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November 4, 2008

Okay, so the truth is that this smile is totally and utterly fake. I am in a foul, foul, yucko mood due to nothing but a pretty severe case of PMS (I know, I know, TMI, but, well. That’s the name of our goddamn show, so I might as well live it.)

You know, Megs and I were talking on the subway today after the shoot, and I couldn’t figure out why I was so “off.” I hadn’t been articulate, I felt sluggish, depressed and sort of cranky, but there was no obvious genesis - I slept enough last night, I’ve been working out (ish), eating healthy (ish), I had a great time out Monday evening, Meghan, Mary & I are getting along (and that doesn’t always happen). Nothing’s changed. And then I did a little mental calculation, and DUH, it’s fucking PMS. As usual, I didn’t spot it until I’d been bitchy for a solid 12 hours. It occurred to me, and I said as much to Meghan, that since this happens ONCE A MONTH you would think that I would be faster at identifying it. But no. No, no. Every time, a total surprise. And every time, when I finally figure it out, I’m unbelievably relieved to know that I’m not going completely insane.

Anyway.

I have two questions for you, and I ask these for no other reason than I’d love to know if there’s something wrong with me:

1) Am I the only one who has consistent trouble remembering to ID my off moods as a clear case of PMS, despite the signs being IDENTICAL every month??
2) Does PMS make you feel mentally challenged? Today I felt SO UNBELIEVABLY STUPID during the shoot, like my brain was drunk, but without the fun “yay!!” part. Is there some sort of evidence to support PMS rendering one less intelligent?

Okay, I’m going to go mope around the apartment feeling sorry that I’m a woman until Meghan & Mary show up to head over to CNN.

I’m giving a shout-out to http://mon.thly.info/index.php, after you give them enough data the algorithm is pretty good, and the friendly e-mail reminders are really helpful.

6:32 pm

Sam: You wrote a concession?
Toby: Of course I wrote a concession. What, do you want to tempt the wrath of the… whatever, from high atop the thing?
Sam: No.
Toby: Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell is the matter with you?

The West Wing - Election Night

This is my attitude for the day. And to the rest of you posting messages about predicted victories, may I only say, Dewey Defeats Truman. I prefer to wait til all votes are counted.

9:31 am

November 3, 2008

she-thinks:

szymon:

Racial Reversal Ads (via)

i wish this ad was as rampant as the negative attack ads from both campaigns

9:11 pm

I often look at women who wear great jeans and high heels and nice little T-shirts wandering around the city and I think, I should make more of an effort. I should look like that. But then I think, They can’t be happy in those heels.

Kate Winslet - Isn’t She Deneuvely?: Vanity Fair

6:41 pm

Do I want it? You bet your fucking ass I do! I think that people assume that I don’t care or don’t want it or don’t need it or something. It’s hard to be there five times, and I’m only human, you know? But I don’t go home and cry, because we’re all grown-ups here.

Kate Winslet, on her Oscars hopes for this year. [Vanity Fair]

6:36 pm

(via arod)

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY.

3:48 pm

And he told me, all romantics meet the same fate someday
cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said, you think you’re immune
Go look at your eyes they’re full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies pretty lies
When you gonna realize they’re only pretty lies?
Only pretty lies just pretty lies

Joni Mitchell, The Last Time I Saw Richard

12:23 am

November 1, 2008

Me before heading to Kelly’s party, dressed as Wednesday Adams.

6:28 pm

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.

Alfred D. Souza (via justlia) (via iammiki)

11:19 am

megsnotplural:

Everyone is afraid of their own lives.

If you could be anything you want, I’d bet

You’d be disappointed. Am I right?

It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember we’re alive for the first time.
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember we’re alive for the last time.
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember to live before you die.
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember that our lives are such a short time.
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember when it takes such a long time.

It’s hard to remember…

-Lives, Modest Mouse

11:18 am