Well, not not really. I told someone the other day that the reason I had been neglecting the blog was because I was “living life.” Puke.
I saw My Week with Marilyn today and I really related to the story. I look a lot like her and Matt is British. My main qualm with the movie is that Michelle Williams is not curvaceous really at all. I think they may have used hip pads in certain scenes. It did not look normal.
Recently I’ve been achieving a lot of my dreams:
1. Buying Michael Graves from Target canisters.
2. Seeing Christopher Meloni live at the Wet Hot American Summer live radio play. Thank you to Jono for making sure we bought tickets to this. I have to tell you, Eliot is no shrimp, he is RIPPED. Especially compared with a bunch of waif-like and out of shape comedians.
Today I was with my mom on Fillmore Street and she said the the Jonathan Adler store reminded her about everything bad about the 60s. I agree. If people like that can be famous for ripping off my grandma’s apt in Florida, I should probably just open a design store tomorrow. I do not understand it. Mindy Kaling once said on Twitter that she would buy all her Judaica from Jonathan Adler if she were Jewish. I therefore thought it might be cool, but no. I was wearing my backpack in the store and almost broke some ugly white bowls. I wish I had. He has enough money to cover my damages.
UGLY
fucking hilarious!