Extremely Perishable

Just like the Titanic, my virginity and acid-wash jeans.

It's a Free Country

February 27, 2006

... I can post endless pictures of my celebrity obsession if I want to, fuck you very much.


I want it on record that even if this guy picks it and eats it - I would still pick him and ... be very politically incorrect with him - hands down, no question.

Are we grossed out enough for the day?

And the Love Mail Goes To

February 14, 2006
Erika Pena ... because this girl is possibly the most real, unselfish woman I know. And I feel the halo effect.

Happy fuckin V-day girl.

Friends and Films

February 04, 2006
God, what a fucked up week. I've been so tired and over-worked. I intern at a start-up magazine and the experience has been pretty flat thus far. It's early in the school year and I can already feel myself doing things half-assed. i'm losing in some battles I really thought I'd win. And nothing gets replaced. When you lose, you lose. Nothing fills that ...

I really thank God for my friend Z. She's been such a safe haven over the past few months. She's grounding and inspiring at the same time. And I know she's going through some tough situations right now - but she still has the generosity to be fully present, when I need to talk. This is a woman who listens with her whole body, not just with her ears.

We didn't exactly come to blows, but I've been beefing with a good friend of mine back in Ithaca. The problem is that she unknowingly uses people to make herself feel good. She's a game-player, a diva ... insecure - but won't admit it. Maybe doesn't recognize. I tried to confront her 2 weeks ago and she backed off from it. Most likely turned it into MY problem.

Anyway ...

to distract from this, I saw my first celeb sighting of 2006 - the first in months! Ben Stiller was shooting a scene for a film (Night at the Museum) on West Broadway and Broome. It was a pretty cool experience because only half of the street was shut off to pedestrians. They let us stand and watch, as long as we weren't making noise or taking pictures.

After about 6 or 7 minutes I turned, considering whether or not I should head off, and I saw Keri Russell of Felicity fame, hustling down the street. She scowled at me. It was wonderful.