frivolity! gossip! frivolity!

okay. batten down the hatches, my sweetlings, now comes the part i'm sure we've all been waiting for after a weekend of silence: the interpersonal insanity roundup!

let's rock.

item! my current roommate is a holy terror when he's drunk. i keep forgetting this. a barrel of monkeys, to be sure, but a holy terror. it was all i could do to keep us from getting our collective asses kicked on our way home friday. just for your future reference, it's not really a good idea to walk down the street in a predominantly puerto rican neighborhood screaming "hey, mamita!" at every girl you see. keep that in mind.

item! my potential future roommate seems to be easily confused--inexplicably, he came to the conclusion that the apartment was in manhattan, and so was very confused when the address he thought i'd given him turned out to be the flatiron building. go figure.

item! roos is confounding the entire known universe by seeming to be the conduit through which all pisces luck and mayhem is going before it gets released into the world. read his diary. it explains much. except for what's with today today. mystifying!

item! minority report is surprisingly excellent. go see it. mulholland drive is surprisingly confusing. go rent it.

item! so, wonder of wonders,my infamous crush (henceforth known as "robot boy") actually called. a day later than he said he would, but...wow. that's not something that i'm used to, as i'm sure you all know. i am the champion finder of men-who-don't-call-first. and it was a nice evening. any evening that starts off with a knock-down, drag-out discussion of semantics, logic, language and the relationship implicit therein is bound to be a good evening. or at least an interesting one, because of the early establishment that all parties involved are hyperarticulate and always up for a good sparring match. which meant there was much to talk about. and there were other nice aspects. not that kind of nice, mind you. believe me, i'd be screaming that from the treetops. but...pleasant. hopefully, it will happen again soon. he has agreed to join me on wednesday to go see my friend spin at the lolita bar. on the condition that we a) don't let each other drink too much. it is a school night, after all. b)share a cab home. hm. after much deliberation, i agreed to these terms. here's hoping it actually happens. not holding my breath. much.

item! every year, new york city buses travel over 107 million miles. that's approximately the distance from penn station to mars. neat!

item! it has just been revealed to me that the ex is coming to town on july 15-21. chaos. debauchery. this will be the second time he's been in town when i'm in roommate flux hell. i am...agitated, because i have no idea what that week's going to be like. so, darlings, if you can keep some evenings of that week free, i might need counsel out of fits of twitchiness.

item! 7th ave. bookshop is, quite possibly, my favorite shop ever. ten bucks, two books (both of which i actually really wanted to read)...it's one of my sunday treats. new book on the way to brunch.

item! in a continuation of the above sentiment, i am very much in awe of this new relationship i seem to be having with sundays. i think they might actually be my favorite day of the week. sleep late, hangover brunch, new books, lazy wander around the hood, afternoon movies, afternoon parkness, good wholesome fun. restful after what is invariably a weekend of total, total mayhem.

item! it seems that biscuit has rejoined the world of the living. huzzah for sight! when do i get to see the frames, eh?

and on another note...i've really been made very aware of this little community we've got going on here out in our little diary havens. not wanting to wax rhapsodic or anything...but it's kind of nifty. i like peeking in on people's lives, letting them have a look at mine. i like that i almost got a roommate out of it, i like that i'm going to get to give some advice on how to nagivate my alma mater. i like that i get a different perspective on the people i see on a regular basis. i like being able to get all of those stupid things i've got to say or obsess over out of my system without having to deal with the absolute mortification of saying them out loud. 'tis rather therapeutic, it is.

okay. fawning gush moment over. back to reality.