teeth077: You only think you know, but you don't know
teeth077: ...but you will know...oh, indeed you will
teeth077: come on Trizzy
teeth077: trust me I won't be long
Trizzy: i had a run in with my ideal guy an hour ago
Trizzy: too bad he's not so ideal now that i've seen him in person
teeth077: ideal? Then he must be your ex
Trizzy: J I M M Y F A L L O N held the elevator for me.
Trizzy: oooh - low blow with the ex comment
teeth077: thank you
Trizzy: he's taller than i thought but not as cute
teeth077: really? By the time the doors closed his career was over
teeth077: You should have told him how much you LOVED Taxi
teeth077: and asked him when the sequel is coming out
Trizzy: so sad so sad
teeth077: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Trizzy: lol
teeth077: I'da asked him if Tina Fey was a lesbian
Trizzy: i love that chick too
teeth077: really?
teeth077: Wanna do her?
teeth077: That would be hot
teeth077: ha ha hot
Trizzy: Duuude
teeth077: party on
Trizzy: you're always bustin' my chops yo
teeth077: thats what I do
teeth077: so...what are you wearing?
Trizzy: clothes
teeth077: boring!
Trizzy: what are YOU wearing?
teeth077: a grey double breasted suit
teeth077: kenneth cole shoes
teeth077: silk boxers
Trizzy: hey, did you like utah?
teeth077: yeah, it was nice
Trizzy: one of my exes invited me to go to sundance
teeth077: gee, I get to flirting with you and you have to bring up and ex
teeth077: you love friggin Exs
teeth077: and no I wan't only talking about your ex, I was talking about you bringing up my ex
teeth077: X-X-X
Trizzy: not so true
teeth077: but only now
teeth077: not
Trizzy: some people collect cars, baseball cards...
teeth077: rrrrrrrright
AND HALF AN HOUR LATER...
Trizzy: do you not see what is so wrong with that?
teeth077: with spell check
teeth077: or that all your friends are exs
teeth077: except for me, which lowers my self-esteem
Trizzy: you know this chat's going up on my blog
Trizzy: edited, of course
teeth077: to make me look like a dingbat I'm sure
Trizzy: nah, it's just funny
Trizzy: i hung out the other night with that guy and there's no zippy repartee
Trizzy: not interested.
Trizzy: it was disappointing.
teeth077: Did you say "Hurry up so I can make you my Ex already!"
Trizzy: retard
teeth077: "I'm not interested in dating! I'm about the 'exing!"
teeth077: "Now join my X-men!"
teeth077: HAHAHAHAH
teeth077: that's so stupid its funny
maybe it's because i was spelling bee (as well as speech meet) champ three years in a row during grade school... i have a good friend that claims to be a writer (just kidding, he's actually a very good writer), however he's a horrendous speller. he even teaches writing at a local university... what the fondue???!!! my best friend can't spell either - even worse via IM. at least i'm not the only one that thinks that poor grammar and spelling are bad... very bad...
from my friend, big v: as for "closer", be warned it's a tough movie to watch. not for everyone. i'm trying to see if there's a soundtrack too. natalie portman is so pretty i want to kill her. there's a line in there i thought was so profound... "You know the thing with depressive people is that they don't believe they deserve to be loved. Yet when they try to be happy they can't because they don't get to be depressed anymore." That's a doozie! this weekend's a big holiday party weekend (woo hoo!). it seems like with mercury in retrograde and all (you think i'm kidding?), that everyone could use it... i'm also psyched because "Oceans 12" and "The Aviator" are coming out... trying to decide which one to see this sunday...
whew! well, it's been awhile since my last post. and it's because i couldn't remember my password for blogger... holidays are approaching and i'm so psyched...
Monday, September 27, 2004
It isn’t necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice— there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. -Frank Zappa (1940–1993)
Saturday, September 25, 2004
I don’t want to make money, I just want to be wonderful. - Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962)
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
- Eliza Cook (1817–1889)
When I first moved to New York over eleven years ago, I thought of life as an adventure where mistakes were allowable because even when we screwed things up, lessons were learned and we moved on. I still believe in that to a certain extent, but now that I'm in my 30's, my life has become more like a continuous "work in progress"~ not as adventurous and with a heckuva lot less chaos that, as a masochist of sorts, I have unnecessarily put upon myself. In retrospect, I've made a lot of mistakes and have repeated several -i.e., the whole stupid long-term non-committed relationship thing... associating myself with beaus way beyond the relationships' expiration dates, continuing to take jobs that were merely a means to a paycheck, and even with that paycheck always falling short financially, etc. What I've learned (and I'm still working on getting past it) is that I'm afraid of making commitments and having expectations put on me because I fear that I'll fail to deliver because somehow I feel inadequate, unprepared, and not ready to accept any of the consequences of my actions. I should know better, but this fear has paralyzed my personal and professional growth.
I guess that part of why this has been on my mind is because I just accepted a new job, leaving a company that I love but in a position that's left me professionally and mentally stagnant. With this new endeavor, I'm feeling a bit anxious, excited, but unsure. The main thing that keeps me going is this inner compass that's guiding me to try to make life simpler and more fulfilling. I love the area where my new company is located -- downtown in Union Square. When I worked for an antiques gallery as a manager, despite the fact that my pay was low, I felt vibrant and took ownership of what I did (mostly publicity, marketing, and advertising projects). It was fun. I'm hoping that those feelings, if not more, will be incorporated with this upcoming venture. More important, I hope to discover some talent or path that will propel this "work in progress" to a level where I can peel off this mask of insecurity and uncertainty, so that perhaps I will FINALLY be able to fully commit to something, to someone, and most of all, to myself.
(If the tone seems serious, aside from the new job, my friend's mom died unexpectedly this week and today was the funeral. It reminded me of my mom, my grandmother, Inay, who passed away several years ago, and it made me think of how I've been living my life vs. how I want my life to be.)
Life really is too short, and I need to get a move on...
my friend, teeth, showed me hisblogand encouraged me to get my own. so far, i've only posted some of my favorite pics over the years... it's a start! i'm not particularly good at taking the time to write an entry in any kind of diary or journal, much less a blog, but what the heck... what the fondue!?