Is it Wednesday? Why, yes it is. For some reason I keep thinking (hoping) it’s Thursday.
Remember DK from last summer? Of course you do. Well, sometimes I Google him to see if he’s published anything else, and yesterday I found that he published another piece in the same newspaper as last year. And his essay isn’t that different from his first one either, more dating woes about how women are scary/crazy and he’s an innocent victim.
I can’t believe I dated that guy for six months. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Scratch that. Yes I do. I didn’t know what I wanted; thought an empty fling would be okay. A six month empty fling. It wasn’t.
I read his piece and I get the willies.
Also makes me feel competitive, in a positive, energizing way. I’m a better writer than he is. I can move beyond these amusing yet vapid pieces about dating and sex. I can be deep, poignant, and honest, and have no problem casting myself in a negative but human light, and I can be funny too.
In my own humble opinion.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to work on after finishing up my memoir. Now I know I want to work on some short pieces culled from my longer piece, and try to get those published. Then in the fall I’ll start work on my second long essay, about China and my cousin and all that crazy shit that happened.
I got my haircut finally! So you all don’t have to hear me whine about it anymore. It’s super short and such a relief to get rid of those rough ends brushing against my neck, especially in this hot weather.
Mario was away for several weeks doing hair on a movie set down south. Something about Louis Armstrong and starring Cuba Gooding Jr.’s brother. Not Cuba Gooding Jr., his brother. Not exactly star-studded.
Got home in time to watch the Gilmore Girls rerun, and then a new House. My favorite line from the episode:
Marina (having been brought back from the dead): “Is this heaven?”
House: “No, it’s New Jersey.”
Heaven, Jersey, Jersey, heaven. You say tomato.
Also, who knew Hugh Laurie is actually British? I had no idea. I’d love to hear that accent.
I couldn’t sleep till one last night. I need to get myself a new job.