the call came as i was getting ready for work. didnt recognize the number. called it back. "St. Anthony's hospital, may i help you?".

great. its a crapshoot really, either mom, dad, or step dad. and they went to the shittiest hospital around. they may as well bleed to death on the street. oh well, old habits die hard.

it was dad. "hey babe, im pissin blood". i begin to mentally re-arrange my morning schedule. he is fine. i mean in the...

it was 7am and someone was banging on my door and calling my name. my full name. like only your mom does when you have been very very bad.

crap. thats what happens when you dont answer your phone and you owe people money. life is full of rude awakenings.

my first reaction was to lie in bed and let the fucker go away. he wasnt havin it. more banging. ugh. my poor neighbors. my poor head. i crawl out of bed. naked, of course. i look around for something to throw on. more...

got any?

here are some of my faves

"josh grobin loves a blowsy alcoholic"

"have you ever kissed somebody?" "of course. if by somebody you mean the tender crook of my arm"

I love performance art. especially theater and musicals. I know many hate it and that’s fine. but for me, it is so intimate and transcendent to watch someone on stage dig deep into their …ness… and pull out something beautiful. or tragic. or beautifully tragic.

tragically beautiful? yes, sometimes.

my favorite musical creator is sondheim. my favorite sondheim musical is company. my favorite version of company is the original broadway version. my favorite song...

spend the night with friends and their 5 year old niece.

we taught her how to prank call her uncle who is afraid of bears. she said "RRRAwrrr.. i am a bearrr... imm gonna eatt youuuu!!"" and then we giggled and hung up.

then we watched "Grease". she wouldnt watch it til we told her it was the orig highschool musical.