"Oh, when I flung my heart away, the year was at its fall. I saw my dear, the other day, beside a flowering wall; and this was all I had to say: 'I thought that he was tall!'" - Dorothy Parker
Oh. It's Halloween again?
I guess I could wear a costume. I could put a bow on my face. It's kind of festive.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM BOW-FACE!
I'm BOW-FACE CAT MAN!
Hey. Hi?
Do you like it?
Oh, crap. It's stuck!
Hey?!
Come back!
(Happy Halloween!)
I love the part of High Fidelity (the movie. Not the also great book. Although it may have been part of the book too, I did read it, I just don't remember b/c I haven't seen it four times like I have the movie) where John Cusack says it isn't what you ARE like that matters but what you actually like. So, here are my likes. Judge for yourself! (soon to follow, my dislikes).
Sephora; Vente non-fat lattes; margaritas; things "on the rocks"; Tostitos with lime; boys who play drums; kids with UK accents; geekiness; freckles; red shoes (which is a bone of contention with Pinky b/c she HATES them. I think she had her feet bound in her last life or something); my digital camera; starfish, high tide, rocks; street fairs; Swedish fish (many of my things are junk food. How come?); extra sharp cheddar cheese (my last food thing, I swear); the sound of crunching snow; baby elephants (cutest thing ever. Ohmigod, the CUTENESS!); this rearview mirror thing I have on my monitor so I don't always have to crane my head around to see who's stalking me; the first sign of leaves on the trees, that lovely limey color; walking home late at night in January when it is super dark, cold, and quiet; Magic Hat fortunes; this drink mix called Emer'gen-C that I first drank when I lived in California; riding over the Charles on the train every morning; and lately, the Mama's and the Papa's.
Things I have an inexplicable burning love for:
The smell of dryer sheets and clean laundry in general; clouds; thunder and lightning; lip gloss; my leather bag with the tortoise shell handles; Elroy's pink nose; James Spader; vodka and cranberry; my $5 dress I got at Portebello Market; The Dark End of the Street; my rock collection; and Boots the Chemist.
Currently cracking up at": this.
It contains the immortal words:
"Poor Monica; who knew getting fucked with a cigar by the President would make you so untouchable? Back to making purses, spinster!"
Hee.
I feel so dirty.
1) Of everything in your wardrobe what do you feel the most comfortable wearing? Why?
What do I literally FEEL the most comfortable in? Or what do I like the best? I guess I feel most comfortable in pajamas, but I am guessing that is not what the question means. I feel most myself in jeans. Lately my weekend uniform is bootcut dark jeans, my black belt, this turquoise sweater I recently bought, and my black Uggs. I don't care if they are "over" I still think they are cute.
Shut up.
2) How would you describe your style?
God. I don't know.
I think I am pretty much on the casual end of the scale. My day to day work uniform is pants (gray or black) and some random/boring shirt. Often it is black. I often layer things too. Today I have on gray pants, a black shirt, ballet flats from Rocket Dog and a green sweater I got at Target. That is pretty typical.
When I go out at night (however rare that is. Seriously, I am actually 85 years old. Don't tell anyone) I usually wear jeans, cute shoes and a fancy black shirt of some kind. I will also wear some sort of jewelry. I know, I'm so exciting! Contain yourself!
3) How many pairs of shoes do you own and do you wear them all?
I counted like two years ago and I had about 35 pairs of shoes. Since then I have gotten new pairs and gotten rid of old, so I would say that is my average. I do wear them all but they are seasonal (flip-flops vs. Uggs, etc) so I don't wear them all ALL THE TIME. I would obviously need more feet for that.
4) Where do you buy most of your clothes?
I buy a lot of stuff at the Gap, their pants fit me well usually. They have pants for shorties. I also like the clothes Target has. See, low end and casual, that's me! H&M has cute shirts sometimes although they aren't all that well made in my experience.
5) What was the last piece of clothing you bought?
I got a black shirt on sale on the Gap. It has a white line on the collar. Which makes it slightly different from the approximately 85 other black shirts I have.
I once counted (do I have OCD? What is up with the counting?) and had 23 long sleeved black shirts hanging in my closet. I would imagine it is more than that now.
I clearly have a problem.
What happened to my camera phone? Suddenly, the photos are twice as big as they were earlier in the week. I didn't do anything differently, but now they are BIG AND BAD and I am confused.
Did my phone just decide it likes me better or something?
Big ass sunglasses.
Currently my heart belongs to these:
(Wow! It's sunny today! Thank God I have my BIG ASS SUNGLASSES! And WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY HAIR? I look like Anthony Kiedis with his new Sonny Bono bob! Pretty! And I am holding my bag on my shoulder like That Girl! I am Marlo Thomas/Sonny Bono-Kiedis IN DISGUISE! Also, I am slightly concerned about the fact that I seem to have no lips, or a fourth of my regular lips. Where did they go? They took a lot of my nose with them.)
I got these sunglasses along with another identical (although tortoise shell pair, for mixing things up) GARGANTUAN pair two years ago. But with time, and my undying love, they are now kind scratched and generally beat up and I am a sad pony. I love my huge glasses! They disguise my GIANT FACE! The better to EAT YOU WITH!
Miss Fussy has some awesome glasses. I covet them. I wrote her a rabid fan letter demanding to know where she got them ("I MUST HAVE THEM FOR MY VERY OWN!") and she was nice enough to write me back but I can't seem to find THOSE anywhere on-line. I may have to take this battle to the streets. It's scary out there. I will have to protect my eyes.
With giant scratched glasses!
It's HORRIBLE! My glasses are all scratched and I can't see! What's next? Eating Ramen noodles by the heat of the gas stove? Walking up hill in the snow, without shoes? LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER?
The battle rages on.
I need help! Warriors on my quest for the holy glasses. If anyone knows where I can find GIANT GLASSES please email me.
I plan to be very Corey Heart about it.
I'll wear them at night. So I can, so I can, watch you live and breath your storylines.
(Um, what does that even MEAN?)
A pic I just took out my boss' window. Pretty leaves! Pretty day!
Also, someone just found me by searching for "buy diamonds for myself". Awesome! You buy diamonds for yourself! YOU DESERVE THEM!
So, I am not really a fan of baseball, fare weather or otherwise, but if you live in Boston, then you feel it. You know what it means.
Today I am happy for all the people who have RABIDLY waited for this FOR YEARS and YEARS and even ENTIRE LIFETIMES, only to see it not come through, and have their hearts broken again and again. I am so happy for my mommy to have seen them won (not to mention beating Those Damn Yankees) and for people who just KEPT ON BELIEVING. I feel for them. Seeing them SO HAPPY makes me happy and while I don't personally take much stock in sports or that whole world, I know it can rally people and bring them together and that is lovely.
I know how much people WANTED it and so for them, I am thrilled.
I'm very hyper today and I feel weird. Not sure what to write other than AHHHH! and WHEEE! and that doesn't make much of an entry.
I watched The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown last night. I LOVE Charlie Brown! My personal favorite part is when Sally realizes that she has been in the pumpkin patch all night and has missed trick or treating and she yells "I want CANDY APPLES and GUM!" She is a true "Buy Me Diamonds!" type of girl and I am so down with that. She wants what she wants when she wants it. WORD.
Thanks to Miss Apl aka Jen for sending me Honeycomb, the new Frank Black CD which will not be released for months. He sings DARK END OF THE STREET and I cry and cry. I heart that song. Oh, I heart it a lot!
Someone here keeps GROANING LOUDLY IN PAIN and it is very weird. Shhh. Also, this is a drug company - take some drugs! SHUSH!
I am going to go to the Garment District and look for a blue bob wig. I have always wanted one. I think they are kind of pretty. In a David Lynch/Blue Velvet kind of way. Anyway, off I go. Woo! (what a pointless post!)
I WANT CANDY APPLES AND GUM!
NYPD Blue.
It is not really a THING, it's a show, and I have mentioned it before but I was just thinking about it for like 10 minutes, and that must mean love.
I remember when Jimmy Smits character died and I was sobbing. Like HEAVING SOBS OF SADNESS. And, I sobbed all the way up the stairs to the bathroom and I sobbed in the shower. SOBS!! They killed Bobby! The part that got me was that he was hallucinating (from the fact that he was DYING, y'all) and he visualized himself on his roof with his pigeons (yes, he raised homing pigeons. I don't know why) and he was laying there and looked up to see Dennis Franz and all of the squad (excuse me while I bust out the cop terminology. Later I might "kick him to the curb") were there looking down at him. Did I mention? SOB!?
Also, that other time I sobbed was when they killed off Dennis Franz's son and he came in to the hospital and PICKED HIM UP OFF THE GUIRNEY all while CRYING ("look what they did to my boy!") and then, you know... SOBS.
Yeah, so, they tend to kill people off.
But it is also a show which makes me LAUGH regularly (and not at the people dying. Mostly b/c everyone is crabby and therefore funny. Crabby is funny! You heard it here first), and the writing is really good. I know some people gave up on it after all the cast changes (David "Everything I say is in the form of a question, isn't it?" Caruso! Gail "I'm on American Dreams Now" O'Grady! Kim "I'm not drunk right now, I swear" Delainey!) but it's in it's last season now and it's really good again. I promise! So, try it. You don't have to commit. In May, it will be OVER.
All that said, tonight Sipowitz gets SHOT! I am not looking forward to that.
Did people not hear me when I said it would be BAD NEWS to mess with Sprouts!?
I feel anxious and terrified about next Tuesday. Super Tuesday, to you. I want to watch the news with my hands over my face, peeking out between my fingers at the HORROR that is our future with George Bush. I can't believe anyone would think he was the better choice against Kerry. Hell, I can't believe anyone would think he was the better choice against ANYONE but that is neither here nor there.
Whoever wins will have the chance to stack the Supreme Court and that is bloody frightening. I am just crossing everything possible and hoping for the best, but I feel a sense of dread and it is not just because Halloween is spooky.
Anyway, today I changed my desktop to this.
I hope it is more than just a pretty picture.
I have gotten a bunch of fabulous emails in the last week and the latest one I got (just now!) was from the writer of STIFF (click the link to the right, fools!) a book I madly loved.
It only takes a second to tell someone "I loved what you did" or "you are fabulous!" but I don't feel like we do it enough. I have been trying to do it more lately, to use this silly Internet world to reach out to people I admire just to let them know THAT. And it is unexpected and exciting when I actually hear something back.
So, in conclusion: People are nice! Emails are easy to write! Send one to someone you like today!
Google their name, and I bet you can find contact info. Drop them a cheerful line, and tell them they done good.
Rock on.
Dear Loud Crabby Bitch Who Sits Behind Me,
Yes, I think all of your theories on the Red Sox and Curt Shillings ankle are SO TERRIBLY INTERESTING. I liked it the first time I heard it, it was only mildly annoying, but then I heard it A SECOND TIME, and then AGAIN A THIRD AMAZING TIME. The story never changed. Each time it included the part about how you saw the sign "Curt Shilling for President" and thought that was "just about right!" and how he has all the "qualities" to be president. You are so brilliant, and observant, I may put you on TV!
I really also love hearing about your daughters trip to Milan and how she is going there in the spring and "did you also know she is doing her dissertation?" Why, yes. I DID know that. Because I have heard it A HUNDRED TIMES.
Now you are playing all your voicemail messages on speaker and I can hear ALL THE INTERESTING THINGS everyone has to say to you. Yet, SHOCKINGLY, none of them are about work. WHAT do you actually do here?
You have this GREAT THING called a DOOR, (something which I DO NOT have) yet you like to leave it open so I can hear all your SCINTILLATING CONVERSATIONS. Lucky me!
Please, for the love of all that is good and happy in the world. CLOSE YOUR DOOR!
Oh, and please, please, SHUT UP.
Curt Shillings ankle and I thank you.
Love,
Emily
I can't complain because all three bosses are gone and I came in at 10:30 today. Awesome.
It was a good weekend. I missed you, Internet!
I started the weekend off by getting drunkity, drunk, DRUNK at Delaine and Fred's going away party, which was sadder than I thought it would be. Delaine and Fred ARE LEAVING! It's very sad! I think I was in denial about it or something cause standing there listening to people toasting them and saying they loved them and (possibly in my above mentioned state of DRUNKENNESS) I was like "I love them too! I love them lots!" Oh, the SADNESS!
But, it was also pretty fun. All my people were there, and at the end of the night I was sitting there looking at Delaine opening presents and my dad and Elaine smooshed together in a chair and I had that thing where you just want to FREEZE THE MOMENT and stop everything because you are happy and alive and with people you love. And perhaps because you are drunk.
Then I went home and barfed. Fun!
I think throwing up helps the hangover factor because the next day I felt FINE other than being tired. So, listen up drunks, THROWING UP IS GOOD!
Saturday night I babysat for Annie, Luc, and Ellery and that was fun. I was not drunk because I am a responsible adult in charge of small children! (no snickering in the back) Those are some funny kids. Ellery got his face painted earlier at Fenway park and I took a picture of him with my phone (he ASKED me to take his picture! He hates getting his picture taken! It was MONUMENTOUS!) and it didn't come out great, but here it is.
It kinda looks like he has some kind of weird rash, but NO, that is face paint. He went to bed with it on and hopefully it has since come off. He wouldn't let me wash it off, I tried! I swear!
Yesterday I had coffee with Delaine (who is LEAVING! SADNESS!) and walked around and went home and cleaned and dyed my hair. It is supposed to be a dark brown with highlights, and it kind of seemed coppery, brassy and red. Oh well. Because I didn't want to stress it out with styling today, I skipped my initial Beating It Into Submission (otherwise known as straightening it) and so it's all poofy and big today. Here is a picture I just took (technology - YAY!)
I refuse to look at the camera b/c every time I do I have these weird forehead lines which come from raising my eyebrows as if to say "Here is my red poofy hair! I am not convinced!" and those big forehead lines make me think I need botox at 28. I will FREEZE MY FACE in FEAR OF FOREHEAD LINES! Also, my hair looks REALLY RED there and it is Not That Red, but the light in here is dim, so whatever. In conclusion - Hair = poofy and kind of red.
Lastly, yesterday was Kristin's birthday and since I was not at work (praise the Lord) I didn't get to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN! She is also known as DJ Ortho, and also known as Mofo (but only in the nicest possible way) and I lurve her. She turned 25 and now she is Old Like Me! She cracks me up on a regular basis and makes me think that our weird since of humor must be biological because while she is my dear darling friend, she is also my little cousin. She is The Cousin For ME! Literally! Anyway, I hope she has a most excellent year and has Too Much Fun because she deserves it.
Maybe I will do some work now. I leave you with one last pho(ne)to that I tried to be artsy with while walking around JP.
It's fall. I'm sad.
