Dontcha Know
31 May 2001
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Dontcha Know
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4:50 PM: Went with Ms. V. to see Bridget Jones' Diary last night. Felt very self-consciously bourgeois for laughing so much, when not cringing in painful recognition. Oh god, that Smug Breeders dinner party...
Renee Zellwegger is extremely cute and appealing through the whole thing, especially when she's not looking too "cute" or "sexy" in normal Hollywood terms. I liked that it was still veddy British, too. And at long last, a film that reveals the pure evil that is Hugh Grant. Still quite hot here. But I can feel the first fingers of the fog that will end it all coming in - probably be freezing in hours. Ah, home.
Not much else to say. Snack!® was Reese's Pieces. Feh. Endless goddamn techno music playing here. Should probably do some work soon. Got here by 1 PM at least. Pretty ordinary day. Iced mocha and hot dog for lunch, because for some reason I just really wanted a hot dog. You can please keep your exegesis to yourself, thank you.
10:24 PM: The month is drawing to a close (even remembered to get a new Fast Pass amazingly enough), and I must say, this has been the best May, the best birthday month, that I have had in a long, long, long time. I mean, my gosh. Sigur Ros. Season Two Buffy DVDs. Whiskey and, er, stuff. Not being laid off (OK, that one's a mixed blessing). Dinner at Cha Cha Cha, free beer at the bar. The White Stripes. Big Love. Frank Black & The Catholics. Kick-ass finales to Buffy AND Angel. Democratic control of the Senate. Kristin Hersh, Throwing Muses, AND tacos AND mondo delicioso barbecue. TONS of great new CDs. And in the mail Today I got a new royalty statement about the book and I'm not sure but I think we've paid off our advance! Which means, money!
Big moopy embarassing Thank You to everyone who helped make it all possible, in ways large or small. By all rights I should be terrified, waiting for the Universe's revenge. But you know? Been there, done that. Nothing is going to retroactively make this May anything less than shiny & wonderful. And now, I think I may go get sloppy drunk. Whee!
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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