well, i want to write something. honestly i do. but i have nothing to write about. i spent the entire weekend with lynn. watching mr. show. and when we weren't watching mr. show, we were talking about it or quoting it. i think we're sick.

we are both madly in love with david cross. madly madly madly.

we did manage to go out both friday and saturday nights. friday night was spent at roads. lots of darts. lots of beer. and we've decided that our "going out" attire will now always include mardi gras beads and glitter. saturday night we saw moo tycoon. my cover band boys. they broke up in december, but apparently are doing some "reunion" gigs. which means that they need money. which is fine by me, because they're wonderful people and wonderful musicians. if you don't believe me, come out to the bell in hand this friday night, as they are "reuniting" again.

i'm a whore, but not the only one

when did we all lose our virginity?
most of us (4) were 19.
the next most of us (2) were 20.
the rest of us each take a different age, between 14 and "other".

i'm really surprised by this result...wait, nevermind. i'm guessing that most of the people who voted are friends of mine. from MIT. makes sense now. nerds.

i really would have guessed 17 to be the winner, but get this...17 didn't even get a vote! you people have really let me down. except for whoever was 14. you rule.

what could this mean?

i had a dream monday morning. i was walking down a street near my parent's house, and i had just realized that i was pregnant and about to have a baby. i look down, and my stomach isn't very big. and that confirms what i was just reminded...my baby is half human, half cat. as i'm walking, i get really upset. "why did i go thru with this preganancy. i feel like an abortion was definitely warrented here."

i turn a corner and walk into a building. as i walk in, i realize that thankfully i am no longer pregnant, because someone else has given birth to my mutant baby. but it's slightly different. the baby is now half cat, half frog. a woman is standing there, wiping off the baby (you know how slimy kittens are when just born), and it's definitely a kitten, with frog legs.

anyway, now i'm relieved, and find out that i can go on a cruise! so, i run back to this weird house in the middle of the woods with someone else who is also going on the cruise. we need to go pack and run back to make the cruise. while running "home", i notice a pond on my right. i look over, and there's some guy with long brown hair and a beard, wearing white jesus robes. he steps forward and submerges in the pond. i smile, and continue running to pack my stuff.

i make it to the cruise, and we're sailing along. then, we cruisers are walking underneath these amazingly cool water slides. they're really high up and long and look like so much fun. well wouldn't you know it...our path takes us to a water slide, and so we get to slide down into a pool. very fun, except when i get down to the pool, i notice that the water smells really bad. and tastes really bad too. kind of like sulphur, like the manjunk water at bonnaroo. and matt leblanc was there. he was floating on his back, having just come down the water slide. he was talking to me, but i can't remember what he was saying, because i was trying to not vomit from the foul stench of the water.

okay, who knows what this all means?

yeehaw!

comments are back!

so, what have you been dying to say to me for the past few weeks?

mr. show is the most incredibly brilliant thing i have ever seen.

if you don't know what i'm talking about, there's something seriously wrong with you. in order to fix that, go rent the first season of "mr. show with bob and david." then we'll talk.

mr. show was a sketch comedy show on hbo several years ago. starring bob odenkirk and david cross. they are brilliant. the shows have a monty python-esque quality. always coming full circle, so that the end of the show has something to do with the beginning. well, almost always.

seriously though, it's hilarious. some people don't get it at first, but just give it a couple watchings and i guarantee you'll come around. if not, i don't want to ever speak to you again.

if you're at a loss for getting me something for my birthday, you can get david cross to come hang out with me. thanks in advance. you rule.

you all missed it.

sunday morning, it was actually kind of nice out. i walked over to brooks pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and on my way back, i stopped at dunkin donuts. normally, i'd go to herrel's to get my coffee, since it's much better, but today i thought, "hmm. i'll get some dunkin donuts coffee instead, for old times sake." so, i get my large coffee, and decide not to try to drink it yet, since it's really hot, and i don't want to burn myself.

i exit dunkin donuts, and turn to walk down the 4 steps to the sidewalk. i notice an older couple walking towards me, and they look like they are going to come up the steps, so i step to my right to avoid them. as i'm going down the next step, i realize that they aren't coming up the steps, and if i continue on my path, i'll run into them. so i try to step to my left. as i'm walking down the third step. i twist my right ankle, try to grab onto the railing, fail to catch it, and all i can envision is me dumping my hot coffee on this woman. i'm in free fall, and somehow manage to scrape down the entire side of the woman. i land on my left knee, with my left ankle smacking into the bottom step.

now, i'm sitting in pain on the sidewalk, kind of out of it for a few seconds. the older couple just stand there and stare at me. i make it back onto my feet and stare back. "i'm sorry, i'm fine." still staring at me blankly. "i fell. sorry." i don't think they spoke english, or understood the concept of "falling down stairs".

as i quickly walk away, i finally realize that i somehow managed to hold onto my coffee, and only a few drops escaped from the cup. granted, these drops ended up in my eye and on the side of my face, but i was pretty damn inpressed with myself. i went home, drank the coffee and then spent 2 hours at the gym, feeling pretty okay.

end result - it's now 48 hours since this event occured. my knee is fucking killing me. it hurts so much. it's not cut or bruised, but it feels tight, more in the back of my knee. i don't know what happened to it when i fell, but i don't like it.

i need more motrin.

my calling in life.

this is too important to wait until later to post. last night, i finally realized what i want to do with my life, that is if the whole "professional muse" thing falls thru.

i want to be james spader's secretary. mmmm....



sex and the city...or lack thereof.

wow. okay, so most of you think that i am most like samantha. or one of you does, and repeatedly voted. tied for second were carrie and miranda. and thank god none of you voted charlotte. personally, i feel like i'm a mix of carrie and miranda, with a dash of samantha. lately, however, no samantha what-so-ever.

i've got a bunch of stories from the past 2 weeks, but i'll have to write about them later. i feel like i should do at least a little work today.

ps. it was my birthday this past sunday. contact me for an address to which you can send all the gifts. or at least send chuck garvey to me.