I think someone from my past walked past my apartment as I was approaching my building in true stalker style. Probably all in my head….I had just returned from a screening of “Brick” so my thoughts were disoriented.
Movie was “Cruel Intensions” if it was a cheap indie film noir. I liked it.
This morning, put on my pink plastic necklace to best accessorize my black skirt with the 50s silhouette.
Sax: You look like you’re seven going to a birthday party.
I still wanted to rock the pinkness but he convinced me to switch it out for my gold charms necklace instead.
Sax: now you look like an adult.
Its funny how accessories do that. How just a necklace or a pair of earrings can make you look hot, or like a seven year old or like some ghetto princess from brooklyn.
Sax bought me a brown necklace in Berkeley that makes me look like Tituba from The Crucible.
At a event thrown by my last job:
Client: Oh [yummicoco] look at you…. and your pearls!
She knew that they were fake and that I probably paid 2 dollars for them on 14th street and 6th ave. So fucking what?! I still looked cute and it covered my hickie most expertly.
So tonight, I am going to check out a play featuring all these old ladybats being bad. One of the old bats was in Facts of Life another one was in Moonstruck. Free tickets from their PR team! Nice. I tried to ask for a free dinner at a new hot spot from another PR team but got dissed.
I don’t think that I pitched it right.