What I was supposed to do, as opposed to what I did do.

It was a busy off day, today. I woke at noon - which is a rarity for me - and went to Target with my roommate. Target is a magical place where time stands still. You go in at 2pm, find cute clothes and and Super Glue, and walk out 7 hours later. I've never been to the Brooklyn Target, and I was very happy to have an expert with me.

I was supposed to go see Sho perform at UCB tonight, but Brooklyn had other plans for me. So, to the two standby-ers, who got in because I never showed up - your quite welcome. I was home in tim to watch Lost, and drink some wine. Apparently, my roomate and I are drunk a little bit. I know this because she's wearing nothing but a coat , be-bopping around the living room, holding my Woody Allen DVD collection. Now, she's humping the TV. And I'm sort of sloshed, because I can't stop giggling. Now she's humping the green chair. She's just informed me it's dress-up time. She's a cheerleader. Now she's putting her underwear. Clean ones, I hope.

Update; she's just informed me, "It's time to get serious." Then she tried to smother me with a floor pillow. Now, she's a Pirate.

Day off! Fake cheese! Tortilla Chip intrigue!

Just once I'd like to be able to sleep in on a day off, and not be disturbed. Several weeks ago, one of the crazy roommates barged in on me at 3am, because she wanted to return my earrings. Thanks. Last week, another crazy opened my door while I was sleeping, wanting to borrow my laptop. No you may not; when you act like a child, you get punished like one. This morning one of my bosses called me at 8 in the morning, just confirming I'll be there tomorrow. Could it keep, absouletly.

Had a delightful lunch with another roommate (no Mimosa's today, sorry.) Shopped our ways up 5th Ave, and did quite well. I was in desparate need of more professional looking clothes. Bought a new game of Monopoly - who doesn't not love the Monopoly?, some DVD's, and went to the market to buy ingrediants to make som crazy cheese dip my roomate invented. It was quiet good.

Now we're eating the crazy yummy cheese dip, and watching Teen Witch. Crazy Teen Witch with crazy Caryn Kaye from my favorite and yours...My Tutor. My Tutor is almost as good as Private Lessons with Sylvia Krystel, but not as good as Scorned with Shannon Tweed. Now you know; I have a mild facination with cheesy skin flicks.

Fuzzy Feelings

What a long, long day it's been - and it's only 5pm! When I go home, I do the majority of my shopping. Bizarre, perhaps. Savvy, yes sir! For those unfamiliar with my obsession, I LOVE Target. I would move in, like Jennefer Connely in Career Opportunities. If you see a lovely women carrying two huge packs of Bounty on a New Jersey Transit train, it's probably me.

But I not only scoured Target today. I chauffered my father to several medical appointments, drove through the snow (!), and rocked out to Night Ranger and Meatloaf on the radio of my Mum's Pontiac. I love Meatloaf, like I love Target - except I'm not as vocal about my love of the Loaf. He's just a brilliant singer, and a delightful showman. And his backup singer has a voice similar to mine, so it all works out in the shower. Paradise By the Dashboard Light? Come On! The best song about making whoopee in a car since Expressway to Your Heart! This man is a perfect example of what I find most attractive in a fella - as long as your passionate about your craft, and are damn good at it, appearances don't faze me.

While driving through the snow, the power of advertising got the best of me. The velvet tones of John Goodman spouting the wonders of Dunkin Donuts new White Hot Chocolate consumed me. I love White Chocolate more than Meatloaf, but not as much as Target. Oh, it was like John Goodman gave me a hug, and almost choked me - it was that good!