Busy
Flipping between an article on India, an article about PSA's and a teen comedy script. Last week I did four articles at top speed. I'm about the most anti-social creature in the world right now, but I'm loving being busy and solvent.
Did I mention I'm in England? I even missed the Royal Wedding as I was on deadline for The Fix. I'm in Wales at the moment, London for the next three weeks, then Scotland to research the next screenplay, then Cambridge, then Channel 4 again, then LA mid-June. And possibly NY in the summer. I'm not sure why. I have a hankering for it. I can't get another car in LA until my credit score picks up, which'll take a few more months of diligent non-using of my 24% APR ChaseRape card. So maybe NY. Fire Island. Culture. Decent bagels. Shitty coffee. Too hot summers. Sleazy Investment Bankers in bars. MMMMmmm....
BTW, I'm sure you're all going to mock me for being so behind, but - I just found out about the new Hitler on the blocgk. I've been out of the blog loop so long that I'm hopelessly outdated on this one, but read Pioneer Woman. Makes this paltry effort look very 1990's. I love her extremely professional and expensive site because she's - well - she's just nice. She's just a really nice woman with a nice family and a hot husband and a beautiful lifestyle. She's the American Dream personified. I bet she was a hotty cheerleader in High School but spoke really nicely to the spastic who wore a wrestling helmet because of severe epilepsy, so even the lost, the hated and the forlorn loved her. I bet - despite being Valedictorian and Homecoming Queen - she was universally liked by everyone, and I bet she's never suffered from numerous mental disorders, depression, extreme skinniness or alcoholism. Sigh. I bet Pioneer Woman doesn't get credit card debt, her car repossessed and the Marlboro Man leching over nymphettes on skype. Even cynical old me - I want to be her. I want to go shooting on a Sunday afternoon with my conservative white friends and my Basset Hound. I want to get back to the ranch, home school my perfectly behaved kids that evolution is wrong, and then settle down to watch America's Next Top Model while the meatloaf cooks, before casually helping my mare give birth to a dainty foal. No, I do. I'm not being sarcastic. I'm actually pissed I like writing about other people's lives more than my own, otherwise maybe I'd be heading for world domination, four children, a ranch and the adoration of middle-America.
Happily for everyone, that's not the case, and my peculiar brand of poisonous bile is reserved for you few straggling readers, rather than the Food Network. Ree gives you 'Knock You Naked Brownies'. My readers get - Ramen Noodles and Gatorade! The perfect post-stripping snack!
Her recipes are absolutely amazing though. As is her life. I do believe that some people have great lives, and she's one of them. I always hated those HAPPY blogs. Beneath those bleached, glaring HAPPY veneer-laden smiles, were the eyes of mad women. But I believe Ree's happiness. I believe her life. I want it. Bitch.
I'm actually trying to find a super-cheap but amazing web designer who will help me renovate this rickety blog and make it look a bit prettier. If any of you have recommendations email me - newyorkmimi@gmail.com. Don't email me if I don't like you, as I can guarantee that will make me like you less. You'd be surprised how often I need that disclaimer.
OK, it's 11.30pm and I'm getting phonecalls from LA. I love how no one in LA ever seems to care about the time difference. It's England! They work for us! They'll pick up the phone!
Did I mention I'm in England? I even missed the Royal Wedding as I was on deadline for The Fix. I'm in Wales at the moment, London for the next three weeks, then Scotland to research the next screenplay, then Cambridge, then Channel 4 again, then LA mid-June. And possibly NY in the summer. I'm not sure why. I have a hankering for it. I can't get another car in LA until my credit score picks up, which'll take a few more months of diligent non-using of my 24% APR ChaseRape card. So maybe NY. Fire Island. Culture. Decent bagels. Shitty coffee. Too hot summers. Sleazy Investment Bankers in bars. MMMMmmm....
BTW, I'm sure you're all going to mock me for being so behind, but - I just found out about the new Hitler on the blocgk. I've been out of the blog loop so long that I'm hopelessly outdated on this one, but read Pioneer Woman. Makes this paltry effort look very 1990's. I love her extremely professional and expensive site because she's - well - she's just nice. She's just a really nice woman with a nice family and a hot husband and a beautiful lifestyle. She's the American Dream personified. I bet she was a hotty cheerleader in High School but spoke really nicely to the spastic who wore a wrestling helmet because of severe epilepsy, so even the lost, the hated and the forlorn loved her. I bet - despite being Valedictorian and Homecoming Queen - she was universally liked by everyone, and I bet she's never suffered from numerous mental disorders, depression, extreme skinniness or alcoholism. Sigh. I bet Pioneer Woman doesn't get credit card debt, her car repossessed and the Marlboro Man leching over nymphettes on skype. Even cynical old me - I want to be her. I want to go shooting on a Sunday afternoon with my conservative white friends and my Basset Hound. I want to get back to the ranch, home school my perfectly behaved kids that evolution is wrong, and then settle down to watch America's Next Top Model while the meatloaf cooks, before casually helping my mare give birth to a dainty foal. No, I do. I'm not being sarcastic. I'm actually pissed I like writing about other people's lives more than my own, otherwise maybe I'd be heading for world domination, four children, a ranch and the adoration of middle-America.
Happily for everyone, that's not the case, and my peculiar brand of poisonous bile is reserved for you few straggling readers, rather than the Food Network. Ree gives you 'Knock You Naked Brownies'. My readers get - Ramen Noodles and Gatorade! The perfect post-stripping snack!
Her recipes are absolutely amazing though. As is her life. I do believe that some people have great lives, and she's one of them. I always hated those HAPPY blogs. Beneath those bleached, glaring HAPPY veneer-laden smiles, were the eyes of mad women. But I believe Ree's happiness. I believe her life. I want it. Bitch.
I'm actually trying to find a super-cheap but amazing web designer who will help me renovate this rickety blog and make it look a bit prettier. If any of you have recommendations email me - newyorkmimi@gmail.com. Don't email me if I don't like you, as I can guarantee that will make me like you less. You'd be surprised how often I need that disclaimer.
OK, it's 11.30pm and I'm getting phonecalls from LA. I love how no one in LA ever seems to care about the time difference. It's England! They work for us! They'll pick up the phone!
MIMI IN NY | 6:27 PM |
