Thursday, September 18, 2003
oh YES! It is ALMOST THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!
I couldn’t be any more excited.
Back in the day when I used to go home every day after work and get drunk cuz I had nothing better to do, I felt as though I never really earned my weekends. Now, it is the ONLY time that I have to do my errands, have some fun, suck down a vodka tonic or 11 and stay up past 2am for pure ENJOYMENT! My boss told me today that I look really run down. Thanks boss, but also, he couldn’t be more right. So tired, so worn out, so EXCITED to perform this PLAY!
(ok, calm down a bit Joe)
I just farted I got so excited.
My mom just called. She is coming to the show THREE TIMES! Not only is she coming down for both Saturday performances, she is taking a train down with some friends of hers from work to go to the Thursday night performance as well. She is so damn cute, I feel like I could die with love.
UM!
One of the students that is a member of the organization I work for just came in and told me that she and a couple friends of hers are coming to the show too! They just made reservations. AY YI YI! I feel so supported and loved. Man, I better do a good job. OK, change of topic, I’m getting so nervous my bowels are starting to bubble up!
So last night I got home to find little hamster Neechee sitting on TOP of his rolling ball. (I bought him this little plastic ball that he can use to run around my room.) When he’s not running through my bedroom all willy nilly, I put the ball in the cage so he can continue his exercise routine. Well, last night I found him on top of the ball with his hands pressed against the lid of the cage. He was totally trying to get out. I took the lid off and he crawled right into my hand. I then let him run around my room for a bit inside his ball of love. Kimberly, the gender-bending hamster, decided she wanted out too and when I picked her up, she immediately crawled into the crevice of my neck and went to sleep. It was so fucking cute that I almost started to cry. But then I realized that crying was a bit over dramatic, so I settled for eating her out. You understand.
About a half an hour later, and after I smoked myself a bowl of the pot, I realized that I had forgotten all about Neechee running around my room. I went to find him and noticed that he had escaped from the ball. Frantically I looked everywhere for that little guy and guess where I found him? Inside one of my dirty socks! I knelt down by the sock and when he peeked his head out, he got so scared by my gigantic head staring back at him. I picked up the sock and put him back in his cage. He had had enough fun for the evening.
Ok, so when I was at lunch today, I almost ran into a blind lady being guided around by her Seeing Eye dog. I stepped around her as she breezed past me. Suddenly, and without any warning, the dog stopped moving and took a huge crap on the sidewalk. Right in front of the local food market. I watched her, wondering what she would do next. Without hesitation, she grabbed a plastic bag from inside her pocket, squatted next to where the shit was and felt around until she found the huge smelly pieces. She picked each piece up, wrapped it together, and threw it in the trash. My first instinct was to doubt that she was blind, considering that she performed the whole exercise with such expertise. But no, she was truly blind and she cleaned up after her dog more efficiently than 85% of this cities dog owners. It was a sight I won’t forget for a long time.
What else, what else…
Last night as I was coming home from rehearsal, I walked right by the Making the Band 2 folks filming some sort of promotional video. It was so cool. I very rarely stop and gape at things that happen in Times Square. (that is just sooooo tourist) But when I saw Babs and Fred and Chopper chilling out, I had to stop and be as lame as possible. I just LOVE those guys. I am SO buying the album when it comes out. Cept don’t tell anyone, k? I don’t want anyone to think that I am turning all gangsta style. Fucking gangsta be droppin mad hits yo.
snore.
Ari just got into a HUGE fight with one of my co-workers and it was (by far) the best moment of my whole day. Ari screamed out “You are a PSYCHOPATH” and then proceeded to mock her until her face turned a shade of beet and she was forced to walk away and stew in her office. It was HILARIOUS! And also, it was EROTIC. Cept not so much erotic. Ah the days of working with oil and vinegar. I will surely miss them when my theater career takes off.
Alrighty oh! Tonight we are painting the theater space while running lines. Someone had mentioned that we could drink beers during it and although no one has mentioned it since, I have decided that it is my personal responsibility to pick up a case and bring it over. Cuz, if you are going to offer up the possibility of having beer at rehearsal, then you can count on me to take that offer and make sweet, sweet love to it.
HOT!
Friday, Friday around the corner
I couldn’t be(!) any more hornder.
I will eat and drink and smoke away my life,
And cut on my genitals with a super sharp knife!
What will YOU do this weekend?
I couldn’t be any more excited.
Back in the day when I used to go home every day after work and get drunk cuz I had nothing better to do, I felt as though I never really earned my weekends. Now, it is the ONLY time that I have to do my errands, have some fun, suck down a vodka tonic or 11 and stay up past 2am for pure ENJOYMENT! My boss told me today that I look really run down. Thanks boss, but also, he couldn’t be more right. So tired, so worn out, so EXCITED to perform this PLAY!
(ok, calm down a bit Joe)
I just farted I got so excited.
My mom just called. She is coming to the show THREE TIMES! Not only is she coming down for both Saturday performances, she is taking a train down with some friends of hers from work to go to the Thursday night performance as well. She is so damn cute, I feel like I could die with love.
UM!
One of the students that is a member of the organization I work for just came in and told me that she and a couple friends of hers are coming to the show too! They just made reservations. AY YI YI! I feel so supported and loved. Man, I better do a good job. OK, change of topic, I’m getting so nervous my bowels are starting to bubble up!
So last night I got home to find little hamster Neechee sitting on TOP of his rolling ball. (I bought him this little plastic ball that he can use to run around my room.) When he’s not running through my bedroom all willy nilly, I put the ball in the cage so he can continue his exercise routine. Well, last night I found him on top of the ball with his hands pressed against the lid of the cage. He was totally trying to get out. I took the lid off and he crawled right into my hand. I then let him run around my room for a bit inside his ball of love. Kimberly, the gender-bending hamster, decided she wanted out too and when I picked her up, she immediately crawled into the crevice of my neck and went to sleep. It was so fucking cute that I almost started to cry. But then I realized that crying was a bit over dramatic, so I settled for eating her out. You understand.
About a half an hour later, and after I smoked myself a bowl of the pot, I realized that I had forgotten all about Neechee running around my room. I went to find him and noticed that he had escaped from the ball. Frantically I looked everywhere for that little guy and guess where I found him? Inside one of my dirty socks! I knelt down by the sock and when he peeked his head out, he got so scared by my gigantic head staring back at him. I picked up the sock and put him back in his cage. He had had enough fun for the evening.
Ok, so when I was at lunch today, I almost ran into a blind lady being guided around by her Seeing Eye dog. I stepped around her as she breezed past me. Suddenly, and without any warning, the dog stopped moving and took a huge crap on the sidewalk. Right in front of the local food market. I watched her, wondering what she would do next. Without hesitation, she grabbed a plastic bag from inside her pocket, squatted next to where the shit was and felt around until she found the huge smelly pieces. She picked each piece up, wrapped it together, and threw it in the trash. My first instinct was to doubt that she was blind, considering that she performed the whole exercise with such expertise. But no, she was truly blind and she cleaned up after her dog more efficiently than 85% of this cities dog owners. It was a sight I won’t forget for a long time.
What else, what else…
Last night as I was coming home from rehearsal, I walked right by the Making the Band 2 folks filming some sort of promotional video. It was so cool. I very rarely stop and gape at things that happen in Times Square. (that is just sooooo tourist) But when I saw Babs and Fred and Chopper chilling out, I had to stop and be as lame as possible. I just LOVE those guys. I am SO buying the album when it comes out. Cept don’t tell anyone, k? I don’t want anyone to think that I am turning all gangsta style. Fucking gangsta be droppin mad hits yo.
snore.
Ari just got into a HUGE fight with one of my co-workers and it was (by far) the best moment of my whole day. Ari screamed out “You are a PSYCHOPATH” and then proceeded to mock her until her face turned a shade of beet and she was forced to walk away and stew in her office. It was HILARIOUS! And also, it was EROTIC. Cept not so much erotic. Ah the days of working with oil and vinegar. I will surely miss them when my theater career takes off.
Alrighty oh! Tonight we are painting the theater space while running lines. Someone had mentioned that we could drink beers during it and although no one has mentioned it since, I have decided that it is my personal responsibility to pick up a case and bring it over. Cuz, if you are going to offer up the possibility of having beer at rehearsal, then you can count on me to take that offer and make sweet, sweet love to it.
HOT!
Friday, Friday around the corner
I couldn’t be(!) any more hornder.
I will eat and drink and smoke away my life,
And cut on my genitals with a super sharp knife!
What will YOU do this weekend?
