Today: A Breakdown

-1 Woke up exhausted. Ah, so this is the result of performing at a time where you should be in bed... then going out for a drink and then playing Photo Hunt and Draggle Drop at a bar until 1am or so, and then staying up even later because you think you're not tired enough for bed...

+1 Bus came right away.

-1 No time to stop at Starbucks. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!L@!@#!#!#k!#!#!!

+1 Evan's in work with me today!

+1 Quality kitchen time with Roberto... and sighing over stuff. Apparently, the coffee at work does the job, costs nothing and helps one realize the world does not end without Starbucks.

-1 Really? How the fuck do you expect me to fix that for you? You really can't figure it out yourself?

+1 Free lunch Thursday. Walk to Regina's with Ashley & Mike

-1 Pizza not ready. I sign a slip. It's over the budget. Shit. Wait, my name isn't Jean... I didn't order over 20 pizzas... wait a minute, I'm breathing on these pizzas and they're not mine. Sir, I'm not Jean, I'm Patty. Oh, yes, thanks, that receipt is better for the buyer! And my pizzas are still not ready. Coming right up. Best quote of the day: "Your passion for life is going to lead you to an early grave." Thank you Mike Rubino's dad!!

-1 Carrying HOT, STEAMING pizzas is never fun. Even if it's like, 2 feet. Ouch!!!

+1 Pizza. Good pizza. Not that other shit.

+1 Yay, walk with Roberto!

-1 SHOOTING PAINS. OH MY GOD. I'M CRIPPLED. LITERALLY CAN'T BREATHE OR WALK. HOLY SHIT. I'M DYING.

+1 I bought a scarf!

-1 OH MY GOD ROBERTO, SERIOUSLY, WE NEED TO STOP WALKING... THIS HURTS. I'M DYING.

-1 Throw up for 20 minutes.

+1 REVIEW!!!! Very, very good review! Resulted in a raise! AWESOME!!

+1 You're a very cute man. I like when you look at me, and I look at you and then we smile and then you say something witty and I say something witty and then we laugh and that's it.

-1 Work isn't over yet... ?!?! Really?!?!

+1 Starbucks... :)

-1 Left work, Ev and I walked in opposite directions... he saw cute guy I like and I didn't!!!

+1 TGIFRIDAYS with Casey Dibello and Matt!!

-1 Matt and Casey having awkward talk... with me there... stoppp ittttttttt.... I love you both.... stoooppp.

+1 Drink. Food. Fun.

+1 TARGET... with my dads. Dibello's looking for car lights... but it's TARGET.. not... Me: Where are we?!?! Casey: Carget! Me: DAMNIT CASEY!! That was the joke, and it's not supposed to be CARGET, that was the point.

-1 I put my keys and cotton swabs down so I could try to lift a 25 lb weight to no avail. Babyface does it with ease. Fuck you Babyface with your strong arms. Oooh, when you let the weights fall to the ground while they're still in your hands, it cracks your back real good.

+1 I love Spearmint gum.

-1 I left said keys on the shelf. Matt and Dibello leave... Casey comes with me to make fun of me the whole way through.

+1 30 Rock! Painting nails!

-1 Shooting pains again. Narrow down to two possible reasons: Cancer, or ulcer. Scare Casey with cancer talk is fun.



I am a MESS.

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

This picture cracks me up. It's straight up Glamour Shots.

I love Bryan and Kelly.... too much.

What I Like This Minute (Uh, oh, there it goes)

If there’s anything my sister and I have in common (and we actually have a lot in common) it’s that we both have slightly obsessive personalities.

Growing up, I was obsessed with the Backstreet Boys, and she was obsessed with a sci-fi TV show that I won’t say because she might get mad at me. Then we met Harry Potter (although of course she met him in book FOUR before any other book – so the first 3 were basically ruined for her!) and then we met the Bluth’s… and How I Met Your Mother… and Gossip Girl… and she met Spashley, and I met Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon, etc. You get the picture (but I could continue on!)

We’re very passionate about things… until we lose interest. Both of us are also borderline ADD, so we lose interest… a lot.

So, when my work gave me the task of searching for and purchasing new office furniture (kitchen tables, comfy chairs, etc.) I took the challenge – and have since become *obsessed* with interior design.

I have scoured websites looking for the best (and cheapest) options. When I found bar chairs that I absolutely couldn’t live without – see above - that were a little more expensive than the budget – then I found everything else for a lot cheaper and still came in under budget. It was like I was on my own episode of Design on a Dime, or even like Supermarket Sweep.

I even got so excited about it that I researched going to grad school for Interior Design. (Since I don’t have a BA in visual arts, it would take me like 3-4 years, so F that.) But living the past few days running Patty Barrett Designs has been fun and exciting. (Of course, it's like Will & Grace, and Roberto is my Will... since it's all been taking place in my place of work that is not an actual design company. Damnit.)

It’s inspired me to re-decorate my apartment. I bought like six posters that I’m going to frame. And well, I’m going to pick up the endless amount of crap covering my tables and floors! Feng shui, indeed.

Also – I found a cool blog with apartment tips and stuff: Apartment Therapy, http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/. And by "found" I mean Evan sent it to me. Thanks, Evbot! I'll buy you this for to say thank you!



** So basically, if you have design needs and want to decorate your apartment or if you want anyone to plan your trips for you (oh, also I want to be a travel agent) then please contact me at thepattybarrett@gmail.com. Thanks!

The Critic

I didn’t watch the Oscars because if watching all the movies that were nominated sounds too boring for me – then watching the incredibly long award show that hands out awards for these movies seems pointless.

But, my inability to watch movies is pretty ridiculous. If I don’t have ADD (which is still up in the air) then I should be able to sit for a period of time without losing interest. My problem is that I just literally can’t sit still. I’ll check my phone (and now that I have a Blackberry, this problem is only 10x worse), I’ll get up and go on the computer, I’ll get a drink, I’ll do anything I can to occupy myself.

Last night I decided to fucking sit down and watch movies. It was a rainy night and what better to do than watch a movie! (Besides go drinking, but that was out!) So, here’s my movie reviews:

Vicky Cristina Barcelona: Increible! I loved it a lot. I figured out that it’s strange that I don’t like watching movies – but for some reason, one of my new favorite genres is foreign films. Albeit, VCB isn’t technically a foreign film – but there are some definite moments where the third love of my life, Penelope Cruz, speaks Spanish. (1. Tina Fey, 2. Salma Hayek… yes these are all women. No I’m not a lesbian [also up in the air]) It’s brilliant. The views were great – I want to visit Barcelona so badly. And there are some sexy makeout scenes. I like the story. I like the movie.

Kill Bill 2: I also never really liked action movies, or scary movies (and KB2 isn’t scary, so I don’t know why I brought that up… well, it’s gory.) But, I love Quentin Tarantino movies… right down to the music and cereal brands. I like the second Kill Bill better because it’s more plot-oriented than action. There is no scene where she kills an entire mob – but she does rip out an eyeball. And the way the events of the movie are out of sequence is my favorite part of QT movies (and he is not a “cutie” so that name is ironic). And the way Bill eventually dies (the movie is called Kill Bill, btdubs) is actually kind of beautiful.

La Vie En Rose: French. Edith Piaf. Sad… prostitutes… blindness… miraculous curing of blindness… circus… singing… Tons of singing… death… morphine… more singing… knocking over juice… weird eyes… drinking!... morphine… American… singing. Loved it. Gave me nightmares… which is strange.

Every movie I watched had some sort of different language in it! It’s like I went to Spain, China and France. I’m so cultured.

The point is: I watched three movies, enjoyed them, and didn’t spontaneously combust.

Sure, I did a bit of texting, painted my nails, flipped through Self and Budget Travel magazine. But all in all – I made great strides.

All You Need Is Love

This past weekend I worked at IA both nights. That's never really all that fun because you lose your weekend and the weekend goes by like a speeding bullet because your busy the whole time. But, it's not like I do it every weekend, so whatever. I'll help a brother (or two) out when needed.

Everything happened. Two busy nights... rowdy customers, drunk assholes, the whole shebang.

And then I got groped. And then Kelly was told, "If I didn't have a fiance, I would totally fuck you." and then the GM and the ENTIRE CAST kicked the guy out. The cops came down, it was an ordeal. And like a second show for all the patrons! Everyone was so excited, they love the dramz.

But then I realized, when I saw the support, that although I complain about that job LIKE IT'S MY JOB... there's a reason I was there for so long. Because no amount of stocking bathrooms, shitty customers, incident reports from hurting myself, long nights, fights with customers and/or staff or actors... none of the bad things come close to the amount of awesomeness I remember and relate to that job. I know without having it I wouldn't be where I am today! I wouldn't have my job... I wouldn't have my friends... it's a great feeling to be supported and know that no matter what shit goes down under that CVS... good stuff happens, too.

For every bad show, there's a good show. For every bad customer, there's a good customer. For every bad memory, there are 100 good ones!

So, thank you IA... for making me the neurotic, crazy (but hard working!) alcoholic that I am! Be nowhere without ya!

I'm Just Not That Into You

Dear Theater Goers,

I know it’s hard to sit down for up to 2 hours without moving, or talking, or checking your phone. It’s a difficult task – believe me, it’s often painful for me. But sometimes, you need to sit still. Going to the movies is a pleasurable experience for most people – and it’s not fair to ruin experiences for everyone else by being a dumb asshole.

So, basically I just don’t understand why you feel the need to ruin it for people.

It’s not necessary to have huge reactions to movies that aren’t horror films. If a character does or says something mean… then it’s not really okay for you to go, “Uh uh! I don’t think so!!” really loud. The first time it’s funny, the next time it’s like, “Ok…” the third time it gets to the “Really? No, but really?” point.

Also, talking loudly amongst your friends is the WORST. If I can’t hear what’s happening in the movie, then you’re being an ignorant twat.

Oh, and if you’re seeing a Disney movie (like Wall-E) and you’re in front of me talking about crack and whatever illegal substances and activities you’re up to (all while commenting loudly on the movie! The children’s movie! The movie about an ADORABLE robot who has a mission to SAVE THE EARTH!) then just stop! Don’t you DARE disrespect Wall-E like that. I’m watching him on his eco-friendly mission of love, and you are ruining it!

And if you like a movie, don’t throw candy at everyone in the end!!

And if someone tells you to be quiet – it is *not* nice to yell “suck a cock!”

You are IGNORANT and you should not be allowed in a movie theater!

I’m just not that into you.

Clearly.

Thank you.

- Patty

Jump Back on the Horse

This past weekend was good in the fact that:

I slept in for 4 days instead of 3.
I had dinner with Betsy & Evan at Silvertone
I saw Jules! (and the 2 Nicks) and we had drinks.
Two rehearsals: Leather Gang and Awkward Compliment.
Alison's last night.
I saw family.

But, I feel like it was all a blur. My uncle Billy passed away on Friday and a very sad weekend followed. I couldn’t concentrate on Saturday night (so I’m sorry to all the people who thought I was acting weird then) and Monday and Tuesday were awfully sad.

Stupid cancer.

Now I’m afraid that I’m going to unexpectedly come down with some form of cancer, considering it’s happened to a majority of my aunts and uncles. It’s in the family – all kinds – and sure I’m young, but you never know!

So now is the time to live everyday like it’s my last.

Even though I’ll probably do that by continuing to not ask people out, staying in to sleep instead of going out and having fun late at night, and, yeah… you get the gist.

Anyway, hope everyone’s President’s Day was awesome. More light hearted entries to follow... Like about how M.I.A is a terrorist!

My Rape Whistle Brings All The Boys To The Yard

I've got a few good Valentine's Day gifts over the years. A giant teddy bear, expensive lip gloss, hickeys that got me in trouble, cards from people who broke my heart a week before, jewelry... y'know, the usual.

But this year, I got the most unexpected and best gift of all.

A rape whistle. (It was a pro-NBA whistle! Mainly used for raping... not calling things in b-ball.)

Babyface Gudernatch came to rehearsal with valentines for everyone. Mine was addressed to "The Snatch" and it had a drawing of a girl saying "HELP!" and there were Hannah Montana tattoo's (which I'm rocking right now) and a giant Toblerone taped to the envelope.

It was, by far, the snatchiest valentine ever.

Thanks BFG.

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Does anyone remember the show "Undressed" that was basically softcore porn (even softer than softcore porn... cashmere porn?) I just remember being like 12 and thinking it was so awesome! That's what college is like! Sex! Girls seducing men with popsicles!

These days, I don't watch unlimited (and often unwanted) amounts of MTV anymore because we don't have cable TV in the new office yet. And I'm so scarred by watching it all day for so long that I don't even think to turn it on at night.

Until I did.

What the fuck is wrong with MTV? Like, whatever. I'll deal with "The City" and "The Hills" because as much as I hate to admit it, I'm kind of interested in the *nothing* that happens on those shows. At the very least I can see what the kids are into these days.

Looking through their show line-up, here is what I think of some shows:

Bromance: Really?!?!?! I was driving by Rain nightclub (Townline Bowling) and there was a sign promoting Brody's appearance and I just got sad for the amount of girls who were texting their girls saying, "Put on your trashiest outfits ladies - we're going to MALDEN to see Brody Jenner!!!!"

NEXT: Worst show on television. Literally horrible. Girls are idiots for going on the show and it makes it 10x harder to feel sorry for them when guys say "NEXT" right away. (Although there was *one* episode I liked where this hot gay guy was asked out for a second date in the end and he said no because of the way the guy treated the gays before him. Loved it.)

Parental Control: I do not want to see parents on television setting up dates for their children. Horrible acting, referring to children as "hot" ... gross.

The worst part of all this mess is that I actually enjoy MADE every now and then. I'm a sucker for a good makeover show. And Run's House is kind of hilarious because Run is great. I've had conversations in bars about what happened on "The Hills"... non-ironically. And I watched the last episode of "Paris Hilton's New BFF" online when I missed the last episode because we moved.

I'm ashamed.

Hate it or love it... it plays an incredibly large role in our lives.

But remember when it was so good? Daria? I miss Daria.

Oh, and p.s. it's Friday the 13th. Watch out. A lot of bad stuff has already happened in my corner.

My Funny Valentine, or How I Almost Got Arrested For Burglary By Avoiding Rape (Help)

I live in Everett, a town 10 minutes driving distance from Boston. If I'm in Boston late without a car, I'll always cab home. I never take the T past like... 8:30. Which is weird, sure, but there's no good that can happen on the T to where I'm going past that time. I take the orange line and a bus from skeevy stations so no, I'm set. I'll pay a $20 cab.

Last night though, Casey had to take the T because his roommate is a jerk. Since we're both on the Orange Line - I went with him since it'd be company and I wouldn't get creeped on in the presence of company!

Well, I kinda did. There was this guy that kept talking really loud asking questions and staring at me. But thankfully, he got off when Casey did. But then, I met Carlos.

Carlos was waiting for a cab like me at the train station because I missed the last bus. At this point, I was thinking, "Why the fuck didn't I just take a cab from Boston?" but whatever, a cab would come eventually. I was surrounded by the creepiest men you'd ever meet. Homeless people, drug addicts... Malden and Everett trash. A couple of cabs come, and all the other guys jump into them, a lot of them were sharing cabs out of convenience for the cabby - even though I was there first. Whatever. Not going to say anything... chivalry doesn't exist north of Boston.

Now it's just Carlos and I. Now, Carlos isn't bad looking. When I saw him, I thought, "Oh, he's attractive." But then Carlos says, "Where are you going?" and I say, "Everett." There's a pause.

"What's your name?"

"Patty."

Another pause.

"Why are you getting home so late?" He says, sort of protectively.

"I had a show."

"What? A show? I'm not even going to ask..."

A pause.

"What kind of show? Do you hang out in Cambridge at all?"

"Uh, no? It was a comedy show."

Then he went on about a friend of his who does comedy at Dick Doherty's. I said I don't do stand-up, I do improv. And then he told me that was really cool - and I completely regretted telling him I do comedy. And will not ever say it again. It opens up cheesy jokes and stories about pasts as comedians, or friends that are comedians and "do you know this person?" Ew, hate it. Not sexy.

So, a cab pulls up and asks if we're going to the same direction. And he tells me that he lives near me, but he's going to Boston - but we can split a cab. I mean, Carlos is kind of creeping me out, but eh. I live 5 mins from the station, so I thought, "Eh, easy."

"So, how old are you?"

"22."

"You're young."

"Why? How old are you?"

"Guess."

"28."

Laughs. "No, no... close. 29."

"Ok. That's not much older."

"So comedy, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"You're gorgeous."

"Thank you."

"Can I get a card or anything?"

"No, I don't have one."

"What are you? Ghetto? Who doesn't have a card?"

"Well, I have one, just not with me."

"Then... maybe I can come up to your place and grab one of your cards?"

"Uh.. no, I don't think so."

"Come on? Are you not attracted to me? I'm attracted to you. If this cab had a window divider I'd be all over you in the back of this cab."

"Uh... sorry."

"So you DO actually have a card, you're just a fucking liar."

"What? No.."

The cab pulls up to my house. I get out, he grabs my hand and tells me, "It was nice to meet you beautiful. I live right down the street. Maybe I'll stop by sometime."

Then my immediate thought is... "This guy's going to rape me in my sleep tonight." So my first thought was to go to a neighbor's house. So I climbed the steps, slowly, hoping the driver would leave. He didn't. Fuck.

So I fumbled in my bag looking for the keys. Didn't leave. I opened the wind door. Didn't leave. I start fumbling at the door with an imaginary key. Someone peeks through the window blinds. Damnit, this person's going to think I'm breaking into their house now. Another person looks through the blinds, then they disappear. I'm pretty sure either to get a gun/knife/sword or call the cops.

So I stay there for about 2 minutes until the cab driver leaves.

Then I went home.

I wasn't arrested.

And I wasn't raped.

All in all, a good night.

The funny thing is that I was actually texting Casey rape (help) jokes... and low and behold, it could have easily happened given the situation of being a young girl wearing a low cut top at 1am at Malden Station.

But hey, how about that Leather Gang huh? Amazing show!

Funny laughies!

Have I mentioned how much I'm loving recent times with all this comedy stuff? I've had conistent shows all over the place and it's very, very exciting because I love both of my groups very, very much.

I'm finally at the point where I feel like inviting people to shows. I mean, I've always wanted people to come but now I'm so proud and fond of these groups that it's like... probably the highlight of my career. Right? I can say that at 22, right?

So to all of the people who read this who don't actually DO comedy with me... or work in the vicinity where I do comedy... well, then, come check out my shows on Wednesday nights at 10pm. Sure it's late, but we're all young and powerful and can bounce back from a late night in mere hours with coffee and heroine!

10pm - Every Wednesday
$5
Improv Asylum
216 Hanover Street
The North End
Boston, MA 02114
Next to CVS

For the most part, all these people are really talented. And shows kind of suck when there's no one there to laugh at them. And without encouragement we die. Like literally. I feel like improvisers are video game characters... and everytime no one laughs, a little bit of our energy/power bars go down... but when people laugh - it goes up until finally it hits the very top of the bar and then we're unstoppable - like Mario when he gets a star and he's all shiny and sparkly and superhuman!

Bad analogy?

Whatever... just come to the damn shows.

Love you all,
Parrotall.

Patty and her gays.

For some reason, I collect gays. Gays love me! Is saying "gays" appropriate? Eh, whatever, my collection of gays don't care. Anywho, there have been several instances in my life where I formed crushes on guys, and they were either obviously gay or were gay and I found out later. Like, on more than one occasion. Gays just LOVE me - some to the point where they touch me, flirt with me, and even kiss me... and now I'm getting used to the fact that any guy who does that is probably gay (note: work holiday party) or just a weird friend of mine (note: Seriously Bent).

Anywho, that's probably why I'm absolutely in love with Neil Patrick Harris. I know he's gay! But he's so cute! And he sure ain't gay on "How I Met Your Mother"... and he plays such a convincing straight.


This is one of my favorite moments. God, do I love a good call back.


But if you like How I Met Your Mother, you should watch this. Hilarious!

I Turn My Head To The East

My weekend was incredibly eventful and busy. I've got into this strange routine of "work week life" and "weekend life" where on the weekends, I'm still working, except it's towards something creative and fun and what I want to be doing all the time. Also, it's that part that's costing me more money than I'm taking in - but hey, it's all worth it.

I hung out with the guys from Awkward Compliment every single night from Wednesday to Saturday evening, and even last night for rehearsal. It was just constant shows, rehearsing, dinner, drinks, etc. But it was totally fun. We've been referring to it at our own "camp-prov" because we spent so much time together, got to know each other better, and we even had a dance party to end it all... which is the kind of stuff that happens at camp! I loved it.

It's weird to be the only girl in a group of guys. That's always been the case for me in improv I guess, it's always been a larger ratio of men to women, and I'm usually the only lady in a group... but it's more distinct in this one. I really enjoy it... it's so much less pressure and catty and there's less gossiping (OK, that's a lie, there's still plenty of gossiping) and just more bits. If you can't keep a consistent bit going - then you're not worth being friends with.

Sure, I drove into a snow bank. Sure, Matt doesn't remember taking me home on Friday night because he was so drunk. Sure, Matt Casey and I blasted "2-Become-1" in the car on the way home and sang our hearts out to every single word (along with "Dead and Gone" and "I Hate This Part") Sure, Duffy talked about rim jobs and tongue darting while a man spun naked on a pottery wheel.

Yup... but hey, that's Camprov 2009. Learn, laugh, love, COBITMENT.

Anyway - I'm excited for the multiple of projects and shows we have lined up. I love my little side life.

Crabby Patty

Every single time I walk out of the dentist, I want to collapse on the ground in tears. And I mean every single time - whether it's a cleaning, root canal, fillings, general check in (all of which I've had in the past 4 months!) Safe to say, the #1 lesson I walked away with in 2008 was FLOSS. And I do. Every single day. Every second I can.

But I'm still paying the price for my fear of the dentist after getting my wisdom teeth removed a few years ago. Ouch!! Today I got 2 fillings - it cost $90 (and that's AFTER health insurance)

Usually, after dentist appointments, I'll take the rest of the day off work just because I'm mentally exhausted. I sit in the dentist chair shaking. My hands get all sweaty and I basically have convulsions. When I get out - I just want to go home and be in bed. Today, I chose to come back to work so that Evan wouldn't have to cover my desk all afternoon again.

But I look like I had a stroke. Roberto laughs at me when I talk. I went to get water and Evan told me to drink it over the sink in case I spit everywhere. I've been covering my face with my scarf and avoiding conversations with people - but when they directly speak to me, I have no choice. Only HALF of my face is moving!

It's the worst.

Hopefully it will be better by the time I go on stage tonight. Or else Awkward Compliment will be the most respected improv troupe in all the world for taking in a stroke victim. Either that or an overly-botoxed 22 year old. Or.. just someone who went to the dentist...

Whatever.

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I've been toying with the idea of moving to NYC in the fall.

And today, while scouring through my NYC DailyCandy newsletter (I receive both Boston and NYC) I was like, "Man, it'd be so cool to go there! I'd totally go there... etc etc etc." and then I realized, there are like 100 places in Boston that I think "would be cool" but I never, ever go. What makes me think moving to New York would all of a sudden make me ten times more adventurous?

I'm more of a "find one and stick with it!" kind of gal. Which would explain why I've barely crawled out of the basement of the Asylum for years. And Silvertone is my go-to restaurant for everything in Boston. Or, even better, going to Vegas and going to the SAME THREE PLACES every single night.

I'm also like that with vacations. I go to the same places all the time because I know them and I stick with them. I've been to Disney World 5 times, or 6, I lost count. New Hampshire, Chicago, New York City, and now Vegas. It's time to step out of the box and go to somewhere like... Iowa. No... No. I take that back.

It's a rare occasion when I try something new, but the fact of the matter is - I always have a good time when I do. New adventures are my FAVORITE. Hey, there was a point in time when Silvertone was new! And IA was a hot, new and exciting place to go... all of 7 years ago.

I want to go to the ICA to see Shepard Fairey, the street art exhibit. I love street art. I even love little hearts spray painted on some plywood on Cooper St. in the North End. Also - there are these posters being put up everywhere with this guy's face... and I'm pretty sure it's Corey from Seriously Bent. Just sayin'.

Whoa

Have you ever looked at the time and thought, "Wow, I have just LITERALLY wasted hours of time doing nothing." I have. First, I noticed my back starting to hurt. And my eyes getting blurry and strained. Then I saw the time and realized it had been two hours since I had gone to lunch and had done nothing but move the Quote Board from Myspace to Facebook.

So, I'm sorry for my being all up in everyone's Facebook's today :)

Although - today was a good day. A bit chilly, but it's sunny and bright.

Perfect walking weather for Roberto & Starbucks & Ghosts sitting on benches!!

Music makes the people come together.

I have a weird relationship with music.

Apparently, what I listen to is the worst. Once when I was working down at the Asylum during the day, I was playing Jason Mraz. And Jeremy made fun of it. And once I was playing Billy Joel and Jeremy made fun of it. And Mike has made fun of stuff. And Evan, and Betsy, and the list goes on.

So I try to keep the music I listen to on the DL.

Right now I have my iPod on random at work. The weirdest stuff is coming on. And as I go through it all – there are songs that I don’t even know. Did I download that? Did it come preloaded on my itunes? What?

And then ones I haven’t heard in a while so that's great. Love it.

Then there's the inappropriate ones which is hilarious. Nothing like having clients walk in while you're playing "Hypnotize" by Biggie or "The Seed" by the Roots and Cody ChesnuTT... or "Red Light Special" by TLC. :)

There are some that I just can’t listen to. A few years ago, I listened to John Mayer Trio all the fucking time and loved it. And now, when I listen to it, I get sick to my stomach. Hearing the song “Gravity” makes me think of really bad times and I can’t deal with it. The CD used to be my favorite – and now forget about it. Along the same lines, and time period, I’ve quickly skipped past “Smile” by Lily Allen, “Mas Que Nada” by the Black Eyed Peas, “Cupid’s Chokehold” by Gym Class Heroes and “Le Disko” by Shiny Toy Guns. All of them. Gross. Bad. Ugh.

Unrelated, but I also can’t listen to “Red Red Wine” or “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by UB40 or - it literally makes me cringe! I get a knot in my stomach and I freak out. It stems from a really, really weird child memory. A memory that no child would ever be weirded out by, but I’m from a different family where my sister and I often wonder why our parents are getting along, and what we can do to change that.

Music is a weird subject for me. Hm.

And one last time.

.... and scene.

The best part of watching TV online...

... is seeing your friends in commercials and movie trailers.

Ah, love it.

Thoughts

Does surrounding yourself with your goals, ambitions, and resolutions actually help you succeed in them everyday? I mean like, putting up index cards with quotes and post-its with "You will write for an hour today!". Does that actually help motivate you, or make you feel worse when you don't actually do anything?

Is it just me, or does nobody else want to have sex - nonetheless make a sex tape! - with Verne Troyer? Is that a thing? Are people into that? Doesn't it kind of feel like you're having sex with a baby?

Were we victimized growing up or did we victimize ourselves? Do we resent people because they actually did anything wrong - or do we resent them because of the way we felt about ourselves when we knew them, or went to school with them. Maybe all these "douche bags" and "bitches" we went to high school with weren't actually all that bad. (They probably were though, right? Yeah)

Why do people with curly hair want straight hair and vice versa? My hair's wavy and I opt for both depending on the day/laziness level. Why do we always want what we can't have, and not appreciate what we're given?

Why did I lose my Boston accent when I started working at a somewhat melting pot theater where nobody was really from Boston or the surrounding area? All of a sudden I say "Or-inge" instead of "AWE-RINGE" for "Orange" and "FLOOR-IDA" instead of "FLAWRIDA". R's are clearly pronounced. I mourn the loss of my Boston accent, it used to be prominent. (Though for some reason I say "rum" instead of "room" and can't pronounce "beer" or "bear" correctly to save my life.)

Working at IA has also helped me realize that nobody should be scared of the "normal" way of life. No one should be scared that they'll need to get married in their late 20's, have a baby, and do all of that stuff - because everyone I know is young, hip and still have no idea where they're going in life... and they're all at prime baby-making ages. Wait - is that good or bad? It comforts me nonetheless. I've got my whole life ahead of me!

And that is all, my dear friends, that I have for today. Adios!