February 8, 2004


It's fucked, but whatever.

Lea reacently posted this comment:
"a girl i work with knows Ryan from The OC. He changed his name now that he is a star. His last name now is really his middle name and i forget his real last name. Maybe we will write him a letter. Oh and someone else i work with has another job. at that job one of her coworkes went to high school with Pink. why didn't i go to high school with anyone who is now on a Fox show or MTV? it would make having a yearbook worth something."
This is amazing news! It means that all of us who know Lea now have a mere 4 degrees of separation from Adam Brody a.k.a. Seth!!! I no longer have to read Gawkerstalker and fantasize about seeing him eating brunch in Manhattan. We must start penning letters immediately. I propose the formation of a fan club, who's with me?

Last night on my endless subway ride back to Queens I had the joy of listening to three drunk party girls have an endless slurred fight, they were with me all the way to the final stop on the N/W. I transcribe some of their conversation, because it was truly too good to believe. I can't decide if these girls count as fantasy ladies or sparkle fatties, they were intensely annoying and equally fascinating. They had long hair and tons of eye make up. They didn't look cheesy and weren't wearing sparkle tube tops. There was one silent girl who was probably trying not to puke the whole ride. I imagine she could have been Ukranian. There was one named Melanie with her hair bleached an orange-blond, it was so ugly it was hip. The other had long brown hair and a cigarette scratchy voice. She was sort of tough looking and wouldn't take any shit. Melanie and cigarette girl spoke using drawn out sssss' and a perpetually sarchasitc lilt to their voices.

Melanie:
"Stop it, stop it, just stop talking.
Cigarette Girl:
You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.
M:
Stop it, just stop talking
CG:
I've been so embarassed, you're talking so loudly.
M:
If you're embarassed lets just stop talking.
CG:
You're talking so loudly, why do you insist on doing this.
M:
You're just mad because some fffffat fuck called you a New Jersey trout, when you've never even been to New Jersey.
CG:
Shut up, shut up, shut up...
M:
You know, actually, you know, whatever. I don't know what I did to you, I don't know what it was, but whatever it was I was kidding ok. I was totally joking, so just forget it.
*** After about 40 minutes of arguing, with a short pause during which the girls were silent then joking together for a moment. Cigarette girl then becomes serious and admits what's really upsetting her ***

CG:
Daniel called me a piece of nothing, so I'm not going to ask him for anything. So I'm not going to ask him about the waitressing position. He says I'm fucked up. It isn't a big deal. I didn't make a big deal. It's true. He says I'm fucked up. It doesn't matter much.
M:
That's bullshit.
CG:
I didn't go to school, fine. It's not a big deal, but it's true.
M:
That's bullshit, it obviously is a big deal.
CG:
It's funny. It's cute. It's cute. I've known Dan since middleschool. No one else knows that. It's fucked. It's fucked, but whatever.

Posted by on February 8, 2004 6:15 PM