Words to live by.

In my opinion, the best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think that the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.
(Juno)




True dat.

This is a once-a-year day.

It's Spring!
Really!
Truly!
Honestly!

I need a new fix, 'cause I'm going down

I've decided it will now become a mandatory weekly ritual to visit the Drama Book Shop and purchase exactly 1 new play per week. I feel like $7.50 is an acceptable amount to spend on something just for me. And the scripts will start to pile up. And my bookshelves will start to fill. And my brain, too, of characters and places and ideas. And sexiness will abound, all over my apartment. And it will start to be known as the Sexiest Place on Earth.

But don't worry. I don't plan to be a snob about it. You're all welcome to visit, whenever you feel like being sexy, too.

It's nice to come up with good, sexy ideas.

So come pick me up. I've landed.

A peak into the audition process. Headshot and sheet music at the ready. Waiting. Napping. Hoping. Etc.

Today was a good day. I didn't audition well. I didn't get a callback. But I think I finally did get a good, clear look at myself as a performer. And looking around the room at all the polished, well-rehearsed, attractive, limber people, I suddenly realized I'm not that girl. Thing is, this realization doesn't upset me in the least.

This is not me dashing my dreams and kissing my hopes goodbye. It's just that I've finally looked around, taken a personal inventory, and decided that this life, while full of remarkable things, isn't actually mine. I've tried it on now. It doesn't fit.


I know this post coincides nicely with yet another rejection and that there will be people who will read this and think I'm giving up because I have thin skin. I'm not giving up. I'm shifting focus. I've just come to realize that what I wanted to make me happy and what actually does make me happy are not the same things. There are things I've tucked in the background that need to come up front. Likewise, there are things I've been placing tremendous importance on that will need to take a back seat.

Seriously. Today was a good day.

When the melody seems tainted...

...it's the words that carry the hope.




Life Lesson #42: Talking is not the same as communicating.


I've been really selfish lately. On purpose, too. For awhile there, it just felt like no one else was living for me, so I might as well live for myself. But now my tired old logic appears to be playing cruel tricks. Hey, guess what? Nobody's ever going to care if you won't let them.


and I guess I might have made a few mistakes
but maybe that's exactly what it takes
to get a little happy in this big sad world
how many have you made?
and which of those have you laid on down to die?
(The Avett Brothers)

Yes.

(I wish I knew.)

Life's a little foggy, a little soggy.

On Friday night, sushi and martinis needed to happen. So they did.

When it came time to order, Crissie announced she would be having the pad thai. (Crissie and I are both very guilty of food ruts, you see.) So I exclaimed "Crissie! Break the pad thais that bind you!"

::Cue crickets.:: I thought it was hilaaaaarious. Apparently, nobody else finds it such.

While walking home from the bar, the subject of the funny places which I've publicly peed came up. I had to defend the time I peed in front of a deli in Brooklyn and without thinking I exclaimed "What?! It was a necessi-pee!" Grooooan. Apparently, Friday was a very punny night.

It's Monday for the rest of the world, but for me, it's Friday. Yes friends. I have two whole days off stretching ahead. I think I'll sleep and read. Sounds glorious.

I told you, I was trouble. You know that I'm no good.

I mean, I thought it was just about the jelly. Clearly not. Way to branch out, guys!

(Real post coming soon. I can almost feel it!)

Under some words on a dirty wall. Eatin' take-out by myself...

While ridding my apartment of unnecessary clutter, I ran across this delivery menu. I don't even want Chinese tonight, but I'm tempted to order just so I can learn more about these destined to be delicious Steamed Little Juicy Buns. Mmmmm-mmm! Good eats!

Shillaleigh, y'all!

Top 'o the (afternoon?) to ya!

Being that I'm at work and therefore confined to a strictly black and white, I had to get a little creative in my wardrobe planning. Lucky for me, I have a lovely Crystal Ann in my life, purveyor of perfect Plan Bs. "Tie a ribbon in your hair!"

(Too bad my St. Patrick's Day celebrations are long over. My Saturday night was spent in Washington Heights, dancing many a jig and drinking too much wine, only to come crawling home somewhere around 5 AM. Things are fun but oh, how I'm ready for spring.)