i suddenly felt like saying something...

because it's literally been months. all of that regular blither about my life that always seems to be true... aka "i'm single" and "i really need to start going to the gym again" are all still true. it's becoming winter at the speed of light... strange chapped patches are showing up on my legs again... it's cold. etc. all still applicable.

i just bought a neti pot... i'm going to be one of those strange people that pours warm water or saline through my nostrils every day. i am determined to get my nose working properly... this air here... i'm constantly gunked up, and that's bollocks.

i'm going to take a large gaping break from dating. a few months back i'd said that i was expecting a visitor, and finally had feelings for someone again after what? like four years... only to have to fizzle into nothingness after he left again. distance is not that big of a deal, at least not to me. i'm sure it was just an excuse, the idea of me is not as awesome as the actual me. but i think i'd rather spend the next few months focusing on my business, and growing that business, and making something of my time here... instead of constantly caring that i sleep alone, that i attract idiots, or that i'm craving the good business.

i had a bunch of promo cards printed up for a headshot promo i'm running for acting students.. and they were distributed at two schools in the city yesterday. i'm crossing my fingers VERY tightly that something comes of this. i want ten bookings and i'll be happy.. just ten out of the 150 that i passed out. think happy thoughts please and thank you.

i'll be spending the holidays in southern california this year. my mother's good friend retired to palm springs... so xmas in palm springs and new years in los angeles... i cannot effing wait. i'm on a nine day countdown til vacation and i really can't focus on anything else. seriously.

ice cream, you scream...

slightly disconcerting moment this morning when i realized that someone's perfume had the distinctive odor of my vibrator cleaner. did not need that reminder at 8:30 this morning... that's for sure.

it appears, due to my own good fortune and someone else's idiocy at double booking themselves, that i'll be in attendance at madonna's concert tomorrow night. hi... here's me being excessively excited! i've never seen her live. so... CHECK. word on the street is that her stage performance this go round is rather aerobic. maybe i should wear some legwarmers and get some good cardio in as well. gotta keep your social calendar as multi-task oriented as possible. i mean REALLY.

i'm getting the business in a little over a week and a half. thank the ceiling for visitors with a purpose. i'm well overdue... and behaving that way. which is never impressive.

all of this financial crisis mumbo jumbo is making me very happy that i hadn't bothered to contribute to my 401k over the last two years... now i'm not going to lose more money that i never had. or something a little more grammatically relevant... or correct, even.

i'm rambling.

my lovely friend j sent a freeze dried case of graeter's ice cream from ohio, and it just got here. needless to say, ever fabulous coworker r and i will be enjoying the everloving shiitake out of 6 fabulous flavors in t-minus fifteen minutes. if you need me, i'll be swimming in dairy goodness.

cheers.

revenge of the bookeaters...

so early yesterday, i was invited by a friend to join him at a benefit for 826 NYC at Town Hall. 826NYC is a nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting students ages 6 10 18 with their creative and expository writing skills, and to helping teachers inspire their students to write (verbatim from their website). all teaching is 100% volunteer based and they have two locations in brooklyn. i'm actually thinking about stopping by and offering my writing or photography skeeeelz.

the show was hosted by Daily Show correspondent John Oliver (oh lovely anglo) and included an interesting array of talent portions, including songs by random siezing asian chick Thao Nguyen, and dude duo Department of Eagles(who, i'm sorry to say, had the worst man haircut that i've ever seen from my forty yards away in my life), and talking points by Ira Glass and Kyp Malone.

Oh hello PAUL SIMON... it's not everyday that Paul Simon randomly walks out onto a stage to sing you a few ditties. I was in heaven. And then this completely beautiful african woman (whose name is not on the website so i can't tell you who she was... but she was amazing) came out and sang a few songs. And i swear to you... suddenly i felt like i'd listened to the entire soundtrack of the power of one in four minutes. extremely powerful voice. i'll need to research who the heck she was.

then writer Jonathan Franzen brought out Bobby Cannavale, Patricia Clarkson (who i just want to lick), Parker Posey (who i also just want to lick), and Tunde Adebimpe. they read a 16 page piece that Franzen had concocted about New York. it was brilliant.

two hours of awesome sauce, all for an amazing cause... loved it.

and then this morning i wake up to try and find a pair of jeans that i can wear under my new gray boots, and somehow manage to squeeze my suddenly smaller ass into an old pair of size 6 jeans that i haven't been able to fit into in the last year. so let this be a lesson, go support the arts and your ass gets smaller.

woot.

my love commune in scotland...

i feel like taking an entire day off, taking my laptop and headphones, and curling up in a big overstuffed chair somewhere, and doing some writing. i think one of my biggest problems is that i always feel like i have so much to say... but when it comes to the point of actually writing it all down... i can't seem to find the words.

i go back and read old blog entires and think... i wrote that?

the fall/winter always makes me feel excessively emotional. i think it's pretty clear that i'm an emotional and sensitive person... but for some reason, the cold makes me feel excessively so. one wants to get cuddly... and hold hands... and be read to. when in real life does that actually happen? does that happen in your lives? b/c it doesn't seem to happen in mine.

hope is an interesting concept. when do you stop hoping that things will work out and go your way? when do you let go of the romantic optimism, and settle into not-so-subtle realism? i'm impatient... i want the goodness to start now. but then again, i always seem to want the goodness to start right now.

i watched ironman again last night... i really do have a giant gaping crush on robert downey jr. hopefully one day, he'll become my fourth husband. once i start my love commune in scotland, of course. p.s. if the republican ticket wins... i'm starting a love commune in scotland. you're all invited.

kthxbye

who knew that there's such a thing as too much cucumber...

there's entirely too much cucumber in my salad right now. if you're going to overdo it on the salad fixings, mister chopped salad maker, can't you give me excessive amounts of avocado or something? now THAT i would love.

someone suggested to me over the weekend that mosquitos are attracted to certain blood types. really? REALLY? they discern between my pinot noir worthy A positiveness? well that makes sense... i'd want to suck my own blood, i'm that derrrricious. either way, after attending a bbq on saturday afternoon, i counted TWENTY-TWO squite bites on my lower legs and ankles... and lemme tell ya...they are some itchy em effers. the heat doesn't help either, since it just causes the bites to swell and itch and some more.

a coworker just IMed me to say that there were leftover cupcakes in the kitchen. yes... i just RAN down the hallway. for crying out loud.

also, i was greatly overjoyed to find out that gabriel macht has been cast as the spirit. i even bought the ridiculously horrible 'because i said so' on dvd because he was in it (hurl).

i'm too lazy to tell you stories... instead, please enjoy this video taken last night. i'm exhausted:

i'm a traveling fool...

i was back home in seattle last weekend.. here's a recap of me being awesome:

1. i got to the airport FOUR hours early on wednesday because i brought the wrong itinerary with me.
2. i hit on every guy i met that had a girlfriend. who knows why.
3. i spent an entire day doing absolutely nothing and it was perfection.
4. i picked up a stranger and didn't remember doing so the next day.
5. i took many, many kickassish pictures.
6. i found a dead mouse in a bag of old clothes after exclaiming "this smells like s*%t over and over again until i found it.
7. i took a bath in my mom's new whirlpool bathtub... and found myself up to my nose in bubbles when the water kept agitating the shizz.
8. i fell asleep on the floor of the dallas-fort worth airport waiting for my connecting flight home at 5am. i drooled all over myself.
9. i had maybe the best trip back home that i've had yet.
10. i got a weeeeence of a haircut.

more to follow...