1. Got drunk in Williamsburg with Donna and Lindsay

2. Got drunk and dressed up like nurses from the past, present and future and went to Shout with Donna and Lindsay, *tied with* Drank Pinot Grigio on a park bench and made fun of people before going to Shout with Donna and Lindsay (last night)

*pictures of these events will follow*

3. Went out to my house in the Hamptons and took a nap on the couch.

Okay. Do you think it's wrong to tell someone you love them even though they probably won't say it back and do you think you should preface your saying it with a "don't feel obligated to say it back or anything!" ?

discuss. get back to me.

i mean, isn't it one of those things that everybody likes hearing? or does it make people uncomfortable? can you think of a time when you REALLY wish someone hadn't said that? Aw, I don't know... whatever.

I was supposed to go to Philly today to visit my friend Kurt but he slept all day yesterday and is now trying to make up for lost time and I am panicking about starting work tomorrow, among other things...so we postponed until next saturday. Real exciting stuff right?

You know how rappers are always name-dropping designers and makes of cars? It's all Benz this, Jag that...well I'm sick of driving around in a status free car. It's a 1986 Subaru GL ...HATCHBACK even! Okay?! Last year I said to myself, "hey...where was Tommy Hilfiger before hip-hop?" Fuckin' design school or some shit. What is preventing ME from turning the Subaru GL into the next Hummer or Rolls, dawg? Well, besides a rap career and a lucrative commercial deal with Sprite. (obey your thirst, by the way)

I knew if I was going to change the image I was on my own and had to get the message out in a controlled and serious way that would reach the greatest amount of people in the shortest amount of time- so as to generate a buzz. Screaming, obviously, was the first thing that came to mind.

I rolled down the window and started yelling "This is a GL, fool!....HATCH in da BACK!....ridin' in MA SUBIE!!! GET YO SUBIE ON!!" My mom told me to stop. I was "embarrassing her." I simmered down and erupted into a veritable geyser of laughter. We stopped at a red light...next to a Subaru Outback. I felt the call.

I rolled the window down again and nodded to the fellow, "Subie ta SUBIE!" I said. TRUUUUE!! He seemed confused. I like to think of my message as time-released. Sure, he may have given me a bewildered glance then...but later...when he was having dinner in Yonkers with his wife and son, Phillip, he would think "A-ha!" (take on me) The next day he would have hydraulics installed, a subwoofer put under the passenger seat, and maybe even spring for diamond encrusted license plate covers with vanity plates that read "SUBI PWR." Or maybe that's just a fantasy of mine.

He drove straight when the light changed. We made a left. Goodbye, fair soldier, carry the message wherever ye may roam. Once we got away from the maddening crowd I let out an extended "SOOOO-BAAAAHHH- ROOOOOOOO!!!!!! yo yo YO!!!" to the elation of my mother. Oh man, I love that fucking car. sweet ride, dawg...sweet ass ride...

Here is a little conversation I had with my mom yesterday.

We were driving in our Subie, talking about this dumb kid and how he has a better grade point average than I do.

Me: I was nearly peeing myself when Merrill said he was all bummed about Brad's 2.8 average...

Mom: I know! Ha! What it is yours...like...2?

Me: 1.8 nigga! haha!

Mom: I don't know why you're laughing about that. That's really pathetic. I don't know why you don't care about anything.

Me: what are you talking about? I don't need some number-point-number to tell me I'm a genius. Um...duh (nothing says "high IQ" like adding an "Um...duh" to the end of counter-points in fights with do-good moms)

Mom: Yes, but that's how you're judged in life-

Me: Not my life.

Mom: Don't you derive a sense of accomplishment/happiness from getting good grades? I don't know what's wrong with you...that you're missing that...

Me: My father drank when he was pregnant.

(long pause)

Mom: You're not funny.

Me: Yes. I am.