On my last myspace (the one that got erased with no explanation) I made myself sound real interesting here, but now I don't remember what I said (sigh). Let's see, I'm interested in my gorgeous husband, my amazing kids (even though my son won't come out of his room), my Russian Blue and Berman cats, Manhattan (where I live), theater, writing, painting, shopping, reading, global warming, (no, not really, but I want to sound less shallow than I really am). I am very interested in being cast in the last scene of the movie version of The Ivy Chronicles (there's a perfect part for me), owning a chandelier, weighing twenty pounds less, going on the Today Show and be interviewed by Al Roker, having witty conversation with Hugh Grant*, being able to waltz into Chanel to buy something adorable in black, in weighing twenty pounds less (oh yes, I believe I mentioned that).*my friend met Hugh in Southampton this summer and apparently, he wasn't terribly animated or friendly to her even though she is quite adorable, but I'd still like to have witty banter with the fantasy I have of that cute and sweetly bumbling Hugh Grant from the movies.
I'd like to meet:
I'd like to meet you, of course. So far, I've met some very wonderful people on my space. I wish I'd had this when I was in high school. Maybe then I wouldn't have had to go through years of therapy to get over the pain of those years. Oh wait, they weren't THAT painful. I had a football player boyfriend, but he had a massive rear end, so that kind of negated the glory of it (Gosh, I hope he never reads this, but if he does - Larry, I swear my love for you was far bigger than your butt). Also lessening the pain of high school was the fact that I was the student council president. Oddly, my husband was president of HIS student council. Isn't it weird how student coucil presidents get together and marry? Maybe I can write a book about that - When Student Council Presidents Marry. Have I been spelling council right? Is it council or counsel? That's like principle. I can never remember if it's principle or principal. The way to keep that one straight is to keep in mind that your high school school principal is your PAL. Well, mine wasn't. He ran off with one of my classmates. It was a terrible scandal, as you can imagine. He only had one arm, although he often wore a fake arm with a hook thingie on the end so he could pick stuff up. It was very primitive. The newer ones are much more effective (as far as I know, not that I've gone shopping for one lately, or ever). Wait, what was the question...
Music:
Chaka Khan, Diana Krall, Harry Connick Jr., Willie Nelson, Jennifer Holiday, Lezlie Harrison, Tessa Souter, Joni Mitchell, The Jersey Boys
Movies:
About a Boy, Little Miss Sunshine, Bridget Jones, Notting Hill, Hannah and Her Sisters, Manhattan, Sleepless in Seattle (I'm a sucker for romantic comedy and anything starring Hugh Grant), Roman Holiday, Sabrina, Daddy Longlegs, An Affair to Remember, Charade, To Catch a Thief, Funny Face, Juno
Television:
American Idol, Gray's Anatomy, The Sopranos, The Office, My Name Is Earl, House, 30 Rock, Law and Order
Books:
Anything by Nora Ephron, Wendy Wasserstein, Jill Kargman, Marne Davis Kellogg, Allison Pearson, Bonnie Marson, Emily Giffin, Jennifer Weiner, Leslie Schnur, David Sedaris, Laurie Notaro, Tatiana Boncompagni
Heroes:
My mother, my daughter
