so tonight, the company i am going to be romping around europe with for the next few months, won an obie, which is sponsored by the village voice and is THE award for off-broadway stuff.

kinda funny.

good thing they had someone to turn the lights on for the show or perhaps there wouldn't have been as many "effervescent results".

cough cough nudge nudge.

good music makes crappy, sick, and rainy days better.

while at work i am constantly bonding with the shoppers due to the music selection i play while at the store. the zombies always bring us together. i think it is official that time of the season is the sexiest song of all time. agree or disagree? oh wait no one reads this. right i forgot. because blogs are lame or something.

the zombies are hot. and make me think of my boys in chicago. and it makes me laugh to think that when i was young and the phrase "who's your daddy" was popular for some reason, i would always respond "is he rich like me".

they don't play much ricky nelson though. which is a sad day indeed.

(i was thinking about playing chris and andrew's new cd, but um...don't think rich mommies would go for it.)

(and i really want to dye my never-dyed hair. but i know i would be pissed at my self if i did. i almost bought some dye last night. oh my. what's gotten into me?)

i opened my window last night for something.

and now it won't close.

oh, sunset park.

i had a run-in with the nypd last night.

ha.

the other day, i heard a guy say, "thank god that it's 'tits and ass' weather".

seriously?

it's terrible here.

everyday, i feel so objectified. and this isn't some feminist rant. it's just simply ridiculous to hear some of the guys here. i wear shorts, guys stare. i wear a knee-length dress, guys stare. shoot. i would wear jeans and a button up shirt totally being unattractive, and guys still stare. so there is basically no hope. 

at first, i wanted to use my eyes to cut them down with disdain, but i never did.

because i learned that ignoring them sometimes made them more upset. 

my friend said that the other day, some guy in a car was yelling and honking at her, but she ignored him. so he retorted, "fine. i'll fuck you later."

oh my. do guys seriously think women like being objectified?

i can't speak for my entire sex and say that we all hate it, but i am not a slut. i do not go out of my way to show off my body to you. so please, pack it in and shut the heck up.

my friends, chris and andrew of pattern is movement, played a show tonight.

you know when you're just happy to see someone, and then they go over the top and play an awesome show too? it's like christmas.

you know how i said michael shannon was hot?

well, i walked out of work on st. mark's today.

and guess who was walking right next to me?

michael shannon.

aaaahhhh.

i first swore i shouldn't say anything.

but i did anyway.

we chatted on the sidewalk for a few minutes about the show.

and then he asked my name and shook my hand.

"i'm mike."

aaaahhhh.

i just got back from seeing a play.

the little flower of east orange.

you know.

directed by my fav, philip seymour hoffman.

mmm.

i saw him a few weeks ago out side the theater and that made my, um, life.

the play was awesome.

ellen burnstyn was amazing. especially live.

and michael shannon was awesome. and really hot.

i didn't see hoffman.

sigh. 

i love this city (which is funny because earlier this week i hated it...)

i just spent ten miuntes standing in the door of the boutique watching people fight outside and then two of them get taken away in a cop car.
that was better than when there would be car crashes in front of our house on vandalia.