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February 2006 Archives
I can't really blog in my state of mind today.
So, how about I send you here instead?
"I don't care that much for winter
But now summer's not that far."
--The Merkin Dream
(thanks to Chris, who [thankfully] has never seen my blog)
I know no one will believe it now, but I discovered WeFunk Radio on iTunes BEFORE Esquire told me to like it. No, really!
Go forth and funk.
For all Waterman watchers out there, there is a hung jury after five days of deliberation.
H.J. home soon!
Anybody want to blow off the v-day festivities and go see Wu-Tang with me? Granted, it would be much more romantic were ODB still alive...
Once in a while, one of my old friends reminds me of something I said years ago that proves that I haven't changed much.
H.J. told me yesterday that our friend Steve reminded him of our sitting in a bar in Cambridge and my blurting out, "My sexuality could devour this room."
I only faintly remember having said it, but as they say, it fits the profile.
This has been a decent week for me so far. I've planned to do very little in the evenings, and my days have consisted of working, getting addicted to the Waterman trial on CourtTV Extra (and wisecracking on IM with H.J. as it unfolds), and trying [successfully!] not to smoke cigarettes. I've also spent some valuable Jen-time and feel much more together than I did after this weekend.
I also accidentally watched the world's shittiest French movie for the second time. Incidentally, I finally remembered that H.J. also was away the first time I saw it (which tells you something, really). Will I never learn that French journeys of lust and degradation mostly involve a (LINK NOT SAFE FOR WORK!) beautiful but achingly dull woman lying comatose under a humping well-hung but equally dull man while a load of horseshit voiceover drones dated feminist platitudes? God, it was so unsexy, so devoid of joy or animal lust, just people fucking to try to feel something. Blecch. Besides, the lead was all ribs and elbows, not like my precious Julie Delpy.
Anyway, I must get to work now. Just wanted to check in with my three hustlas. Now back to tha Gz.
p.s. Just to let everyone know, my mother was murdered. Kidding! Kidding!
Hey, I'm late to the NY Times' boobie party, but this is my favorite bra shop in the city (or anywhere, really).
