Friday, April 23, 2010

Is Blogging Different?

Sorry about the abrupt cut-off last time.
It's not the easiest thing to talk about folks who I've hurt.

Here's something interesting, that I haven't really had to deal with too much yet, but then this week it was right up in my damn face.

Someone took (severe) issue with something I once wrote on here. It was anonymous in the strictest sense of the word, but I suppose with a little guesswork (and the actual desire, which I can't see any of you actually having), a person could figure out who the main players were.

Here's today's question: though a blogger blogging about her mundaniac life is perfectly within her rights to blow everything out there on motherfucking front street, is it still shitty? I mean, personal shit goes into short stories and essays of mine all the time. Is blogging different?

Make it Work

*I never posted this. I wrote it a very long time ago. I don't know why.

In all my years of watching Project Runway, I have never, ever, EVER really agreed with the winner.

Until, last night.

Seson 7 finally got it right! I've been saying all season how this time, they've been letting people stay based on merit, which actually kind of sucks because it means we've had to deal with this bitch all season long. But last night, they finally got it right.

I loved Seth Aaron's collection. I loved it's quirkiness. I loved that you couldn't wear it right off the runway into regular life, but, with a little tweaking, you kind of could. I loved, most of all, his kooky hair.

So three cheers to Kors, Heidi, and FashionDirectorOfMarieClaireMagazineNinaGarcia. Well done.

Also, a great, hilarious Project Runway blog: Eric Three Thousand.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Pending Nuptials, FormerBoys

I love me some Pre-Husband. I feel a comfort with him that I haven't felt in a while...maybe ever. I know he's the right person for me. I've even naturally toned down the crazy, which, I think, is a direct result of living with him and his amazing calming presence.

Watching Treme with him on the sofa last night was one of the best times I've had all week (also: anyone who's read this freaking thing even once knows I'm obsessed with all things NOLA).

That said, our wedding and subsequent marriage (which I'm so excited for) has got me thinking about dudes from my past.

I hate that I want everything to be fine with everyone. I hate that there's motherfuckers out there who don't know how I feel, and therefore they think I am evil. I hate that I had (have?) the tendency to express myself poorly, therefore hurting other people when it's the LAST thing I want to do.

That's all for now, I'm getting all googly. Maybe more later. Yeah. More later.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I Hate Even Giving This Any Attention

Oh, bloody, bloody freaking hell.

Gorilla Coffee: where I spend much of my work-from-home, writing, time-wasting days.

The coffee is like rocket fuel. Just how I motherfucking like it.

Apparently they treat their employees like dirtola. The Slope has been all abuzz with news of their re-opening, their non-reopening, etc.

I'm not going to be able to go back there, am I?


PS: check out my new favorite site Fucked in Park Slope for more insight into my punkass hood.

That is all.

Friday, April 2, 2010

This is Just Fantastic

Hedwig comes back at the end of this year. She's Broadway bound.

God, I love her.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


My obsession/dreams about Dr. Gregory House are turning into gross fan fiction. Well, actually, not really. Sometimes they're a little sweeter than that. I want to fix him. Last night I dreamed that Dr.Wilson and I were talking. In the course of the conversation, I asked him "what have you done for me lately?" And then I cut myself off saying "I know, I know, you sign my paychecks" (evidently I worked for him). Then he said (this part makes me giddy) "I'm also going to find you a husband." You see, he meant House. He is House's best friend, and wants the best for him always. Catty as ever, though, I retorted, "yeah, but I don't want him just to be forced to go out with me...I don't want this to be a Cameron thing..."(Sigh. If you don't watch the show, Cameron loves House. It's unrequited.) House and I hook up a few know...brief makeouts, etc. Then I wake up, outlandishly disappointed, as per usual. (Did I mention I'm engaged? I love you honey!)

Every spring I get all giddy and happy and want to go galavanting and carousing and running around the neighborhood.