( from that fishy person )

I'm on my dad's computer, whose keyboard I detest. But I'm going to risk potential finger injury in order to talk about my trip to Boston; where I got in a fight with a bartender, flirted with a man dressed as a dead pirate gravedigger, and witnessed the final blows in the latest Boston Massacre ( Read more... )

Somehow, without my really realizing it was happening, I'm finding myself preparing for a trip to Boston. A trip which will begin tomorrow at 3:30 in the morning ( Read more... )

( survey from deliriums_fish )

I officially have a flu. This would be bad (considering I have to be present at a birthday celebration tomorrow) but I didn't have to go to work today, soooo. Although I'm thinking that the phone that used to be in my mother's room would argue that Sick Kaitlyn = Bad Kaitlyn. I killed it. Unintentionally, but I killed it ( Read more... )

Sunday, July 30, circa 8 pm. Bebe Neuwirth and a hunky blonde at the bar of the Spotted Pig. His menu caught on fire. They handled this with grace.Also, I would like to announce that I am very, very sleepy. As well as sick with the chest cold of doom. I am also very cheery. I suppose mental happiness, for me, is inversely proportional to ( Read more... )

deliriums_fish interviewed me, therefore I am cool ( Read more... )

Alright, fess up. Who's dressing Bebe? It sure as hell isn't her. I mean, her legs are covered.

I have been reading OLD sitcomsonline message board threads.

That is all.

EDIT: That's not all... Bebe: When you see me in cowboy boots at a screening and I'm all dolled up and I've got cowboy boots on, that's so I don't get a migrane.

Egg-vertising?*

I find that a tad troublesome. Yet, my first thought was that it would be actually helpful to be able to have a TV Guide in your refrigerator. Egg Style. Interesting concept, particularly the bit about repackaging, but bizarre.

*Pun stolen from Steven J. Dubner via the Freakonomics 'blog.