Archive for November, 2007
So, of course, I rented this movie because Adrienne Shelly was tragically murdered before the movie came out and well, I’m just one of those people that buy Aaliyah albums after her plane crashes.
However, rather than a morbid curiosity, Waitress was actually a good movie. Remember all the hub bub about Jennifer Aniston in “Good Girl”? Keri Russell vomits all over her in this and the rest of the cast is also a perfect meld of beautiful ordinariness…if that makes any sense. “I don’t expect much, give much…get much, so I’m happy enough, I guess.” You do see the end coming a mile away and it’s got a touch of the pixie fairy dust to it, but hey, I still spend five bucks in lottery tickets whenever the jackpot crosses 70 million dollars, so I guess I’m hoping for my own pixie fairy dust ending.
” Be free, little comments. Be free.” –Anwyn
There comes a time in every life when you are faced with the choice of not eating pizza or feeling horribly sick for hours. This is not as easy a choice as you might imagine.
Starting December 1st, I’m not watching any television until the new year.
Quarter past midnight. It’s the coldest day in New York in recent memory and my gimp foot is throbbing. Gotta say having Karol’s size eights come down on my recently surgered toes isn’t helping. I’m rocking shotgun and Biggie is asking less than politely for loot on the Nano. We’re driving underneath the train tracks over Coney Island avenue on our way to a late night poker game in Brighton. Carter and KJ slouch in the backseat.
“I dunno what to do honestly, part of me wants to give the thing back, but we could make 8 grand if we sell it.” Karol’s not worried.
“Whoever lost it is rich enough to buy another one, Carter, stop worrying so much.”
“Yeah, just make sure your prints aren’t on the thing, I offered wearily from the front.
Karol and I singalong to the Nano.
“Bocka bocka bocka,” we kill the resisting carjack victim for her number one mom pendant.
“This thing is really weighing heavy on my mind, Carter groans again, “I dunno karma can be hard.”
Karol grows impatient.
“Look, you didn’t do anything wrong. Some idiot got careless with his stuff, that’s on him. You’re home now, let it go.”
We pull up to Carter’s apartment building.
“Okay, thanks for the ride guys.”
“You sure you don’t want to come to the game with us?” Karol asks him as she leans out the driver’s side window.
“Nah, I got school tomorrow,” he shrugged.
“We all have school tomorrow,” KJ said.
Karol and I laughed.
“Wait,” KJ’s statement seeping its way into my understanding, “you have SCHOOL tomorrow? What time’s your first class??”
“You don’t wanna know,” he said flatly.
“Dude, what time?”
“ARE YOU INSANE?? What are you doing in this car, kid?”
“Dude. Stop laughing. We’re like the worst people ever. How are we corrupting the lives of all these college kids? One’s a fence, this one’s dropping out — they make movies about women like us AND it always ends with one dead and one in prison.”
“I call prison,” she said.
Great. Just great.
1) Does anybody know a good tour guide company so that I could take a month-long tour of Australia/ New Zealand — hitting all the sites?
2) I have a video file that youtube says is too large…is there another site I can upload it to that takes bigger files?
3) Does anybody want to hire me? I’m adorable.
“When someone repeatedly tells you who he is, you need to believe him” -Addison
Little known Oprah corollary: You teach people how to treat you, so don’t be surprised if all of your relationships provide and are missing the same things time and again.
You’d think the fact that I’ve burned the middle finger on my left hand three times in the past nine days would make it hurt less. You’d be wrong.