Just found out I’m going to my first Hollywood Forever Cemetery Screening tomorrow night. Spinal Tap in the out of doors! With Kendall and Bill! Pretty excited to get romantic with friends.
Up until now I’ve kind of managed to ignore the fact that Rachel is totally loving it up with one of my main boyfriends. Like, he is on my laminated list. That’s okay Rach, do your thing, I just hope you really appreciate him.
This is a true statement, but I’m sure if you are a person who reads this you will feel nothing but the urge to make fun of me for it. Fine. Whatever.
Sometimes, I am overcome with the urge to do nice and appreciable things for the people I love. And not just those I see every day, but (and even more so), those who I don’t. There are at least 25 people I wish I could talk to and keep up with daily, or at least weekly, but I hate talking on the phone. And even if I enjoyed talking on the phone, there simply isn’t time enough for the people around me and the people far away, especially considering the other obligations and enjoyments we all have. I know, I know, this is hardly groundbreaking stuff, but sometimes the unsatisfiable desire to make these people happy, to surprise every one of them with the smallest but most perfect token of my affection, is so overwhelming that it verges on a physical sort of pain, and definitely a mild mental anguish. I have a lot of love to give, I guess, and you can’t just throw it all at one person and hope for the best, though that sometimes seems the easiest solution. I know there is no answer to this. Even if I were rich like J.Lo I wouldn’t be able to gift my noodles 24 x 7, but having access to a private jet sure would help. I mean, there are also the restrictions we place upon ourselves in the form of coolness or censorship (sarcasm, what’s up?) or maybe even an adamant refusal to talk at length on the phone, but I’m going to place the blame as surely as possible on distance, because that’s an easy scapegoat. Man, this doesn’t make sense anymore does it? Anyways, I’ll stop writing because I’ll probably be embarrassed in like 4 minutes, at which point I’ll chalk this all up to hormones and too-easy internet access. But, if you are my friend, and you are reading this, just pretend I get to tell you all the time how much I love and appreciate you. And one day, if I can, I’ll shower you with material goods (small ones, because those are more fun) specifically chosen based on your particular interests and attractions.
Last night I started research for an upcoming haircut/color appointment. I think I’ve decided that I’m going to go for a (subtle) two-tone look, also known, apparently, as ‘Ombre’ (did not know this). I don’t know how to pronounce this word, but my brain has taken to calling it “Hombre”, accompanied by the mental image of that Friends episode where Joey gets in a cologne-slinging duel with the mall cowboy. I can’t find a clip, and that makes me sad.