April 2009
You and I had to be the standing joke of the year....
March 2009
Turtle Bay, New York
I discovered today that Thomas Wolfe, Edgar Allen Poe, Truman Capote and John Steinbeck (among several other writers) have all lived in my small, adorable Manhattan neighborhood at some point in their lives.
If that’s not inspiration, I’m not sure what is.
Watch“How to Lose a Guy in 10 Texts.” Not revolutionary, but definitely funny.
This is why I like to err on the side of caution with my texts. Unless, of course, there’s vodka involved.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...”
– Sylvia Plath, my literary hero.
Self-doubt = writer’s block = blank Word document. Ugh.
Lofty goals for the week
Finally sit down and create a tenative (but detailed) itinerary for Costa Rica trip.
Stop biting nails (again).
Start and finish Wednesday’s writing assignment more than several hours before it’s due.
Begin working on larger writing project (polished short story or chapter in a longer piece) so it’s absolutely flawless to present to the class on 4/22.
Like I said. Lofty.
[Griffin House - The Guy That Says Goodbye to You...
wknd
I woke up Saturday morning SURE that it was Sunday, which is why I think this weekend felt longer than usual. It was definitely an enjoyable one nonetheless. Some highlights…
Drinking beer OUTSIDE for the first time in months. Spring is in the air!
Testing out the new bangs
Absolutely no pictures! (sad/bizarre)
Shameful drunk texts
Brunch @ Balthazar
Hilarious/juicy/fantastic...
“Chivalry is free, free, free! [It] doesn’t cost anything to have good...”
– Patti Stanger, Millionaire Matchmaker
[Holly Conlan - OK]
I’m self-absorbed, and...
She Bangs, She bangs
[phone convo last night]
Me: Oh! So, I got BANGS!
Anjali: Really?! This weekend? Damn. Tell me about it! How was it?
Me: Wait, what? Why are you so excited?
Anjali: cause you got BANGED!
Me: BANGS you idiot! hahahaha
Anjali: hahahaha, OH. I was about to be like, WHY are you using 80s lingo to say you got laid?
“The gays at this bar think you look like a young Goldie Hawn. These queers...”
– Michael after I emailed him a pic of my new bangs (which apparently he opened in the bar). Lovesit.
“You deserve someone who wants to have dates with you every night.”
– A wise old friend
“Dreams are Dead” by Gas Station...
“I love how you quote Gloria Steinem, but you won’t even text a guy first!”
– Lindsey F. Touché.
Me: Want to read my story?
Michael: I guess. Is it dirty?
Me: Definitely not.
Michael: Ugh. Can you write some erotica already, thanks.
“Women and girls no longer feel crazy, alone or flying in the face of nature if...”
– Gloria Steinem
“We’ve demonstrated that women can do what men do, but not yet that men can do...”
– Gloria Steinem
My favorite excerpt from this week’s writing assignment…
New York made it all so easy. And I loved the city for this very reason. If you played your cards right, you could have anything you desired – countless women, private club memberships, around-the-clock service, whatever – all with a few smart moves. It was a brilliant mecca of ass and assets, and it never failed to deliver.
Me: You need to watch the Little Miss Perfect mother-daughter competition!
Whit: I don't think you know what "need" means.
Me: You've said that to me before.
Whit: And you still don't know.
Me: I'm currently writing a story for my NYU class from the perspective of a 40-yr-old bachelor, and it's HARD. When I'm not writing like a 20something New York chick, it just doesn't flow. Quite the challenge.
Daniel: huh, interesting. just think like a self-centered pervert... in a good way.
Me: I'm trying to, and he's turning into a total cliche. HEY, LIKE MOST MEN!
Me: I don't get it. When you like someone and want to see them, I feel like you make it happen...and you throw the games out the window.
Brent: You have to play some sort of game, no matter what.
Me: I mean, I always do, but I hate not being in CHARGE of the game.
Brent: Congrats! You're a woman!
“I’ll go crazy if I don’t go...
Unlike myself
This week’s writing assignment: A monologue or stream of consciousness or other form that uses the thoughts of a person who is unlike you.
I began this story thinking I would write about the thoughts that pass through a woman’s head as she overanalyzes and makes excuses for a guy who hasn’t called. But then I realized that’s exactly like myself. So I decided to write it as...
So many good quotes on this long, busy, blah...
“So, you know my ex-boyfriend [redacted]…the one with the guns and dead...”
– Whitney. No, I don’t. Thank God.
“And you’re very much an “I can do it myself”-type of...”
– Chelsea G.
“Living in New York City gives people real incentives to want things that nobody...”
– Andy Warhol
“All the parents were talking about who’s getting married and...”
– Mom
“You gotta be a really good man to be better than no man at all.”
– Blues song (via HuffPo)
“I won’t fall apart” by Ron Pope...
I forgot
…how sweet it is to hold hands with someone in a movie theater. Even when the movie is gory, insipid and terribly too long.
“Sara. Stop taking the easy way out! You made NYC your bitch…there’s...”
– The ever-so-wise words of Lindsey F.
Guy at bar: Are you really an Irish princess?
Me: Duh.
Guy at bar: So what's your last name then?
Me: That's a little personal.
Guy at bar: Aw, come on. I just want to see how Irish you are.
Me: [trying to make up a good one] It's...O'...O'...
Guy at bar: Bullshit!
Me: Yes! Sara O'Bullshit!
Everyone: That's about accurate.
Current playlist obsession: “Better...
