Look, Ma! No Tears!

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

UPDATE: I ran late getting to the clinic and they weren’t able to take me today. Gotta race over there afterwork tomorrow. There’s no big scare happening, I’m just trying to get on top of my stuff. Got an appt next week for a full cancer check-up, too. Fun fun fun.

Metup with Mike & Jess today for a bite @ New Wave, turns out the drive to that wedding later this month is like, SEVEN hours. We’re trying to figure out a gameplan and a cheap way to do it all… our broke asses live up in the Heights for a reason, mmkay? But I think we’re all looking fwd to the trip and to see our beloved Jax get hitched. We went to see Evening after dinner. Quickthoughts: Claire Danes should not have long wispy hair in her face, it needs to be short and choppy b/c any other way just makes her look witchy and pinched. Hugh Dancy blew me away in every scene he had, I LOVED his whole performance. Meryl Streep had the quickest and most unecessary part in the movie, I didn’t need to see her trying to cuddle up in bed wearing all those layers and makeup. Patrick Wilson has a strange forehead and plumpy lips, something about it doesn’t look natural. Toni Collette never ceases to work wonders with what she’s given, even a dull character and simple lines. I’m convinced that Vanessa Redgrave smeared the camera lens with vaseline before every take b/c that bitch was supposed to be senile and decaying yet had not one wrinkle on her face. Deathbed dementia never looked so pretty. It was a good girly movie but I’d wait for the DVD.

I went to see the Anti-Gravity show @ the Hammerstein the other day. I went thinking it might be sort of a De La Guarda/Cirque De Soleil type thing. Not so much. More like a bunch of muscular boys and girls on pogosticks and bungee chords doing synchronized acrobatics and semi-strip routines.

Next to this it was the gayest display I’ve ever seen.

Skinny Black Bitch

July 1st, 2007 / No comments

A surprise in the mail from a “watcher” made my day. It wasn’t flaming poop or anthrax, just a sweet card and GIFT CERTIFICATE. W’hoo! I guess stalkers are nice and New Jersey’s okay for some things. And, yes my hair keeps making that weird sloping angular shape against my head, making my face even FATTER. I hate it.

My love can totally be bought.

UPDATE: So I went to see Broken English tonight with some friends. Parker Posey plays this frustrated single woman working as a VIP guest service manager in a trendy NYC hotel, and she just can’t figure her life out — especially with men. She ends up meeting this charming sexy french visitor who sweeps her off her feet and breathes life into her world. Of course it has all these twists and turns blahblahblah. It was just a really great NYC movie that didn’t glamorize anything about living here (as most movies tend to do) but sort of showed how pretty it all looks but how empty it can feel when you’re unsure about yourself. I clearly overidentified WAY too much with all of it. Replace Parker Posey with me and swap in a Russian for the frenchie and it was pretty much a documentary of my life… except that she gets the guy in the end and I? only get a “this number has been disconnected” message.

Oh I checked out the new Bowery Hotel tonight with my buddy Mishy, who’s back in town. We had drinks at their garden bar. I had diet coke and vanilla stoli, called a Skinny Black Bitch, apparently. I always love hanging with Mishy when she’s in town, picking right back up where we left off. She’s so beautiful and fun to spend time with, but I’ve learned to stop holding her hand on the street. The girl is Amazon-like tall and with my Pokemon stature, we’re just begging to be heckled by construction guys and east village drunks. You can only hear “Yo, baby are you BLIND?!” so many times before it starts to wear on you, dammit.

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