I think I'll do one of those inventory-type posts today. Kungfuramone is the only one reading anyway... So I think the whole blogging phenomenon was somewhat that he already had one and didn't need to be emailing me info he'd already blogged so ta-da; the world is privy to what we would have emailed. KFR has made claims that if I had a counter I'd just be amazed how many people are reading thhis, but I think he's wrong.

But apperently, Won't get Therapy. Will Talk to computer. is the first thing that pops up if you search for "Look Any Our Car." And once someone did and then we went out and he told me. The trick there is Margaret.

Speaking of, I got spam e-mailed today and it was incredible. 2 from the same guy. Both of them ended "a gun goes rooty-toot-toot." The guy was, like, a way better creative writer than me. The world is over.

So the inventory:
* headache
* actually hangover -- it's of the I feel so happy after playwriting workshop that I drink a few beers before bed variety, so I think that's fine.
* I am more inclined to write when I have a little hangover -- it's a real trend around here at Won't get therapy.
* This guy on the subway was a dad! He was taking his little boy where I could hear him talking and he said "Then I'll be back in just a few hours." Then he squatted next to his son and his son lovingly touched his face and played with his sunglasses with very inquisitive eyes. The dad said "Oh, twelve. Probably about twelve. So what time is it now? So in five hours. That's around five hours from now" and the kid was like okay, I'll just trust you on that information there, Dad-o and obviously children are the meaning of life. And also I think maybe one wants to recreate that child trust later with adults but then you're some kind of retard who never grew up and that's sad. Sometimes when I love people I still want to ask them how many hours til they come back. I guess the caveat is it's nice to be able to get around on your own and not be three feet shorter than everyone. But I think it hardly cancels out STROLLER. Stroller so cool.
* Places and feelings. Feelings and places. Empathy. The Deli b4 work - a little off today-- those guys are good. Honestly they are extermely efficient about egg sandwiches. things a little off today. Nobody was cool - not the patrons I mean. Usually everyone's cool 'cuz those egg sandwich guys are so good and I think they should get scholarships to MIT or something because I get all face-flushed and shit sometimes when I'm trying to do 10 things at once and people want their orders yesterday. Today my guy -- the one with the toaster and the spreads and the ultimate wrap-up - not the egg-guy (he's awesome too though) didn't hand dude his english muffin. He would have forgotten had the man not said "the english muffin." Then my guy looked frustrated with himself for a second. I wanted to tell him that he really didn't mess anything up and plus that guy was weird.
* something's fucked in my back
* I want to find a wonderful one bedroom apartment in Astoria this weekend.
* They are moving me out of my office into a supply closet. So, I'm going to work on my writing. Problematically, they're not letting me do nothing in a supply closet liek the old days. I'm still supposed to do something in the supply closet. But if it's just me and my office (closet) mate I can probably get cozy enough to work on my shit. I don't know. I also think I should go to Medical School and then no one can ever call me a slacker.

XOXOXOX
Alexis

The good news is a shift has occured, and far be it from me to deem it either arbitrary or necessary, ordained or coincidental, but they are playing "Borderline" more than ever in the delis, I've noticed.

Not all the lyrics to Borderline are great. But I like:
Try
Try to understand
I'm giving all I can
Cause you've got the best of me

Right?

Yesterday was a big freak out. Such a big freak out that I made a return to the seediest bar in the world for the first time in months. It's a long long story where I want to kill my mother. And SHE'D tell you it's because I'm a spoiled brat who needs to be instructed in some lessons on reality, and I'd tell you it's because she'd tell you that. Anyway, I'm going to see the most incredible penthouse glassed in apartment today w/ E. and can't really afford it, could do if I sucked up an un-frugal year and found a roommate, but anyway my horroscope today is "Trying to do things on too grand a scale could cause you complications." It should have said, "Telling your mother what you want to do is fucking retarded" -- yesterday!!!!

I remember what I wanted to tell you...

My dream! (Oh and cite this quotation! "Nobody is interested in other people's dreams")

I dreamt that I was discussing people who adopt and people who get in vetro in a cavern with my father and his family. I was saying I would adopt if I was one of those people who couldn't conceive, before I'd get invetro. He, my father, got serious and informed me that I was one of those people and that is what I'd have to do because of a medical thing - a "blueprint." He told me "You have no blueprint." He was sorry they had never told me but justified that decision, saying, how could I think there would not be repercussion to the terrible infection which riddled my body two years ago? (in the dream, I had had such a thing.) After the infection, I was lucky to be alive. They didn't want to make me go through any more trauma, so they didn't tell me that my blueprint had been compromised.

Deep no?

XO
Alexis

Obsessed with Rosie O'Donnel

The best person on television! (Carl Bernstein was good on Charlie Rose last night too -- but this is totally tangential.)

You don't have to read my blog. I've had nothing to tell you for ages. You may as well read Rosie's though... and watch her fight with Elizabeth Hasselbeck on youtube.

Obsession with Rosie combined with watching that US vs. John Lennon movie - I'm just happy to hear public people mentioning the truth about things, esp. on a show like The View.

And don't get me started on Barbara walters. I loather that Elizabeth Hasselbeck becuse she's really comfortable getting all obnoxious on Babara Walters. That should go in the DSM IV --- I guess you're more likely to be on the view if you moronically talk back to Barbara Walters than not though.

I have to work now. :( :(

I love Rosie O'Donnel.

XO
Alexis