Monday, August 29, 2005

From a article about parts of the roof blowing off the New Orleans Superdome:

''I could have stayed at home and watched my roof blow off,'' said one of the refugees, Harald Johnson, 43. ''Instead, I came down here and watched the Superdome roof blow off. It's no big deal; getting wet is not like dying.''

It really shouldn't be funny but it kind of is. Because getting wet isn't like dying. Yes, I am a horrible person finding humor in a weather calamity. I'm sorry.

Friday, August 26, 2005

More things that make me happy:

The sky right now. It is a beautiful light blue with the high clouds that look like thin strips of cotton. The sun is setting and you can see the faint yellow light behind the buildings on 7th avenue.

Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle is on tv tonight. Need I say more.

I love the book I am reading right now. Without Reservations by Alice Steinbach is wonderful, about one woman's travels through Europe. I don't have the time or money to spend six months in Europe right now, but I have the time to read this book.

Greek food. I think there is something about Summer that makes me crave Greek food. Yum.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

I have been very slug like this week. My everlasting cold returned so I am back to trying to sleep a lot and trick my body into wellness.

Last night I had a dream that I was on a trip with a comedy group in England. And I hooked up with an British comedian in the back of one of those cute minicabs. Yum. That was one of those dreams you wake up during and then try to go back to sleep to continue it.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

The past few weeks have been a lot of up and down. When the down comes it helps to think of the things that make me happy: Gwen Stefani, the part at the end of "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle" that I think is cute, books about Kansas farm women, Jeremy Piven.

I'll think of some more for tomorrow, I'm sure. Perhaps after the boys upstairs turn down the BASS.
I got my lovely Instyle magazine last night. You know the new one where Jennifer Garner talks about how wonderful she is. Anyway, I was flipping through it this morning and there is an ad for Sarah Jessica Parker perfume. Since when did every celebrity have to have their own perfume? And isn't SJP just a step above the J. Los and Britneys of the world. Maybe she needs the money for her kid's college fund?

Saturday, August 13, 2005

This is how it all starts people. I wish I was drunk, but all I have is this crappy peach schnapps. Did I use to like peach schnapps? Maybe. Not so much right now. It is so hot I want to just pass out and wake up when it is pleasant and not "oh my god I'm standing on the surface of the sun" hot. I want to be drunk and sitting in my old Eddy st. apartment in my silk slip. And then the boy who didn't call, or the boy I lusted after that whole summer will come over and let me slobber on them for a while. And then I will pass out satisfied with this day that is Saturday.

Right now it just feels unfinished, like there should be something more to it. Maybe it is that I am still waiting for all the people who I called to call me back. The list is far too long.

Or maybe it is the fact that I have no idea what to do about the boy who didn't call. I am on the fence whether to pursue it more, through the strange channels I will have to go through to get to him or whether to just let it go.

Eee gads, what should I do, he seemed to enjoy my company and I remember thining that I thought he was cute and interesting and easy to talk to.

Friday, August 12, 2005

When I was away in that other country over there I saw a sign that pointed the way to an elephant and a dolphin. And what would a elephant and a dolphin do together? Fight crime, of course. And where would they do it? In the English countryside, known for a preponderance of dolphins and elephants named Flipper and Larry respectively.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

La tee da....

I just got back from a pretty good vacation this week and I am very tired. And I feel like eating the worms, which is basically my way of saying "nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm eating worms". Or something. You know what I mean.

I think the wormy feeling comes from feeling like things need to change in my life and not knowing how to change them. This makes me feel pathetic, powerless, and all alone, which is kind of redundant. I just feel uncool. Ugh.