May 2011
29 posts
i wish i was a baller. →
let's make fun of that dour bitch betty draper. →
“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the...”
– Pablo Neruda
On Mickey Rourke and Brian Austin Green
The first time I saw Mickey Rourke was in Diner and the last, at the back of a university auditorium in Toronto as I slammed the door on his limo.
I was managing the red carpet for a theatre hosting the Toronto International Film Festival. My first red carpet was for a movie called “Passion Play” staring Bill Murray, Megan Fox and last but not least, dear Mickey...
anxiety = #richpeopleproblems.
Just picked up some anti-anxiety medication and forked over $200. Good thing I’m on ‘em cause I would’ve had a panic attack right then and there.
Being crazy ain’t cheap, friends. I’m so privileged to medicate my mental imbalances. I’ll add that to my nightly prayers. Amen.
on mentors.
I just got an email from a woman I look to as someone I would die happy if I had their resume that made me laugh and cover my face in shock/delight/embarrassment. Did she send it to the right person? Is she speaking of me, ME?
This woman/mother/executive producer/writer/former HBO executive/all around superwoman kindly agreed to meet with me on a cold, rainy morning when she probably had 6,000...
my vow to myself.
If and when I ever decide to become engaged, married, surgically stitched to the side of another human being, or declared blood brothers by the State of Nevada or the likes, I promise to never use the World Wide Web again should I post a picture of my diamond clad ring finger resting on the poor bastard/lucky S.O.B that I chose to betroth myself to (upon?).
Something things doth not need exist....
“My social life pretty much revolves entirely around Groupon.”
– my honest friend this weekend
on love or in love in Buenos Aires
I think I fell in love when I was living in Buenos Aires. With a man or a place, I am still unsure. It was a period when I was aimless, lost and full of grief. I came there to feel alive again, sometimes knocking too hard on danger’s door. I’ve always liked living on the side of risk or thrill. I came to a foreign place and was exhilarated by the strangeness of it...
It’s crazy how your heart reminds your brain of things it stuffs away upon reading an old email. Who is this person signing off with my name? It is not me, but it was.
You didn’t fall away, but simply became part of the love I can now give.
I will have made it when... →
I go on vacation here for two weeks.
And then I will die happily.
The end.
what happens when women oriented blogs feature a... →
CELEBRITY: “I once ate a french fry”
(insert Mario Testino shot of them in a dental floss sized bikini, painted bronze and draped over sad looking, but beautiful Mediterranean men)
User Comments:
gagalover25: I think she is so brave for admitting this.
brangeloonie734: re: gagalover25: Why? Is eating such a crime?
twinkletoez: Look at that skinny bitch. She don’t eat no god...
love & sadness
“In the wedding photos, though, her hair is still wild but her eyes are different. In one frame they’re filled with tears as she stands beside her beaming new husband, Vittorio. She’s wearing little white lace fingerless gloves and her fingernails are garishly bitten to the quick. Three years later Vittorio was dead; had they known he had HIV would they have married? It was early in the...
mad libs.
Tonight I visited a dear friend of mine and sat on her patio drinking wine. We both spoke of the uncertainties of twenty something life; jobs, love, living, status, etc. etc. In other words, #luckyfuckingpeopleproblems.
It became clear to me through this, any many others conversations that I’ve had with other twenty somethings, that we are all living one giant Mad Lib puzzle of a life....
Carrie Bradshaw Math
thefrenemy:
Don’t get me wrong- I watch Sex and The City. I never got why she wore a lot of shit on her head, or why she thought Chris Noth was remotely fuckable, but I still dug that slutty old lady who made all the cock puns. I’ve seen most of the episodes, I’ve drank booze and saw them with my ‘girlfriends’ and at one point I concluded I may have been a Miranda even though I’m not a ginger...
i miss paper. →
“What keeps you going isn’t some fine destination but just the road...”
– Barbara Kingsolver
a strange world.
A man enthusiastically and quite audibly said “Thanks so much! Have a nice day” to the cashier at Starbucks resulting in every single one of the twenty-three people in line to look at him as if he were this.
Perhaps we are so used to a mumbled thanks and downcast eyes that a genuine interaction with a stranger is startling. Much like the feeling of the sun on my face as I walk to...
we're unable to answer your call at the moment
My boss just walked by and casually said, “Molly, don’t forget to call your mother on Sunday”.
Oh, I haven’t forgotten; my Telus plan is currently unable to reach the afterlife. I should call customer service about that.
I won’t give up all hope that it can never be done. After all, this exists:
I guess I will have to settle for a...
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...”
– Augustine of Hippo
take that clark gable.
I happen to spend my time with a man who cheers me on at the end of races, shops for groceries while I lie on my bed at home in exhaustion due to the aforementioned, comes home and hands me an Alka-Seltzer and a fresh baguette and tells me to relax as he cooks me a meal.
Thanks to my friend Marni, I’ve been watching Clark Gable’s charming performance of...
