To those in my life concerned by my previous post Re: selling my eggs, don’t worry, I would never really do it. I’m going to have lots and lots of naturally born children who will …
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My Lovely Lady Cakes.
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. …