leave early but I'm taking the time to comb through old user email and print out the ones that really singled me out for thanks. I didn't get a lot of thanks on my job, especially not from management, so I've got to hang on to what I've got. Maybe I'll make a little chapbook of them. Just to remind myself that I rock more than I think I do.

There were a couple people (::cough::Director of Marketing::cough::) who continued snubbing me right on through, but I got some pleasant surprises today in the form of co-workers who took me aside to tell me how much ass they thought I kicked on this job. Some were people I knew were allies and others were people from whom the news was a bit surprising.

I know I'm a sensitive person. My shrink says I definitely pick up on stuff that's going on under the surface but I don't always interpret it correctly. And the folks who surprised me with their sincere admiration are a good lesson to me not to run away with some of the more insecure thoughts my sensitivity leads me to have.

I was really moved by the couple folks who had kind things to say about my skills, work ethic, and demeanor.

And, you know, I envy you your relative freedom to operate as you see fit.

I know. If the world were a different place, you'd be right by my side, but you've played the game this long, and you're not going to jeopardize your position. I respect that, even if I'm never going to tell you to your face. But it's not going to stop me from blowing up half of the city on my quest for vengeance.