#11

If I can afford the extra 10 minutes in my morning I like taking the local. Especially Mondays (everyone else's Monday, not mine), 1: less crowded, 2 Because of 1, can sit the whole way if I wanna. If I feel like sitting. Which, on a Monday, I usually do.

I just tried spelling "Sitting" as "Citting"…twice.

My right forefinger is in pain from the fight I lost against a parked delivery bike 3 days ago. So writing isn't so much fun anyway.

Note to self: repaint toenails—they look like I swam through crappy white-out.

See…mornings like this suck. 8:15 and I'm still not on a train. Which means if, when we get to an express stop, there's an express train waiting, I'm getting on it. Yuck.

Or maybe not because I just found myself a nice cold seat on the local and I'm not stopping for breakfast on the way to work so…I could just sit for the next 24-32 minutes. Mark it: 8:17 I got on the local.

There's a man sitting across from me who has Norm's nose, skin tone, and height, but the rest of his facial features are too small for the nose, and his girth is too wide for the height. I miss Norm. I hope Mermaid's doing well in Denver.

Things to do with this week's paycheck: half my rent, student loan, phone bill, theatrical index, resume & mailing supplies, birthday presents. Ahhhhch I'm going to be poor.

See I ran into Thom yesterday (Widmann) and he said "we have to get you stage managing" and I was like "yes…WE do…"…not that I expect him to talk me up to the German stage manager for Wicked who's staying with him right now but you know…little things…they help lol. And I realize that since my initial mailing I've been fairly inactive in my search, but I've also been very happy working full time and getting paid and my health insurance kicks in on Wednesday… so I've been laying low, thinking maybe something would come my way on its own.

Finally Janio called me….only Cherry Lane doesn't want a stage manager, they need a props mistress. Now…that's something I can do, but I'm not passionate about it necessarily. Perhaps I shouldn't voice my concerns so publicly here, but I feel like I have to be honest. Like Thom said "it's a foot in the door"…but is it a foot in the right door? I think that getting the call from Janio and running into Thom all within 48 hours has great significance. If you believe in fate, this is fate speaking to me.

I don't think this is a crossroads. I don't think choosing one is going to eliminate the other. What I THINK is that I'm not going to get the props gig…and that will let me then focus on sending my resume and such out to the right people and THEN I'm going to get something good.

There was this asshole on the subway just now trying to get off the train and he made this exasperated sigh at this woman for getting on the train before he could get off. She didn't hear him say "step down step down step down" from the depths of the car while she was on the platform. And a man standing by the door is telling his girlfriend that, if this was Florida or something, the guy would have let her go first and not have spazzed out. Not true. Florida has the worst road rage I've ever seen and it doesn't stop on the roads. That's how I got so exasperated. Not New York. Florida.

Two more stops and we've only been on the train for 18 minutes. Fabulous.

#10

I love when happy-go-stupid people step off the subway like they're getting off the Monorail @ Disney. I'm sorry, this is NOT the Magic Kingdom, The Contemporary Resort, the Transportation & Ticket Center, The Polynesian, OR the Grand Floridian. This is 42nd Street. We've all been working 8-9 hours. We look more like Disney employees at the end of the day, ready to strangle you.

I kind of...really...don't want to be on this train right now. Maybe w/ fewer hooligans and more space and less light nad a friend or two, but right now i'm not liking this particular train car. Maybe I should get a dog or something.

"The 3 o'clock slump has met it's match"
*picture of peanut*
maybe it's me...but a peanut doesn't get me thorugh that slump. perhaps American's Peanut Famers should look into growing fruit snacks...or carrots...or wine grapes...or margaritas.

"please keep an eye out for suspicious persons"
um...this is New York...that bandana'd white woman with a conway bag looks suspicious.

You're wearing a Krispy Kreme shirt and carrying a Whole Foods bag. Disparity?

Geez. Got tight jeans? your pants rival the lestat breeches.

There's a man on this local...black..about 50...see-thru shirt...singing a Diana Ross song...in Diana Ross' key.

Recompensa de $1,000 para informacion de qualquier persona en POSESION ILEGAL DE UN ARMA DE FUEGO. Direct translation: person who owns an arm of fire. Didn't they have one of those on Buffy Season 3?

#9

New notebook. And I bought new pens for the occassion! yay!

I love mid-day empty train cars. let me think and they're cool. and no one seems as stressed as they do at 8am or 5pm.

I spend an average of an hour on/waiting for the train eveyday. That's an average of 7 hours a week. A whole night's sleep I could be getting instead of commuting...

I think I slept on my neck funny.

Dammit now everyone from the express is gonna get on my local. boo. go home.

the Beverley Hillbillies theme song is stuck in my head.

Everyone...all 10 people on this car...are wearing navy blue. myself included.

A note about tkts--do NOT try to bribe me into buying tickets FOR you. I'll tattle. this doesn't mean that if we're friends and make plans that I won't help ya out...but seriously...the audacious bitch who was at tkts and asked if she could bribe someone to buy her tickets because she didn't have the time to wait online...ugh.

Amazing. Thursday @ 6pm downtown train: nearly empty. what IS that?

My neck still hurts.

Do you think that when we are reincarnated, there's any memory retained? or are instincts retained? because i'd like to remember how not to do stupid shit.

I like this pen...it's like...dark mango. mmm mango.

This D train had better be cold. NYC: where you don't have to pay for the sauna. just wrap yourself in a towel...i'm here to tell you, if you chose to just wear a towel onto the hot subway platform, i seriously doubt anyone would stop you. take the towel off, however, and we might have a problem.

Daylight come and me wanna go home. Jolly man banana? what?

#8

Happy July. The Sunday local sucks.

If it's tight, don't sit there. You'll have to brace yourself on my pole which i'm very attached to and don't want you interfering with my leaning on.

That's right, PH lookalike, back off.

I wish to illustrate this look for you: Hispanic woman, age 27-32, about 190lbs, all the weight between her knees and her chest. Red spandex/nylon blend flowy shirt thing that clings to her not-pregnant-just-fat-like-me stomach, white spandex leggings with black rings/o's pattern, and white mocassins. who told her this was okay? can we get her on what not to wear?

Dear MTA, if your Sunday train takes this long ever again i'm firing you and spending all my savings on cab fare. figure i save about $650/month...$30/trip, 2x a week (sundays only) that's....$240/month...so i'll still be saving about $400/month...the problem of course now is where the hell near me am i going to hail a cab?!?!

This subway musician makes me miss the Mexico restaurant at Epcot. i like margaritas. what?

You look like diana ross.

Everything i think about it the more i SAY no, and the more i tell myself YES!!

Thank you for staying away.

"I get my money's worth out of my beer and hookers." ...... oh yeah?

Stupid boys are funny.

Slim and blue
stitched and seamed
tone underneath
no evidence of stress
laid back but lazy
following a crowd
slim and blue or grey or midnight
lazy and connected

Oh this is a funny convo....yes, my friend, Bill Cosby is funnier than Chappelle. I hate Chappelle. OMG this story has no point. you do realize that everyone's heard this right? the funny thing is that one of you appreciates good comedy and the rest of you are waiting for the blood and guts. that's not the point, kids.

ew rednecks. make it stop. oh yes, good...let's compare bill cosby with men in black II. anyone?

Okay...the "that's your boyfriend" game? not funny. i'm glad you think it is....but no one thinks it's funny.

Wait, you and Eliza are going to the next level by taking pictures? what? stop making fun of antiquees. they're way more intelligent than you, dumbshit.

Wait, and now you're taking pride in having gotten kicked in the balls...great. OMG you all have NO lives....i have no sympathy for you...y'all need...something.