jesus. no one tell her what just happened.

she'd kill me. szymborska? crying? never happened. you remember nothing.

1. my car should be fixed tomorrow. thank god. i've been eating chinese for years now.

2. last night, i was in bed at 930. in a stunning reversal, mimosa was out until 2. oh no, but it's not just that. she was out until 2 singing karaoke. singing MADONNA. just like a prayer, your voice can take me there. ALSO. whitney houston. i waaaannaaa dance with somebody. with somebody who loves me. somebody whooo, somebody whoooooo...

3. and no, we can't talk about our dates. stop asking that. why you WANT us to do this is beyond me. i mean, it's like this: mamie and i are both in love with two fairly famous writers. they are both geniuses, they are both introspective. as mamie says, the main reason we stand no chance is simple: we're just too lively. we can see them, these brilliant men, sitting there barely blinking while we're running around the room shouting something nuts like fight/flight, juggling, riding unicycles, what have you. and the other dates, such as they are, will not be spoken of here. i mean, i just took DOWN a depressing post.

4. tom. you can't talk about my poverty on your blog--she'll SEE it. it's only a click away. don't listen to him mames. i'm definitely NOT turning cartwheels that tomorrow is pay day. just like, when my mentor (who i will not embarrass by naming on this thing) said, Why are you even teaching? Why not just write? Do you NEED the money or something? i did not battle back hysterics.

5. the owen wilson news DID bring me down.

6. in the midnight hour, i can FEEL your power....