bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bite me if anyone's seen my raison d'etre, my joie de vivre, my get up and go, my ambition, my motivation, the one bone in my body that even pretends to give a fuck any more about anything, would you could you return it? i'll pay for postage. honest. i know i didn't leave it in new york. but man, did i find my "what the crap was i thinking? i couldn't live here" bone. wow. if you saw a girl walking around alternately lost and totally disgusted by all the making out that was happenening around her while about 7 crazy people followed her about, that was me. i don't know what it is about me that they all seem to hone in on, but man it's geting bad. i'm all but starting a lunatic parade the minute i walk down Anystreet USA. good things from the weekend: weather on friday and saturday was pretty glorious. it didn't rain at all. i saw chris mcD. anne maria M. tony. jenny F. and a bazillion hot professional dancers. noodles and dumplings at ollies. a free preview for Drowning Crow. which i might talk about later. emperor soap monkey. empire state building. the view from chris' apartment. what was not so good? the 47,000 mooney-eyed couples who also decided to go to the empire state building. the gross gross gross couple (THE GUY HAD A CLASS OF '85 CLASS RING ON!!!!!) making out next to me at a stupid starbucks when all i wanted was to sit down and read a little bit and not walk. i had to go to toy tokyo twice because the first time they closed early but didn't tell me when i walked in there. but i still added to my windup toy army. so it's ok. the sushi place downstairs was MORE than ok. wow, that was good and a good deal. the women of New york? faaar hotter than the men. i saw maybe three (including the one mo rocca look-alike in the west village) guys that made me think "yeah!" i know they're hiding in williamsburg (not virginia), but honestly, i don't have the time or the patience for the hipsters of DC so i sure as shit don't have patience for the hipsters of NYC. also- please, step away from the trucker hats. i really thought all that shit was over when cosmo deemed them "In" in september. i thought good! nail in the coffin! fini! nope. and while i'm on this tirade: hey! boys everywhere....pick up a bar of soap and some shampoo and maybe think about using them in tandem. and while you're at it, maybe see to a haircut so you don't all look like a rejected member of any of the following: the strokes. the kings of leon. rooney. any of those sucky crappy tard bands you're all listening to on your ipods under your retard-o trucker hats. i'm going to go have me some lunch. 1:13 p.m. - 2004-02-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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