Interesting. Very interesting. Could you imagine?. In a related note, I'm going with Lauren and her family to the new Broadway version of Jesus Christ, Superstar next weekend. Yeah, Jesus rules! [via riothero]

Free voicemail. 1.888.387.7901 x 7860, at the prompt say, "Take a message." Yay! I have my cell phone number up but hardly anyone has called it. So, call the 888 number!

I wrote an email to Tim about his new site because, yes, I am a beta tester! (He likes me, he really...) And by mistake I hit cancel instead of send. Argh. It was like when your mind knows what's happening, but your hands are too quick. Oy.



Tonight = getting drunk while watching the women's final four game with Jes and Lauren ... and dreaming about better things.

very nice vignette reader on IM: So tell me... Are you really as obsessed with yourself as you play you are on the site?



AH! I really hope you all don't think I'm an ego-maniacal asshole. I'm not really that obsessed with myself. The narcissus phase was a joke. It doesn't really matter what you think, after all, but I swear I'm not in love with myself.



Well, maybe I am. But just a little. It's healthy. At least, that's what I tell myself during one of my hourly mirror love sessions.

I'm sure everyone has heard about this finger bullshit by now. In a weird way it's sort of cool because, at least we're to the point where one of the top stories on the news is about being gay. They wouldn't have even said the word on the 12 o'clock news a few years ago.

Okay ... I'm really lame and I put too much into *invisible* things.



And it's almost midnight and I haven't even been able to start work at Targum, so it's gonna be a long one. IM me! UbiEx, am I. Do it!

My Aunt Liz called to tell me "how fabulous and amazing" I am, and to find out more details about the internship. At the end, my grandma popped on the phone and said, "You're wonderful!" And then giggled in that grandma way. So cute!



Also, Candice took me out to dinner at SoHo, the really fancy, really out of place restaurant downtown, the kind of place that offers salmon on cucumbers before the meal, "compliments of the chef." And it was SO AWFUL. Why do all of the fancy restaurants suck? The lamb was grotesque and they put out this weird tortilla-like thing on the plate that turned out to be really hard, crispy, foul CHEESE!