January 2012
December 2011
So...
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.
German Night:
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!
