Have you met my crazy roommate?

Monday, December 31, 2007

Sweeney Todd.

We saw SWEENEY TODD today. Any thoughts?

Thursday, December 27, 2007

just a touch of NYC photography...

roommers on a bench.

we frequently pass this fountain.

these book shelves are all plays!

this picture just says, "American in Paris" to me, for mom.

another spot i frequently pass. such a beautiful church.

1,2,3

the view from our first sublet on the upper west side. we spent so many nights on this roof.

upper west side flower box.

a common sight.

cliche, i know, but i took this picture with no flash and just held out my arm while we were walking to the gershwin theatre to see Wicked. i think it came out pretty well considering the carelessness with which it was taken.

sheep meadow in central park. a dream come true.

see what happens when you go into a Spencers "gift store"?

I cannot tell you how much Michael and laughed when we bought this "bitch" sign. We bought it before we even moved, brought it to New York and turned it on. We dreamt of putting it in the window, but because we were on the upper west side we kept it on the bookshelf.

Then we moved to the east village and it was more of a probability that the sign would now be placed in the window.

Then we had the grand idea to go to Target (you may have already read about that trip to Target in a previous blog). Anyway, I have always wanted a yoga ball. You know, the big blue yoga ball? It's fun to sit on. My ex boyfriend's mom had one when we were in high school. I wanted one, so I bought one. Michael looked at me like I was crazy. (I was/am.)

So, we had our yoga ball and somehow some sort of physical fight ensued. This isn't as uncommon as you might imagine. They are actually quite fun, but this one ended in a broken "bitch" sign. I was running away from Michael when he picked up the yoga ball and threw it at me. Of course I moved out of the way! And it hit the "bitch" and she fell slowly to the ground. It was like slow motion, but there was no helping her. We kept it, but it doesn't work.

Now look at her! Sigh.

"I am TRYING to read!"

Once upon a time a girl on the upper west side was trying to read a book about Emily Dickinson. This particular girl just happened to have a roommate that found pleasure in ruining her reading time. So... one day as the girl was trying to read said roommate turned on her hair dryer, placed on the floor near the door to the room and continued to shut the door, leaving the girl alone in a room with a hair dryer on high across the room from her. This would force the girl to get up from her comfortable position to turn off the device.

Little did said roommate know that the girl was a stubborn one (and was quite comfortable). Sure, the thought of a fire starting entered her mind, but she held her ground. Eventually the evil one walked in and turned it off, but not before taking it's picture.

The End.