|Courteney Cox is
pregnant. She is going to wear an ice blue dress
at her wedding to match her eyes. Like, shoot me
if I ever get that vain. And David Arquette - a
father? Wah. I am going to take more cold
medicine to get me through the night.
I've been at home
for the past couple of days. Sick. Don't feel
like going into detail because what does it
matter to you? I'm still able to type and that's
all anyone should be concerned about.
I had a dream last
night that pissed me off. I was at my mom and
dad's new old house in Whitesboro (ass-crack, TX)
and my whole family was there. My friends were
hanging out in the garden and I went inside to
hang with my mom and aunts and cousin Jim. Aunt
Sarah said "Look Chrissy, a duck is in the
sink!" and I saw a baby duck and oohed and
ahhed over it and picked it up. Never mind the
fact that I a) hate animals - no exceptions and
b) hate birds especially. The bird started
clawing me and it had hooked feet rather than
webbed feet and I was bleeding. I pulled it off
and then it hooked me on the inside of my mouth
and wouldn't let go. So I turned the sink on and
dunked my head in the water and the bird came
off. I grabbed a piece of particle board and
trapped the bird in for 10 seconds and then
pulled it out. It died in my hand a couple of
minutes later. I went around the house yelling
"The scent of murder is on my hands!" I
felt two things. First, I felt bad that I had
killed something but then I realized how powerful
I felt that I had destroyed something. I promise
not to start wielding an axe or anything, so
don't worry. Just don't leave me alone with your
I spent today
cleaning and organizing my apartment. These are
things that distinguish this as the Chrissy Zone.
Two salt shakers
instead of one salt and one pepper. There is no
need for pepper in my universe.
Jon Spencer poster
above my bed. So I can fall asleep under Jon
Spencer each night.
The scent of
lavender candles and Vick's Vap-o-steam stuff.
Okay that's it. No
more lists for tonight.
Except a list of
things that I hate about Felicity. Stop looking
like you're about to cry. Stop being so paranoid.
Stop acting like you're miss balanced and
rational. Cut loose and have some fun for once.
ie get a personality and try to gain any sort of
cred you can muster.
An old Katharine
Hepburn movie is on now. She's independent,
pretty without being too girly (look at how she
walks!!), is unafraid, and is intelligent. What a
totally cool role model.