Starlight Express Wednesday, August 13, 2003 [ banter 1 ]

A word to whoever it is that stole my lunchbag from the men's changing room this evening @ work: I will find you. I want you to know that I took a great deal of time and care into packing that lunch today. Do you realize that PB&J is a dish which I take very, VERY seriously? And you may have also noticed that i packed not one, but TWO sandwiches -- in addition to TWO bags of cheetos (the crunchy kind). This lunch was SACRED to me. And you? fucking shit on it. I want to know who the hell you are that you just FIND a bag of homeade snacks and think to yourself, "Ohhh, food!" Do you not WORRY about germs? I could have mono or someshit and there you are just a-chowing down on my grub like you're sitting in you're momma's kitchen. I hope you enjoyed it and that it brought you nourishment. I, myself, did NOT much enjoy the shitass pizza I had to order in its place on my lunchbreak tonight. Whatever. I'm going to find out who you are. Rest assured, there will be a reckoning.

I am haunted by visions of the mice whose deaths I orchestrated. When I close my eyes, they're there --- floating into my room like Jacob Marley, rattling chains on their little claws and tails, and tormenting me for all eternity. I keep imagining them attacking me by legion, like those rats in that movie Willard.

So, my sweet bloggin' buddy Edd is coming to Gotham City for a visit this weekend and I get to play tour guide! Woo-hoo! Chinatown, Little Italy, Central Park, Soho, Alphabet City clubs, Johnny Rockets, H&M, and anything else I can dream up for this young buck to see and experience while he's here. The boy absolutely amazes me. He's been living in Barcelona on his own for awhile now and, by the ripe age of 23, is already a freakin' architect at an established design firm in Spain. He's coming New York on his first business trip and I am making it my personal mission to see to it that he gets some PLAY in with all that WORK. Yessiree.

Kate Beckinsale sort of looks like Parker Posey in this picture, and I for one? am not amused.

I keep forgetting to watch that new show The O.C.. I am a huge fan Peter Gallagher, who plays the dad on the show. Though my mom insists that Kevin Costner is my real biological father, I just know that Peter Gallagher is my real dad (we've both got the thick eyebrows thing happening). At the same time, as much as I wanna show some love for him? I have a few issues with the show. Namely: Adam Brody. I'll spare you all the long, tragic tale and wrap it up like this: back in my hot hot year of 2001, it was midummer and I was coming to the end of my callbacks for that MTV pilot. I'd been through a series of auditions and readings and callbacks and meetings and finally it had come down to me and one other guy... you guess it. Adam Brody. I was positive that this kid was gonna get the show b/c he'd already done a stint on Undressed for MTV, plus a shitload of smaller stuff, and he just had that whole sitcom-comedy/funnyman-timing/clean, boyband look that just POPS for TV. But I was a hellavuh lot funnier and a big part of my edge was that the producers wanted "quirky". Plus, I was just a much better dancer and that was sort of a central part of the pilot. So in the end, I got the job and Adam didn't. Hah! Whatever, hold your appluase. Cut to 6 months later, post-September 11, and my show is permenantly shelved (aka "in development") --- and Mr. Brody's ass is popping up on every damn TV show I see. The Gilmore Girls, Once & Again, Smallville, and eventually his OWN sitcom.... *sigh* on MTV. What a world, man. Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change....

Oh, for the record? I think she sounds like a lotta fun for an old, dirrty woman.

My train ride home tonight was a fun one. I boarded the A around 2am and had an entire car all to myself. After we pulled out of the 59th Street Station, my train car broke loose from the others and it zoomed upwards, busting through the street level of Columbus Circle, crashing through the evil towers of the AOL/Time Warner building, and flying high into the sky. The car lights began to flicker and soon went into full-on strobe-mode. Suddenly "One More Time" by Daft Punk started pumping through the speakers and I was surrounded by a writhing, beautiful, helf-nekked mass of japanese schoolgirls and strapping young Abercombie lads. It was glorious! There was a abundance of affection and plenty of fruit smoothies for everyone. After a few hours of zooming around Manhattan's skyline, they dropped me off @ 190th Street and I came on home. What a night, winners. Wish ya all had been there.

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