scrawls.

scrawls

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2.9.04

been watching sex and the city on that hour:05 channel. I think it's that channel. in the low double digits, i believe. i keep wondering if i lived like i was on that empty, loveless wasteland of a show - which is smart and funny and i keep watching for some crazy reason, i've seen maybe three episodes now (total, not complete, and not in a row, either) - i like that whatshername types funny diary things - would i be happy? are they supposed to be happy? if the show was more multitopical - if it wasn't just solely about this woman getting laid or that girl getting a boyfriend or her getting a rock (a topic on which i completely agree with them: pear shaped??? ugh!) or them getting married - then could i, as a closet feminist, feel better - or less bad - about liking it? they're so obsessive. so two-dimensional. so waiting-to-be-codependent. if one of them was dating one of my guy friends, would i think she was psycho? would they like me? would i want them to, or would it be some weird, slimy, contagious thing? what does that show have in common with the women in the devil's advocate - that scene with the big teeth and warty noses? for that matter, why do i think the devil's advocate is a movie that wants to keep a hold of some poor neuron in my head? that neuron could be devoted to, you know, how to make a perfect souffle, or how to ski without falling over, or something. is it sex and the city or sex in the city? is probably a large part of why i like it that it's in new york? probably. New York. New York is the one that got away.

i love new york. hi, new york, hi sweetie! i miss you! i think i'm coming down with something. i'm freezing and it's not really cold, even for me, and i'm kind of loopy, and headachey. Going to the bar tonight nonetheless? Yes. it's Thursday.

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