Don't bother me, I'm dancing to mulan.
Well I have done NOTHING in the past two days except for a read thru yesterday of the seagull, walking halfway to the gym with molly and then turning around and going home because we suck, eating, watching bad tv occasionally, lying in bed pretending to sleep, eating, and bla bla bla valentine's day. it was good. dinner with 14 fine lookin ladies and then bend it like beckham and more food and then taking a cab home like 10 blocks.
i can't say that i wouldn't have liked to have had a valentine, although i must say i'm quite the little bitter lady these days and so the thought of having anything to do with a significant other makes me growl in unexpressed resentment and growliness. But still...it would have been nice. But then on the other hand...screw boys. I like you, I hate you, I can't decide. I think I've reached a weird insomniac-ital level in my life and I feel like Edward Norton in fight club so really my like or dislike of the male gender depends on the amount of sleep I get which is never enough and always disappointing. Maybe I need a men's support group and my very own split personality. Oooohhh brad pitt....
So tonight. We're partying. On a boat. IT's A BOAT PARTY! It's a fundraiser for this production of the Seagull that I'm in and it's on a boat! GROOD! That's it.
Tonight is one of those nights where the view from my window looks like the set from Mary Poppins, with the rooftops and the sunset and the water towers and Dick van Dyke. I said it.
Okay here's something disturbing: In Time Out New York magazine they have these awesome personal ads with really great questions, so great that I feel as though I should like to fill out a personals ad just so I could answer said questions. Here's one chick's weird answer:
IF I COULD BE ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT: Givenchy, France, drinking a glass of wine on my back porch looking at a field of flowers in the bright sun, my lover making eggs.
Now such an answer would lead me to believe the aforementioned lover was A) filled with the idea that she is the easter bunny B) ovulating C) a chicken. Any answer=not good.
Molly says I'm a harsh mistress. True.
i can't say that i wouldn't have liked to have had a valentine, although i must say i'm quite the little bitter lady these days and so the thought of having anything to do with a significant other makes me growl in unexpressed resentment and growliness. But still...it would have been nice. But then on the other hand...screw boys. I like you, I hate you, I can't decide. I think I've reached a weird insomniac-ital level in my life and I feel like Edward Norton in fight club so really my like or dislike of the male gender depends on the amount of sleep I get which is never enough and always disappointing. Maybe I need a men's support group and my very own split personality. Oooohhh brad pitt....
So tonight. We're partying. On a boat. IT's A BOAT PARTY! It's a fundraiser for this production of the Seagull that I'm in and it's on a boat! GROOD! That's it.
Tonight is one of those nights where the view from my window looks like the set from Mary Poppins, with the rooftops and the sunset and the water towers and Dick van Dyke. I said it.
Okay here's something disturbing: In Time Out New York magazine they have these awesome personal ads with really great questions, so great that I feel as though I should like to fill out a personals ad just so I could answer said questions. Here's one chick's weird answer:
IF I COULD BE ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT: Givenchy, France, drinking a glass of wine on my back porch looking at a field of flowers in the bright sun, my lover making eggs.
Now such an answer would lead me to believe the aforementioned lover was A) filled with the idea that she is the easter bunny B) ovulating C) a chicken. Any answer=not good.
Molly says I'm a harsh mistress. True.