I got a poem of mine published?
So you dated Harpo Marx and it didn’t work out. You know Barbara Sinatra...– Dating wisdom from my mother. (Barbara was actually married to Zeppo Marx)
I’m gonna write a book…. it’s gonna be called… THE PETS!– My mother after watching The Help
Oddly hopeful and optimistic for 2012.
Wursts, meatballs, spaetzle, asparagus with hollandaise, pretzels beer and German chocolate cake. Holy moly I’m going to die tomorrow — Pictures to come.
New Years Resolution #3:
When you want to see an exhibition that’s in the general New York area, MAKE A POINT TO GO, GIRL! God damn, I missed so much good stuff. Dana Schultz! Ostalgia at the New Museum! Ugh ugh ugh.
The transcendently sensuous show of almost 200 works by the Dutch-American...– Jerry Saltz on De Kooning: A Retrospective in his list of the top ten shows of the year.
For me, being a ‘lady painter’ was never an issue. I don’t...– Helen Frankenthaler
Yo, Mister English Man
If I got an A on all the essays for your class, and my last essay was “outstanding,” why in the hell did I get an A-?!?
If the room is lopsided, just trying to leave a cup on a table becomes a drama....– Yoko Ono
Licking left over shrimp dip off a plate because I ran out of cracker and I’m too lazy and drunk to go into the kitchen and get any. Merry Drunkmas 2011. What. A. Rager.
Me: I'm worried I'm going to go blind in some sort of diabetic shock.
My Mother: What are you...Woody Allen?
Me: Have you met me? Yes.
My Father: 20 years old and she's worried about diabetes ...
Me: Look! All my success is directly derived from my constant state of worry and anxiety.
My Mother: She IS Woody Allen!