What's A Ho?

This is how I get ready 4 a trip: drunk & listening 2 RJ Kelly. Oh yeah.

How I Imagine The Flight to the Virgin Islands Will Transpire

(We place our bags in the overhead bin and settle into our seats.)

Me:
When’s the last time we rode a plane together?

Him:
(something unintelligible)

Me:
Have we ever been on a plane together? Oh! Cancun. That’s right.

(He pulls out a wood sculpture and his whittling tools.)

Me:
You’re going to whittle on the plane?! Dude!

Him:
They won’t notice.

Me:
(sigh) Give me a kiss, baby. Wait. Did you brush your teeth?

Him:
I forgot.

Me:
You gotta brush your teeth!

Him:
I keep forgetting.

Me:
I’m going to read now.

You Know This Boogie Is For Real

Current Top Five Movies With the Best Dance Scenes Ever
(in no particular order)

Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion
Living Out Loud
Pretty In Pink
Napoleon Dynamite
Saturday Night Fever

Wha?!

"Dude, did you just take my dumpling?"

Seriously, give him back his dumpling.

"You really shouldn't take dumplings that aren't yours."

"Yeah, man, be cool."

Pssst.

"Don't look. They think Todd took the dumpling. Isn't that awesome?"

You're gonna give back the dumpling, right?

"Are you messing with me? What are you talking about?"

He won't give back the dumpling.

"You guys are weird."

Wedding Bliss In the *Other* City of Lights & Romance

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Speaking of Engulfing...

There's going to be a lot of engulfing going on in my house. Actually, on many levels, but let's talk about this:

No, not about Andre 3000 and poo poo smelling flowers. Look what he's being engulfed in. It's a LoveSac!! What? You don't know what a LoveSac is? It's like if a beanbag mated with one of those playground plastic ball pits. Meaning, this beanbag is so freaking huge, you can run from across the room to jump and landly softly in its arms. Or, more correctly, on it's massive armless body. THREE PEOPLE, at least, can all comfortably chill out together on the Sac. That's a party! Party on the LoveSac!!

I can't wait to go home.

The Intellectual Vs. The Artist, But Both Wanting to be Engulfed by a Magnificent Vagina

"You stand on the brink of greatness. The world will open to you like an oyster. No... not like an oyster. The world will open to you like a magnificent vagina. No, don't speak! Don't speak!"

I re-watched one of my favorite movies last night: Bullets Over Broadway. Essentially, it's about the Intellectual in love with art, who sadly realizes (generally speaking) you can't smart your way into talent. The artistic gift will always blow the artistic calculation out of the water. One can admire and study and practice, and still end up forever envious of those with innate genius. It's a depressing realization on the one hand, and a hungry, passionate union on the other. To be able to feel and sense and live the art of another is a profound part of the equation. It's just, the Intellectual's lot is to be eternally cast on the receiving,instead of the giving, end.

Oh my god, I am the worst blogger ever!

Aaaaaaaaah!

You know how suddenly you find yourself at Wednesday Thursday, and you have no idea what you've been doing with yourself since Monday? Yeah, that's how I feel. Let's see, I've been spending quite a bit of time at the MFA. Getting to know my boys Hockney and Viola a bit better. Completely different personalities. One does not give a fuck what others think and the other is practiced in the art of zen meditation. Also, I've been scaring myself shitless with the Kubrick retrospective. Specifically, THE SHINING. Jeeesus! Those fucking twins! Help! And my manfriend keeps saying "redrum" to me in that scary voice. It doesn't help that I'm often alone in that big house I live in.

I wasn't supposed to go out last weekend, due to my deplorable finances and general tiredness, but lo and behold, at 3 am I find myself bumping and grinding at a random business school party. My manfriend succumbed to his own tiredness, so it was just me and, well, all of his friends. I still can't believe I dirty-danced with them. Ack! It's like dancing with your brothers. And how did we stay out so late? And why did I find my jacket in the bathroom closet? And how did I get home? I do have to give those business folks props for all of the ubiquitous and yummy drinks floating around. It was a 4-story affair and there were drinks aplenty on every floor along with several djs. Admittedly, they were playing songs like Beyonce's Crazy In Love. But those songs just seem so right at the time.

Anyway, needless to say, Saturday was spent generally recovering. HOWEVER, one very special and most awesome purchase was made. I think I've mentioned how my manfriend really likes things atop my head. Normally, he just places random things on my head without my knowledge, like a toothpick, or a leaf, or a piece of paper, or a pencil, etc. He bested himself this time, though. He bought me one of these. I love it! So much.

Um, and that pretty much brings us up to date. Really, I don't think my life could get more fascinating.

Nope, not at all.

I was feeling all invigorated with life and stuff after work, and decided to go for a walk. This here is that big park known as Boston Common.

WTF? I don't even remember taking this pic.

The Day Notyomomma Lost All Facial Expression