Bored bored bored. I'm impersonating a log today. I was supposed to go to Summerstage for this, but I just took a nap instead. I'm definitely on for tomorrow...I swear.
The strangest part is that I'm dressed, have been up since before noon and had the motivation to get up and go, but I just can't bring myself to get out the door. *whisper* Secretly, I think I might be a little antsy about getting on the subway. But don't tell anybody. I've been devising all sorts of alternate bus-based routes to Manhattan or else considering outer borough ways to amuse myself. Williamsburg isn't really that hard to get to from here. I'm just not really into travelling under the river because I've got a long list of worst case scenarios playing in my head. I remember my first visit back to the city after 9/11 and being on my way upstate via the Short Line. I just about jumped out of my skin as we started going through the Lincoln Tunnel. There's something about shit going wrong in the city that gives me Daylight flashbacks. A pussy, you say? Why yes am I, thanks for sharing.
It'll pass I suppose once it gets closer to prime time. I refuse to stay in another night. I love the cats and the mom, but enough is enough. I need loud music, people, bars, and stories for my Scenestress. Tonight I might be doing the Panty Party up big -- but keeping the pants on, thanks. (They're not ready for this jelly, kid.) Or perhaps here. Or here. I can't decide! Getting out the house is half the battle.
ETA: "Me, I'm a pimp/I'm not paying for no sex/I'd rather buy a car or new rolex" and pictures!
Posted by Candicissima at August 16, 2003 06:50 PM