FiskarsCuts are go!

david had an opening today. I thought he had an australian accent when I called so I didn't bring him the michelle williams photo. heath was a national treasure or something...too soon! but david is english, and instead of looking like a broken celebrity (next time!) I now look like a cross between julie andrews and WilyKit from "ThunderCats." verdict: passable! and thank god for that, as I've lately been shearing myself with orange craft fiskars and screaming between misshapen takes. david said I needed to have my scissors taken away. embarrassing how I've come to this, reduced to the same boundaries as an emotionally bothered 15 year old.

I attended to this scheduling window because I'm between things once again. I believe I'll soon be ripe with obligations, but until then, it's back like october, back to compulsively checking my bank account and dabbling in strange hobbies like oil paints and abdominal workouts. I have time. I am like an unhip version of the scarlett johansson character in "lost in translation." if only I could find a few older gentlemen to fall quizzically and unsexually in love with. oh. but. FLORIDA. that's right. so get it here, old dudes. bring me my may-december! gjurg works nights.

first houseguest arrives tomorrow! I hope he's ready for townie bars and jordache-wearing cougars! ThunderCats HO!