I'm now going to write about some things that I've either seen or have been thinking about lately.

Here they are...in no particular order:

Is this jewelry only for strippers or could I wear it with a nice cashmere sweater and some plaid pants?

Is it just me or does ranch tooth remind you of Hitler too? Apparently I'm not the only one who has been creeped the hell out. It's also funny to see what happens when you type in ranch tooth into google images.

Has anyone ever seen this? It's crazy! You can type in your address and find all of the registered sex offenders in your area. You can even click on their picture and see what they did. It's strangely addicting. I think someone should do a study trying to link asymmetrical faces with sex crimes cause there might be something to that.

I'm really enjoying the new Domino magazine. It's very rare that I read any magazine cover to cover. If anyone wants to buy me a present you can buy me this...or this...or this...or this.






Or this.

I have hives. I have no idea why. I didn't feel them yesterday, but I woke up this morning and they are everywhere. I just took two Benadryl, which pretty much makes my Sunday a waste of a day because I'll be comatose by noon. I did think that the hives were a result of stress, but what do I have to be stressed about on a lazy Sunday? Which of my netflix to watch? Should I water my new plants that Abby gave me? That's about the extent of it. So why my body, why are you all hived up? If you are trying to tell me something perhaps you should try something else, because the hives obviously aren't working.

I haven't always had problems with hives. They first popped their red and itchy raised heads up when I used to talk to an old boyfriend a few years ago. I would be talking to him and by the end of the conversation my stomach would be covered. But I think I understood those hives. Those hives were scared of getting married. The hives I have today shouldn't have that same problem, believe me. These hives are just being annoying.

It's a lovely morning here in New York City. The cool Canadian air has finally come to rescue us from our steamy, humid depths. We have a high of 82 degrees expected and my windows have been opened to welcome every temperate lovin lot of it.

Autumn, rest yourself at my breast! I open my arms to you. Drink from thine overflowing pores. You have been gone too long my friend. Autumn, await while I don my hoodie and I will help you pull thine leaves from thy branches and draw thy apples from their nests.

Be gone! August, you rotten squire. You tormenter of spirit, who impels the dregs of humanity to perfume the corners of every city block with a heavy stench. August I am no more your accomplice.

I would like to announce my New York City film premiere. This Saturday, August 20th at 6 PM at the Pioneer (Two Boots) Theatre 155 East 3rd Street New York, NY (212) 591-0434. You can buy tickets here. If you want my autograph I will be signing playbills after the viewing at the nearest bar. Feel free to buy me drinks.

Hello All, sorry about keeping you all in the dark. I still can't say what is going on. And after thinking about it, I'm not 100% sure I ever really will be. Well, I guess I can if things don't go my way, but if they do...well that might be an issue. I really hate being so cryptic. If you are a friend of mine, feel free to just write me an email and I'll respond directly to you. I guess this just isn't a blog friendly topic at present.

I went down to DC this weekend for Celia's birthday celebration. I did a little eating, a little drinking, a little dancing, and a little swimming. Can't get more perfect than that really can you? Well maybe if there was a little cute boy kissing that would have rocked too. Sigh...not enough boy kissing these days...sadly lacking in that department. This is where I wish my Mom didn't read my blog...no Mom should hear about these things.

Reading a very funny book. Liz lent it to me and it's been sitting on my shelf for the past month or so. It's called Early Bird by Rodney Rothman. It made me snort in laughter on the subway. I think I even scared the Tourettes lady who thought she was the only one allowed to make loud noises.

I'm currently writing this blog while listening to a conference call at work. It's either blog or slowly cut myself with a razor blade...I think blogging is the more healthy alternative. How did all of these people become so boring? Were they born this way, or is it all the highrise air conditioning and late nights in the Columbia library?

Speaking of higher learning, I registered for classes for the fall semester. One of the classes I'm taking is critical thinking...what the hell does this mean? Anyone know? I think I'm already a pretty critical thinker...I mean, I can cut down a ill-fitting ugly dress in no time flat...I think most people know I'm already pretty darn critical. Anymore critical and I just become a bitch and not someone being bitchy in order to be funny, which is where I try to stand. It's a fine fine line.

I had a freaking great day today. My stomach is still feeling jittery, but I'm slowing coming back to earth. I wish I could be more free about what is going on with me. Hopefully I'll be able to talk about it soon. Basically I just spent an hour with a legend. A freaking brilliant legend. And I made him laugh! I was worried that my nerves would overcome me and turn me into a bumbling idiot, but I was okay. I was better than okay. I was calm and collected and made jokes and smiled and actually sounded like I knew what I was saying. Sometimes life surprises you.

I just spoke to my best friend in the whole world. We were talking about my day and started talking about life and how far we've come over the years. I've known him for over a decade. We started out as these dumb kids. Kids who listened to Tom Petty, watched 120 minutes on Sunday nights, ate way too much Ben&Jerry's ice cream and Taco Bell from the WaWa...and here we are, living in New York City. He's getting ready to get married to a lovely, smart, and damn funny girl and I just met with someone who I never thought in a million years I would ever get to talk to. I guess this is what keeps people going. Just for these little moments in life that make all the other stuff worth living through.

It's sounding like a storm is heading my way. Every few moments I can hear distant thunder. I'm glad I'm safe and sound in my little apartment in Brooklyn. I'm feeling darn tired. I haven't been sleeping well this week. I hope tonight the exhaustion just overwhelms these tired bonz and I get a good nights rest.

This weekend I'm heading down to DC for the lovely Celia's 25th birthday! I can't believe my little sister is 25. It just doesn't seem possible.

I saw the best movie yesterday. Me and You and Everyone We Know. So amazingly good. Touching and funny. It gets 4 stars from me. I think it might have been a little racy for a few octogenarian movie-goers though. During a scene where two girls try something they shouldn't be doing, these two old women walked out. It's always funny what is the breaking point is for people.
Earlier in the film there was this hilarious scene where these two young brothers participate in cyber sex with someone on the web. All I have to say is "poop back and forth forever." ))---((

Abby hosted and excellent movie night last night. Great weather, good food, excellent company. There was a fight about what movie we should watch. The big contenders were Pee-wee's Big Adventure, Space Balls, and The Jerk. Space Balls won out eventually and I was really excited about watching it because I remembered it being really funny. But once it started I began thinking, this is funny...but not THAT funny...that is when I realized...this movie came out when I was 13 and my sense of humor might have progressed since then...a bit. Although combing the beach was still pretty funny.

I helped a friend buy a suit yesterday. His first ever. I think he will be happy about his purchase, although he said his parents are going to balk at his spending $350 on a suit and I could feel him wanting to bolt many times during the shopping experience. I think we did however fulfill his dream of being measured by a short little Italian man wearing a tape measure around his neck. The guy was short and foreign, he could have been French, but I called him Giuseppe anyway.

I'm officially looking for a roommate again. Ryan is moving at the end of the month. I put the ad on Craigslist this morning and already have about 12 emails and two people are looking at it today. I'm horrible about interviewing roommates. I should be a bit more organized, but just like everything else in life, I just do everything without really thinking or planning very well.

I finally got my financial aid papers from NYU today. I got my scholarship again! Yeah! That makes me happy. I'll definitely be able to go to school and take two classes this fall. Thank heavens. I was a little worried about that. Now I just need to call my advisor and figure out what other class I should take. God, maybe one of these days I'll actually have my degree...and from NYU...I can't even imagine.

I would like to welcome a new member to the blogging community, Miss Mormon Twinkie (her name, not mine). She's a good friend of mine and I'm glad she's decided to blog a bit. I'm sure she will talk a lot about movies and Mormons, two of my favorite subjects, and if you have an interest in any of those things you should check her out.

The weekend is starting and I am back to my radio show tomorrow. Listen. If you know what's good for you - 12 to 2 PM.

It's hot here. HOT damn hot. Too darn hot. I haven't left the house all day. I'm too afraid I will melt and no one will be able to put me back together again.

My favorite things in this world (In no particular order):

Books
Music
Pandy
My Family
Swimming
Soft sheets
Flowers
Brunch
People who say what they mean
Jay
Traveling
Movies
Words
A lazy Sunday morning
The smell of tennis balls
The satisfaction of a job well done
Observing from afar
Making my Mom laugh
Bottled water
Walking home in the rain
A good cup of hot coffee

Things I Don't Like (again no order):

Mice
A dirty bathtub
Bank Statements/receipts
Uncertainty
Knowing I'll never know enough about books and music
Losing touch
Broccoli
People who tell me I should eat broccoli
Laundry