Monday, August 25, 2008

Saturday, August 23, 2008


Oh, I'm a flop? I'll buy every ticket myself if I have to and guess what? I can. I can walk to rehearsal in jeans and gold flats with bows if I please. In a fedora too, if I please. Tickets sales are fine, just fuckin' fine!

I'm a flop? Just look at you sitting here reading this. And I'm the flop?

Thursday, August 21, 2008


Sit down Perez, D-Listed, Just Jared (really, just?), Jezebels (all of you) Socialite's Life, Jossip, Pink is My New Asshole and an untold array of others...

It's official, I now work on Broadway, that's in NY, All My Sons, ok? Given this earth-shattering news, the following are likely:

I may wear pegged-leg or rolled and wrapped jeans with loafers or any number of flats from my HUGE shoe closet (my shoes *are* like my children).

I will carry my child, (oh yes, I can carry her) to the park, the piers, wherever I choose and she will, get ready, play. It's true.

Children get tired, grumpy, even pissy. I'm sure you're all familiar with moods like this, so-- no need to elaborate.

I will cut my hair as many times and in as many different styles as there are ice-cream flavors. My scalp, my 31 flavors, kapisch?

I will carry my exclusive Chole bag (not avail to you, yet) and wear my Oliver Peoples sunglasses whenever and wherever I choose, even rehearsal-- gasp!

Now, if this continues to warrant your falling down and pissing yourselves on a daily basis then I say, "Knock yourself out." Just know that this my life, not yours.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Jeans and a baby

Peg legged, Tom's (hi, they'd be clam bakers) and my child running our lives. Fools, all. You obsess, I do not. Don't have to. I've got a contract to fulfill right now and this my sons thing is only a piece of it.

We all go crazy now and then but DO NOT disrespect this place. Unless I get to see your child and what it bloody well wears every ten minutes, deal? As if.

What you don't understand...

but I do, hahahaha

Monday, August 18, 2008

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Big Puffy Bunches

funny how clouds look just like big puffy bunches of cotton balls but big puffy bunches of cotton balls don't really look like clouds. hmm.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Monday, August 11, 2008

Happy things

I can't explain why but when I think of salad, it feels so good. The options are infinite.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Out of/Within

Out of reach:
The sky
Dad time
Not shoes
Ceramic painting Saturdays
The past
Sometimes the present?
Certain ideas

Hair, nails...
Lenses, clicking
The future!
The clothes
Being tempered