Original medium flavor with rasberry, mango, and fruity pebbles.  Jealous?

(Angela Chase, you are not forgotten).

6yrs of this online journal.  When I started it, I just wanted to keep track of my thoughts and experiences.  Later it was a trendy way to be some sort of wannabe webceleb (lame).  Now it’s just an amazing log of so many versions of myself.  When I read through these archives — I don’t do it often — it’s amazing to me how much I’ve shared.  I must have spent hours HOURS and HOURS typing away and staring at a computer screen, deleting and editing, rearranging my words.  I barely remember it.  Yet here it all is.

Thank you for reading/watching, all.  I want to write more next year.

Each evening around 7pm, the sun starts to set while I’m @ work.  This really warm, orange glow bounces off the Hudson and shines directly across the West Side; my entire lobby gets filled with it.  The glow always calms me down, the way rain seems to do.

It’s pretty.  I’d take a picture but you bitches can’t really be trusted with my personal shit, so you’ll just hafta take my word for it.  Jealous?  No?  Ok.

Today was a nice day.  It was one of those days where I was just right in my groove and I knew I was kicking ass and making everybody happy.  It’s nice that after 6yrs in hotels I don’t find myself burnt out (yet).  I had the last 3 days off, worked 10hrs today which flew by quickly, I work tomorrow and then get 3 more days off.  Ahh, it’s good to be in charge of scheduling.  Walked around for a bit after work, on my cell catching up with my mom.  She asks about Nick more and more I’m noticing — what’s his mom like?  is his sister coming to visit?  what did you guys do this weekend? — and it actually seems genuine.  I’m not so gleefully blind that I think she’s ready to embrace him, but I do really appreciate the efforts.  Small steps, and they’re being taken b/c she’s chosen to.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.  Part of me worries Nick might be “over it”, I hope it makes him happy to hear though.

I’m in love with Summerland Soaps.  The girl who runs the company kindly sent me a free sample of the Chesnut & Brown Sugar bar.  I got it @ work today and shit man, that little bar of soap packs a powerful scent.  I kept it in my bag all day and when I got home my little Jack Spade bag smelled like a muffin.  I just went to the website and placed an order for more, plus some of the Blueberry Tea Cake scent.  Because I’m a girl.

Got home, left to TV off, ordered Chinese and talked with Nick all night.  Nice time.

watch my audition HERE

All this and it’s a bad hair day.

(Video Response to ZicZachZo)

“I’m sorry, Miss, but PASTIS is unfortunately fully booked for brunch tomorrow.”
“Ohh, did you call and make sure they have no room?”
“Yes, I just did and they’re fully booked.”
“We really wanted to go.”
“I’m sorry they couldn’t accomodate you.  I’d be happy to suggest an alternative.”
“…”
“…”
“There’s nothing you can do?”
“I can suggest an alternative for you.”
“Well can you call again and see if they’ll let us in?  Cuz we wanted to go.”
“Pastis books ahead very far in advance for weekend brunch, but they do accept walk-in’s.”
“We don’t want to wait for a table.  How long will the wait be?”
“Well, I don’t know.  It depends on how busy and it is, and since they’re fully booked… you know?”
“Can you find out?”
“No, I can’t.  You’ll have to simply go in person.”
“Well can you at least call ahead and let them know we’re coming so they can place us on a list?”
“NO YOU FUCKING BITCH!  IF THERE WAS A GODDAMN LIST THEN YOU’D HAVE A RESERVATION, WOULDN’T YOU?!  THERE’S NOTHING AVAILBLE, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!  YOU WAITED TILL THE LAST MINUTE TO PLAN, AND NOW YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE TIME IN NEW YORK!  AND YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT, YOU WHORE.  DON’T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!” *

If only subtext was as loud and clear to them as it is to me when it’s in my head.