4:57 p.m. - 2004-03-07
faux berfday reflection
No one is updating. This is pure, unmitigated bullshit. Diaryland, art thou another fleeting trend? What fickle mistress!
Lovely weekend, in spite of getting absolutely zero done. I tricked Ms. N into buying me dinner at Zim's and got to chat like hell with my good friend Liana, who was my Berlinish partner in crime for a goodly week and a half.
Last night blew up like old fireworks; slow, sloppy and out of blooming nowhere. What started as an innocently attended dance show turned into partying it up at the afterparty/cast party bidness, hosted by my old pal Sara. Some outrageously hot dance-boy asked me to marry him but I really just wanted to consummate that shit. Sweet lord, this boy is fine, but sadly quite heterosexed, methinks.
Just like old times.
My friend Julia threw me a fake birthday party this morning, with apple crisp and turnovers and sausage and mimosas and this amazing breakfasted, mushroom-y bread pudding thing. It was hot. It was very 'from the minds that brought you My Fake Wedding.' Anyway, I passed a few charming hours that way, with random presents and good food and a nice a.m. bzz being gotten on.
Now, I fear, the time has come to face that which I have been undiligent toward. My story is due Tuesday and needs to be amazing, or else all is truly lost.
