People, I like to make cakes. Maybe I do. I have an entire play fueled by the hours I spent with my Mom learning how to ice a cake. (It involves butter knives, luke-warm water, …
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aHA.
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my eggs
Now, fan base. Hmmm. Let’s contemplate something of utmost importance. Given the current state of my (ahem) finances and my lack of time to write/think/quit bad habits/begin new ones/stop being chubby/ pay my ever-growing …
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today, I am tired.
Which feels like this. We arrived last night at the theater for the first time at 11 pm to find a stage bearing something like this: Steve, please forgive my lo-res picture. But for serious, …
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A Weekend in Review, Pt 3: The Brooklyn Museum
Loyal Fanbase, may I present the Brooklyn Museum. I’ve been meaning to go for about seven years, and today, I finally went. For a mere quad-pain inducing bike ride, or a quick hope on the …
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Weekend in Review: Pt. 2. People, the iphone.
People, the iphone. Don’t pretend like you don’t know/want/are generally perplexed about the whole shebang. People in NYC slept outside of the SOHO apple store for two days, wanting to be one of the first …
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There is nothing sadder than
A lost old man in the three piece suit walking down the street with a violin. It’s even sadder if he wears red rimmed glasses the size of his face.
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A Weekend in Review: Pt. 1. Your Boyfriend’s Hair.
You want the boyfriend to grow out his hair. You appreciate boyfriends with more hair. It has more of a tendency to spill into their eyes when they’re excited; and it’s far more likely to …
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And it is not fair when
a small pretty girl who can Act also Happens to Write Plays. She did not get the memo/email/phone call/text message/violent plea from the soul of my insecurities that she is not allowed to write plays. …
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A Slave to the Weed.
There will be no just ‘cutting back.’ There will be complete cessation. You will simply just no longer go to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom is bad for you. There is a good chance …