Cracking me up: "The New York dog is streetwise, spunky and intelligent. The kind that would say: 'Arghruff! Make my day.'" So, now I'm going to imagine every dog I see talking like either DeNiro or Rosie Perez. Excellent.
What I don't understand is why men thinks it's cool/sexy/attractive when they creepily stare at you in the pursuit of getting your attention and I suppose ultimately getting with you. This morning on the train, this guy standing across from me was staring and would not stop. I could practically feel his eyes making a hole on the side of my head. Geez. Step off. I will call you out and embarass you.
Talk about the wrong weekend to be broke. I've got concerts, parties, massive things to go to. Doesn't it just figure when you're really anticipating a check in the mail, that inanimate SOB refuses to come? Grr. It better be there when I get home. I have tickets to buy. I'm heading off overseas for a week or so in a few weeks because I'm not doing anything else substantially really and as I've said before, I'm dying for a break...from my nothing which really has been something. People really try to play me when I say that I want/need/am taking a vacation. I mean, hey, you should've seen me when I was working on that book. Talk about a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Geez. Another thing I haven't written about: I got the book. I haven't had the focus to really sit down go through it, if only because I'm still sick of the process 3 months later. But, everyone seems to be getting a kick out of it which is nice.
In other news, responsible with the capacity to be "bad" is how I really like them.
Posted by Candicissima at October 24, 2003 11:00 AM