je ne suis pas une parisienne (mais quelquefois, je le dÈsire )

the beret has been busted out yet again.

red lipstick, too.

i don't know, i was just feeling very...parisienne aujourd'hui.

and significantly better than yesterday. i have no idea what was going on there. all i do know is that by the end of the evening (10 o'clock or so), i couldn't finish cigarettes, sentences, straight lines (for walking). it was gruesome. i felt just terrible, abandoning poor newroommate at the smoking window when i realized i just couldn't handle being awake any longer. upon which i tried to deny my exhaustion, tried to get a little practice time in with the gee-tar, and couldn't get through a single song. just couldn't do it. i'd get a few bars in and then all of a sudden, my brain would land so far away i'd have no idea what time zone it had even been in. all i could say for certain is that it certainly wasn't with me, and i'm wounded that i didn't get a postcard.

it was at that point that i gave up the ghost and passed the hell out for a good, solid eight hours. and i feel better. i mean, once you overlook the fact that i'm at work and all.

but, i'm at work looking parisienne. that's pretty much the best that can be hoped for, i'd say.

well, that and having my computer actually work, but that's actually more than i can reasonable ask for, i daresay.

in other news...

-despite a complete lack of practice, the callous on my left middle finger is slowly taking on a life of its own. it makes a sharp pinging noise when i strike it against something metal. fear that.

-my stepmother is beside herself with joy that the ex has come to town and i didn't like it one bit. she never, ever liked him, not one bit. she tried to disguise her glee whilst giving me the "well, it's something we all have to deal with, seeing someone for the first time after you break up...blah blah pomegranate" pep-talk. but she just couldn't hide it. it was kind of sweet, actually. particularly now that i have a little perspective on her reservations. i wonder what my mother will say.

-so, though i really don't like julia stiles all that much, i found myself shelling out 3.50 for this month's ELLE magazine, upon whose cover she currently is. i haven't read it yet. but i've flipped through the little fashion spread they did on her, and i've decided. i'm going to start cultivating that look. cybervictorian androgyne/supervixen. it's good to have a project.

-so, though i really don't like gwyneth paltrow all that much...i watched the royal tenenbaums last night, and find myself having a grudging respect for her as an actress. i still think she's ridiculous, but she's quite the little trouper. enough on her.

and now...

shameless plug alert!

so, who's going to be in the nyc area on august 16 or october 2 (besides the illustrious huckster, whose imminent migration to our fair city brings me into paroxysms of joy!)? aaaand who wants to support their favorite delicious diva? got shows those days, my petunias, and a growly hungry mailing list to feed...anyone want to be part of any of these things, drop me a line. there might be a free cd in it for you...that's right, i'm not above bribery.

everyone can let their breath out now--shameless plug is now officially over

for now.

more later

over and out.

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