do you know anyone named hadley?
01/19/2007 11:43 p.m.
i've a story that i'm working on but...(one of my cats lost himself in a box he was exploring and just found his way out. is it wrong that i didn't try to rescue him? is it very darwinian of me? is that even a crime? obv, i mean, outside of the bible belt.)

on friday, i think to myself that i'm exhausted and there's nothing more that i'd like than if my soul did yoga for me and allowed my body to rest on the sofa drinking the beer that was in the fridge last night before my best friend came over. i think of the songless musical that has been my this week and my every week before that and i wonder when i'll get picked up for a broadway run and whether or not i'll be more popular than that ill-fated american rosie o'donnell-helmed boy george musical.

it's moments like these when i want nothing more than a blanket and a john cassavettes movie on tv so i can call my john cassavettes-clone friend and tell him all about the marvelousness of doing absolutely nothing and feeling fulfilled and comfortable.

i resolve (as i always do) that i will make myself burritos and that i will take a shower and--gosh darnit!--if so inspired, i'll go dancing and dance in the streets like mick jagger and david bowie or go dancing with myself like billy idol or be a dancing queen like abba or do the safety dance like the men in hats or celebrate a wang chung dancehall day or yell at the top of my lungs like a whitney houston, "i wanna dance with somebody!" even if no one dances with me.
I am currently Dorky
I am listening to a talking head and a sour foot.