Feels like the right time
...to start living Crosby Stills & Nash again... the theme song of my life should go:
"If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."
That would be me, so I better git practicin'.
I WAS The Other Woman.
...to start living Crosby Stills & Nash again... the theme song of my life should go:
You know things are bad when you quote an Avril Lavigne song in your blog post title.
Having been deprived by a certain fur person of my favorite hour of sleep in the entire year -- that is, the extra hour we are granted with the switch for Daylight Savings Time -- I find myself this morning unusually awake and !!!!!! in the office. I knew I had to be here anyway, but this early? Come on.
...to sing for me.
Dear Janey,
So in a move of apparent magnanimity, the MTA announces fare rollbacks for the holiday season. We, the helpless and hamstrung ridership, are supposed to be grateful for this.
Read this: A Man Without a Country
Yes, after I left here on Saturday, I did the one thing guaranteed to kill my sunshiny buzz... I went to buy new jeans.
Okay. I have this theory I'm gonna lay down all over you. Sometimes you just have too much time to think and make up theories.
Sometimes, I find myself stepping outside of myself and just watching with bemusement and amusement. Kind of like that woman in the building across the backyard this morning who caught me doing The Twist in my kitchen and singing along with Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons doing "Candy Girl" into my Thumb Microphone (I never leave home without it!). What she didn't see was that I was wearing pink flipflops with giant hot pink flowers on them and singing to Mambo, who was giving me his patented "we are not amused" stare.
I have been so thoroughly drenched in the past week that I stopped bothering with my umbrella and just accepted feeling mildewy. I watch the rain fall sideways and wonder, "what's the use?" So I don't bother. I'm not a fan of umbrellas, anyway. I carry one more reflexively than anything. It's more of a nod to acknowledge the rain than a useful tool. 'Specially here in the city, where it seems some people wake up on rainy days and seem to think to themselves, "Hmm, what am I going to have for breakfast? Should I wear the brown shoes or the black? I wonder if I'll finally be able to poke that Asian girl's eyes out?"
Dear J,
Ahhh. So in the midst of moving books onto the faboo new shelves, I made an unsettling discovery.
Wow, we're getting some sort of message, but I don't know if anyone is hearing it.
Okay, I'll be the first to admit it -- I never, ever turn down free food. When someone else is paying, I'm eatin'!
In the midst of all my arduous tasks this weekend (the most arduous being me plonking my ass into the big chair and watching Rod saw and hammer), I realized that I had literally run out of things to watch On-Demand.
Oy-vey, I'm tuckered out today.
Tom Delay indicted for the 2nd time in a week! Can't you just see his forked tongue darting out of his mouth?
So, F's birthday was on Saturday -- so I sent him a text message wishing him a happy birthday; he responded "it's nice to know someone gives a shit." Ouch.
Yeah, that's right. It's my birthday. And I'm pleased to note that the entire Jewish community of New York City has decided to take the day off to commemorate the occasion. I didn't know you cared!