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Anchors should not give in to insane interviewees, but this bitch is my hero anyway. And on Fox News, no less… filed under: misc | comments: 2 comments |
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It’s so beautiful to see life in such vivid colors again. For too long, I’ve let myself fall into a solitary, isolated rut. After spending the weekend with such great people, though, I don’t ever want to be alone again. I went to Brooklyn Pride on Saturday night. I fell in love with a girl, Randee, who sold me the tee shirt seen above. She is a beautiful little pixie of a girl, and I immediately fell for her. I told her “I just want to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” and she screamed “I wanted to tell you the same thing!” Look at her here. I saw my old boss, Lauren, whom I haven’t seen for nearly a year. I snuck up behind her, grabbed her, bit her side, and hid for two minutes until I finally surfaced, revealing my identity. We screamed these guttural screams–GUTTURAL–and hugged for about fifteen minutes, and then spent a long time catching up. These moments are beautiful. Beautiful. Everything has been beautiful. My new friends are the best, BEST friends in existence, even though David will call me a cheeseball when he reads that little bit of happiness. I love them immensely. I love downing a bottle of Southern Comfort and watching Family Guy and laughing hysterically and collapsing in a puddle of bodies. Besides my boy not being there for any of the good times–a major downer–everything was perfect. A perfect weekend. filed under: misc | comments: 2 comments |
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Queens Pride itself was kind of everything you expect an outer borough Pride celebration to be, from the gold lamé boots to the Louis Vuitton via Canal Street bags, but I had an incredible time. David bought me one of those strange grilled corn on the cob concoctions when I mentioned that I was hungry, and I was so touched by the gesture. I know, it sounds weird and cheesy, but when a stranger buys you food, it makes you smile. After the festival, we–me, Danny, Aries, David, and two other new friends–all went to a Filipino restaurant a few blocks away and had a blast. I laughed so hard my sides hurt the next day, about everything, about nothing. I had a real connection with everyone, and I was amazed at how easy the process was–the process of getting off my ass and making friends again. We’re all going to Brooklyn Pride this weekend. Real friends. Who want my company. Who will actually write and call and attempt to maintain our friendships. It’s such a great feeling. – I saw The Omen yesterday, 6/6/06. Not at 6 o’clock, unfortunately, but close enough. I wish the film was worth all of the excitement. Liev Schrieber was good, but Julia Stiles is not only too young for the part of the mother, but her exaggerated facial expressions have ruined every movie she’s ever done. The direction was awful–the slow-motion falls were hilarious, not scary–ad the script was just as bad. Liev tries to convince Julia that they don’t need a nanny after the last one killed herself–Julia doesn’t work, after all–and she responds with something like, “I don’t do anything? I raise our son! We need a nanny!” …Um, hello? If she raises the kid, why do they need a nanny? Then they just gave up on trying to be serious and went all Final Destination on us; if you are dumb and choose to spend money on this movie, you’ll see what I mean. – My tattoo is pretty healed up. I’m ready for part two, June 15! filed under: misc | comments: 7 comments |
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