2004-04-01 - 3:14 p.m.
i am always speaking too soon.
mary j. is NOT happening. she is NOT coming to boston. she will be in NYC the night she is supposed to be here. babies, i don't even want to talk about how much this upsets me.
so instead, i got tickets to see morrissey at the apollo theater in NYC. how do you say "swooning"? it should be obvi from the name of this place that i lurve one stephen morrissey like it is a part-time job. last time i saw him, i thought his wildly yet controlled swinging microphone would smack me in the head (oh, i welcomed the prospect...) as we were in the second row center at the orpheum. this time i am in what you would call "nosebleed" seats. i'll be the weepy girl with opera glasses trying to hold up my swooning friend who is going with me...who is a gentleman...a straight gentleman. (but i firmly believe there will be swooning. i am so dead for that)
knitting class started and now i can knit AND purl. purl is a whole new concept. HOWEVER, i can neither knit nor purl after imbibing two gorgeous cocktails and one giant stella. i can make a pig mess instead.
tonight i tell the sisroomate that i want to move out. if there is no word tomorrow from me, call the police. that's a joke.
or is it?
