Fuck Holly Wednesday, December 13, 2006[ banter 8 ]
Everyone keeps asking me what I want for Christmas and I just can't think of anything. P got me a toaster the other day ---- not as a gift --- just cuz I mentioned at brunch how I don't eat enough toast (who the hell cares if they are eating enough toast?). So cute, him; paying attention and taking notes. I'm sure I'm it's rough trying to find something to gift me. I spoil myself so regularly that I don't really need a holiday to do it anymore, not sure if that's good or bad. I am my own Secret Santa, dammit. I already got myself an early Christmas gift:
Meet Teeny, my new toy... chihuahua that is.
Yes, she's REALLY that cute. I now keep both of my pups (and P's) confined in one space so they're not overwhelmed and free to pee all over my apartment... anymore. Housebreaking is pretty much all I want for Christmas. Speaking of broken homes, I'm actually going home to Texas for Christmas this year, kinda looking forward to that. It'll be a short trip, of course, cuz I'm already in violation of my Vow to Not Go Home Again anymore until they come visit me in the city. It's a rule that I made up for myself and that only I know about but I keep breaking it.
So wow, is this blog thing still up? Is anyone even reading it anymore? Wish I could say I've missed writing on it. I've noticed YouTube plastered over every other personal page these days, and with Podcasting and VideoPodcasting it seems like posting actual written entries is becoming something of an oldschool play. I'm hesitant to put up YouTube clips, even though I see hilariousfuckingbullshit on there EVERY DAY that amuses me to no end, just cuz I have this unshakable feeling that the YouTube network will crash and burn really soon, or get bought out by Focus on the Family and every video posted will be lost forever and replaced with old clips of 7th Heaven and Psalty the Singing Songbook. And all those blogs will be sitting there with ERROR pages and blank screens and NO content, so depressing. Makes me just want to avoid the void and WRITE stuff, no matter how boring it is.
I ran to LGA afterwork today to pickup a practical stranger (my buddy's sister) visiting the city for the weekend. I took the N out to Astoria Blvd, grabbed some Burger King (stuck it in my bag for later, cuz there's really no shame in my game) and hopped the m60 bus to the terminal. It was raining and I had The Fray blasting on my ipod, this would've been a formula for a lovely afternoon solitary cry... except I was wearing my ridiculously heavy winter coat. That fucking coat is ruining my life. It looks so Lenny Kravitz cool but is completely impractical, I can never wear a messenger bag over it, it frustrates me on the subway, and I just look like an asshole wearing it when there's no snow. Anyway, I got to LGA, grabbed the girl, finished up my good samritan shit and made my way home.
Watched Breakfast At Tiffany's tonight for the first time. I had to turn on the captions on cuz I could't understand most of Audrey Hepburn but it was really cute. I love that it's basically the story of two high-society whores falling in love. That scene of them stealing from the Five&Dime shop was adorable. But what a cold bitch that Holly Golightly was! Anyone else catch that? I mean I know that she was whimsical and wild and supposed be all free-spirited, kinda the poor little rich girl searching for herself, but damn. She was an emotional wreck and it wasn't cute the way she jerked people around, especially that hotass novelist and poor old Uncle Jeb. She married him and had kids and STILL ran out on them. Holly Golightly can go fuck her herself harshly as far as I'm concerned. Don't even get me started on Mickey Rooney's racist ass, with that absolutely offensive Japanese impression. Between him and Rosie's "ching chong" slip, I swear. Are white people on crack? Either crack or some of that shit Nicole Kidman is smoking that makes her spin around on rooftops screaming, "I LOVE to DANCE!"
And by the way, I'm not really from a broken home. That was a lie. But here's some truth: that Psalty shout-out was a shame-ridden reference to the time I did performing in churches and schools all over the South as an eager youth in touring productions of Psalty: Singsational Servants. I was Limburger, the singing churchmouse. We all have our skeletons and mine ate cheese and sang songs about serving Jesus. U down with G-O-D? Yeah you know me.
