post dc work hell

i went to dc last weekend for 4 awesome days. had a fuckin' blast. highlights include and are not limited to suicide notes during a game of cranium all the way to smoking too much green and thinking that mel had a dog and i had just cleaned up it's shit...for real-real. HA.

work has been kickin my tight ass all week long. it's tough when you have the most work to do and your contacts expect everything immediately, but wait to the last minute. sorry, you won't be making your deadline.

sonia came to visit me. we had two nights of drinking, sushi and bashing of the former land of soap and suds.

i never see my husband anymore (btw our schedules). this saddens me. the most time we spend with one another is when we are sleeping next to each other and god knows i haven't been getting much of that lately. i've averaged about 4 hours of sleep a night for this past week.

it's getting to be fall and i'm dreading my s.a.d. that will kick me into super depressive mode.

this saturday atlantic city and heart in concert.

"how do i get you aloooooooone"..."baracuda"..."all i wanna do is make love to you". yeah, you remember those jams. admit it, you're jealous.

countdown to dc...the picker flicker

friday we leave for dc. i can't freakin wait. it'll be nice to have a break from work. i'll be off for a four day weekend. now that's enough to make me smile.

we'll spend four days down there which i hope to be a great time. great time, but keeping it cheap.

work has been busy. i haven't had any complaints about my new job up until now. i currently have a problem with the men's bathroom. no, there are no senators cruising for sex or anything weird or uncomfortable like that. however, everytime i go to pee there are boogers encrusted on the wall. now, understand that our bathrooms get cleaned two times a day, so after cleaning occurs the boogers are gone. but, sure enough, everyday they are put back by some nasty mother fucker with a fetish for placing his boogers on the tile wall. fucking gross. there is not just one or two, no, there's fuckin' like four or five at a time. and the worst part about it is this...they're boogers, everyone has them, but why smear them on the tile wall as your peeing? i don't get that. and it's a constant thing. like this nasty asshole likes to keep putting them up on the wall only to have some poor janitor wipe them off on a daily basis. f-u-c-k-i-n nasty. so this leads me to this...who is the phantom booger placer? it's someone on my floor. it's someone that works with me. it's a man...but which one? i definitely question this, but i'm not sure i want the answer.

what an asshole.

have to believe we are magic

saturday i saw xanadu on broadway. pure joy...kick ass time. i sat with tears 1/2 the time because it brought back so many childhood memories. the other half of the time i was crying because i was laughing so hard.

i remember being a kid and watching the olivia newton john movie so very many times. i must have had my parents rent it for me at least 2 dozen times. again, should have known then.

kerry butler and cheyenne jackson are brilliant. cheyenne jackson stole my heart...what a piece that guy is. and the voice...he had me at "hello".

i LOVE the music.

if you have the chance to see it...GO. you'll enjoy it.

seriously...he is such a fuckin asshole. telaprompter much? who props this douche bag up there and let's him literally read off a monitor??? did he even read a draft of what he was saying?

GOD. is he really, truly, 100% our leader? we're america for fucks sake...the strong, the brave. how did this happen and why aren't we doing something about it?

we're going to withdraw troops from iraq??? is he kidding me. NO DUMB ASS...we DON'T have anymore troops to send over. he makes me sick. he knows not what he says or does.

THE RAMIFICATIONS OF THIS PRESIDENCY WILL BE UNFATHOMABLE.

the most disgusting thing about watching this is that i know when i wake up tomorrow not many people will be talking about this. they won't be talking about how unintelligent, illiterate and full of shit this man is. he's fucking president for fuck's sake.

let me guess...everyone will still be chattin up and smearing britney spears.

our culture is such bullshit. it really is.

WTF.

WE are so fucked. really fucked.

never forget

6 yrs later.

unanswered questions.

W stealing office.

political, money hungry W.

who is the real terrorist?

parallels between W, sadam, bin laden.

same. same. same.

when will we wake up?

what else does it take?

fashion. cars. movies.

celebrity.

it's all bullshit. non-real.

even reality tv is bullshit.

imagine if your loved one was in those buildings. stop. truly imagine.

think. process. imagine again.

america(n)s still asleep.

when do we finally wake up?

wake up.

wake up.

an open letter to britney spears.

dear brit,

we may not know one another, but i feel the urge to write you.

as far as i know, we have nothing in common except for my convo with your mom and sis about 2.5 years ago...long before any of this shit hit the fan.

plus, we have the madonna connection to boot.

i feel that the world is being horribly cruel to you at this very moment. i can only imagine the feelings that run through your body at this very moment. everyone is taking their swipe at you.

i too have said some bad things about your vma performance. and for that, i am sorry.

i forgive you.

however, brit, this is rock bottom. you are here. it doesn't get any lower than this.

my honest advice to you is to reevaluate everything in your life right now. your manager should have his head handed to him and then you should fire him. your hair stylist should be kicked in the face. all the people that are around your right now are not your real friends, nor do they care about you. they are in it for the $$$, you and i both know that.

you probably feel that you can't trust anyone at the moment. i'm not sure if you actually can.

BUT, remember, you are the reigning princess of pop. the one that everyone (including madonna herself) called THE princess of pop.

abandon whatever hang ups you have at the moment. concentrate on your music. figure something out. stage a real performance somewhere. show up in a manhattan fag bar a la your performance at splash back in the day.

you can get back to where you were once at.

i just think someone needs to encourage you right now and tell you something positive.

and most of all...i think you need a hug.

xoxo

JT

i'll admit it. i'm not the biggest justin timberlake fan. i have futuresex/lovesounds on my ipod. i like the album. it's good music. however, i don't really like him. it makes me uncomfortable to look at him...otherwise known as an U.T.L.A. i watched hbo last night and caught his concert which was broadcast live from MSG in NYC. how did one white boy ever get to be so funky? i mean, for real. this guy can dance. i've seen better concerts and i've seen worst, but i did enjoy his performance. the actual stage show appeared to be sick. they used a lot of skrims, the likes from which i haven't seen since my stage pounding days. there was a constant motion to this show. everything seemed to be choreographed. this is way cool. jt's show had this very polished appearance, but the artist did not detach from his audience. ya know how some artists just "do" the show and then they're out...peace, dueces? jt took the time to chat to the audience...real time. i liked the way the show was filmed for sure. hbo always makes it seem like you're actually there. i hope they keep the production of it for the dvd that i'm sure will be released. they also filmed in between backstage footage...i like this, always. if u didn't catch it on sunday night, check it out on demand or i'm sure they'll play it a million times over.