2003-11-17 | 9:40 a.m.
you will seem kinder and I will seem brave

We were watching "Barbara Broadcast" (Screw magazine's Best Picture of 1977, which wasn't even fabulous, sadly) and in one scene, they played the song from "The People's Court." Is that a famous song and no one told me, or did "The People's Court" go and take their theme from an old porno? I am very confused.

Saturday's shopping excursion went well. I got Rudy a dog sweater at the Brooklyn Handknit sample sale and I got myself an angora dress at the Salvation Army for $10. It's newish too, from Warehouse. And doesn't look like it has ever been worn. Maybe I'll wear it for New Year's Eve. Maybe I'll have a party. A very very small party. You're not invited. Oh ho, I'm just kidding. You're invited.

Oh man, Super Grover is on the Martha Stewart show and it makes me so happy. My two heroes, together at last. Teaching reverse applique. Magic.

I saw "Love Actually" again yesterday. I took my parents. They liked it. Well, my mom loved it (Colin Firth is her pretend boyfriend), but my pop liked it too. It was worth the almost-two-hour busride to Sheepshead Bay. I cried at it more this time. It might be because I knew what was going to happen, but it might just be because I was having a crying kind of day. You know I also cried yesterday at the end of "American Dreams" and I almost cried at the last episode of "The Office." It was just so sad. Crying days are good days though. I think I have a preprogrammed amount of crying I am supposed to hit to reach my cheerful potential. When I don't cry for a while, I get cranky. I should keep crying things on hand so that I may dose myself up when needed because people need happy Jane. And Super Grover.

When I woke up this morning, I thought I saw snow resting on everything. It must have just been the way my still-tired eyes were processing the wet/sun outside. My first thought? "Ugh!" I am not a fan of snow. Or Snow. Despite what Joe says.

ALSO! I desperately need to get into The Darkness show tomorrow night. And it destroys me that people paid 92 cents for tickets and are charging $100. Disgusting. I am willing to pay more than the $1 people SHOULD charge (you know when I had extras for the Bowery Ballroom show, I sold them for what I paid) and I really really really need to go. Really. May 9th, people. That's when I became a fan. And now I am supposed to miss them because some bastardy radio station booked them without telling me and sold the tickets for no money to a bunch of brokers? I can't even understand. I am sick and sad about it. Can you help me?

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