christmas in miami

sunshine, pope in a box, tortoise on the balcony, subaru next to bentley, jellyfish on the beach.

highlight: christmas eve dinner at a kosher falafel place in south beach. my sister sighs and says, "i liked it better when we were jewish."

my new phone has issues.

hey. so as you may know i managed to drop my pebl, destroying the outside LCD. i couldn't tell who was calling, which made me anxious and severely affected my quality of life, because i totally picked up when this stalkerboy i *really* didn't want to talk to called - three times.

so i went to chinatown, where all dreams come true, in a quest to have my pebl fixed. i visited a couple of places and finally found a place where the woman said, sure, drop it off and come back in an hour.

in my phoneless hour i wandered the streets. part of me was sure it would be fixed, part of me was sure that when i returned the store would have closed up shop or turned into a dumpling house and i'd never see my phone again.

i went back and she told me they needed 20 more minutes. i went back again and was told they could not find a part, but would give me a deal on a brand new pebl. i went back and forth for a while but decided a new pebl would be great.

so i got a brand new pebl in a pretty shade of blue.



and it was great until i started pushing buttons and trying to change settings...




my new phone and i have a language barrier.

and i am telling you...

so last night i went to see dreamgirls at the gorgeous ziegfeld theater. if you're wondering where all the gay or black people (or gay & black) were last night, they were at the ziegfeld. the crowd was a lovefest, the movie was amazing. i don't even want to say too much about it because the hype is so huge already, but it's spectacular.

afterwards i had to go to the loo and i went to the ameritania hotel on 54th street. i sat in the lobby making phone calls for about half an hour - this is why i love hotels. so warm, so inviting, so useful.

then it was down to the beatrice inn for a threeasfour party where the awesome henry was DJing. i met a boy who works with bjork, a guy who works @ US weekly and saw my beloved dentist. also in the crowd: sophie dahl, adrien grenier and sean lennon.

i'm gonna be on vacay for a while, so updates may be sporadic... what else is new?

kinda like dylan macdermot mulroney, but a triple threat

last night for whatever reason i watched the wacky medical drama house.

i thought to myself, oh, claire forlani is on this show.

but then i thought, no - it's actually rena sofer.

but of course, it's really lisa edelstein.

let's review, shall we?



claire forlani




rena sofer




lisa edelstein.

any questions?

r.i.p. - rest in pieces

nas - hip hop is dead.

if you gotta go, you gotta go. not a bad way to go out.

i just made you up to hurt myself

only - nine inch nails


I'm becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well you might say
I'm losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I can see right through myself

Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore
(no it doesn't really matter anymore)
No it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore

Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself

I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked.
Yes it did!

There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me

Only

Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty
On the inside

dance.

to the window... to the wall.

beauty is pain

so i have these really cool, glittery gold heels from baby phat.

i bought them about a year and a half ago, online, on sale.

they've never left the house.

why?

because they're too painful. it hurts just to have them on my feet. sometimes i think to myself, they're not that bad, i'm just taking a cab to dinner, i won't even really be walking... and i'll put them on and stand for a moment and then immediately take them off. so hurtful.

but i've taken to wearing them while i lie in bed talking on the phone. and they're perfect for that!





thanks kimora!

fa la la

i honestly can't remember where i've been and what i've been doing. tis the season.

i do know that i was out on wednesday night and i saw santa drinking in a bar.



i totally went in to talk to him and tell him how i want world peace, a pony and pilates classes for christmas. he was kind of drunk but he said he'd see what he could do.



then he gave me a souvenir.



friday i hopped around from employees only to esquina - where i saw mary j. blige! - and then to lit (yay dirty down!). lots of drinking and dancing. then saturday when i had to be at the MTV building in times square i thought i was hallucinating when i saw like 200 santas roaming the streets, but it was just santacon.

the rest of my weekend was spent roaming the luxury stores of 57th street - rizzoli, smythson of bond st, dior, bergdorf, etc; christmas party in the financial district; a trip to chinatown to attempt to have my pebl repaired - which resulted in the purchase of a new pebl, only to find that it text messages in chinese; dinner at blt fish, shrimp cocktail and oysters, oh my.







i'm so so so tired right now.

happy monday.

flashback: chart topper in my bedroom

this is one of the cassette tracks i was ruining by playing over and over in the winter of 1988.

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat

{I could leave you, say goodbye...
Or I could love you, if I try}



see also:

You always wanted a lover
I only wanted a job
I've always worked for my living
How am I gonna get through?
I come here looking for money
And end up living with love
Now you left me with nothing
How am I gonna get through?

television girl

so so psyched that rome is coming back. TV has sucked so hard lately with all the dancing and singing and american idleness.* give me drama, death, sex, full frontal nudity, hotness!

speaking of hotness, james purefoy was quoted on page six today:

December 15, 2006 -- BRITISH actor James Purefoy doesn't open up to Out magazine on why he quit halfway through the production of "V for Vendetta" - but he does open up about his sexuality. Purefoy told the mag that while he's straight, he will "never say never" when it comes to having sex with a man. "Anyone who went to an English [private] school in the 1970s will have had some kind of a gay experience," he said. "You bang 500 adolescent hormonal boys together at exactly the time when they're exploring their sexuality, and don't be surprised if some shenanigan comes out of it."

haha he said "bang 500 boys." oh, and james purefoy and i have the same birthday. is it destiny?

meanwhile i predict taylor handley will be the teen heartthrob of the spring. i've seen two episodes of hidden palms and if you miss the old OC, you'll be into it. i am. oh, and guess what? unlike the OC, there are actual BLACK PEOPLE in the cast. and an asian chick. imagine that.

if you're paying attention, you'll notice that james, taylor and i are all geminis. wondertwin power activate.

what, pray tell, has happened to my other fave gem, dirty colin? he's laying low? working with woody allen and staying sober? i miss him.


here's a highly repetitive track for you: television girl

last, but not least, here is a commercial for coffee starring brad pitt:




*i do, however, love ugly betty

scandalous

um... yeah. for those naughty/nice on your list this year: the gift that keeps on giving?

the gambler went down to georgia

catching up is hard to do...


last week i put on makeup at work...



so i could head to our company's xmas party.

mike had his makeup done by jaimes and i hooked him up with chanel black satin nail polish.





the party was casino themed.





i reenacted sharon stone's moment in casino.



over the weekend this devil went down to georgia to see my sister. lots of dogs, drinking by the fire, 2:30 am waffle house, etc.












































too much fun, not enough sleep. sort of sick right now, unfortunately. drinking tea and staying warm.

more later.