Women and Cars: The Blog!

Talk about over-budgeting! In an ill considered fit of money conciousness about a month ago, I cancelled my Roadrunner service and no longer have internet in my apartment. Instead, I have it on my Blackberry and am saving around $10 buckaroos a month. That’s all fine and dandy when I want to write short emails, but thumb texting isn’t really conducive to typing long emails and blog entries. As such, I’ve been reduced to copping the internet wherever I can get it. So, you’ll find me tapping away furiously at various computers belong to: my neighbor Ilanit, my local library branch (which is sooo ghetto), my parents, my friend Izzy on w. 100th St….
Izzy was actually kind enough to let me come over when he was done with work, which is why I’m writing a blog entry at 12:19am while he cleans up his kitchen. He was also kind enough to give me some leftover Indian food from his fridge, which is why my lips are stained an odd flourescent color (somewhere in the yellow/green family), my mouth is on fire and my Weight Watchers diet has been sabotaged for the millionth time. But hey, it was yummy! Love those curries! (Did that rhyme? Sorta!)
Going back to what I said about my local library branch, named after the mysterious St. Agnes, being all ghetto and stuff. I am truly perplexed by its lack of resources, especially computers. You actually have to make a reservation for a rare 45 minute window of time the day before you want to use it! What the heck is happening to my tax dollars? Isn’t the Upper West Side one of the richest neighborhoods in America? Don’t tell me my hard earned funds are being spent on better ticketing methods or something. There has to be a conspiracy at work here.
Enough of my fit of picque. I would be remiss if I did not mention that Jonathan Rhys-Myers and the guy who plays his best friend, Charles Brandon, on The Tudors, continue to be hotter than hell! I really must pay my debt to Showtime.
Also, the dreamily grinning Sanjaya was voted off of American Idol last week. I really enjoyed his talent-challenged run and was hoping he would go all the way. Sadly, it is not to be, although I’m sure he’ll find a way to debut his bizarre hairstyles in another forum. And isn’t it amazing that he was invited to the White House Correspondents Dinner with Tim Gunn of Project Runway? Shows where our country’s priorities are. Hey, who am I to criticize? Give me Us Weekly over The New York Times any day. Although it was interesting to see In Touch mag (also known as Cheaple) try to be all serious and do a cover story on the Virginia Tech tragedy.
But I digress. Earlier tonight I had an odd desire to go down to a specific block in the Village, W. 8th St. and 6th Ave., where I knew they had some faboo stores I could happily poke around in.. I definitely wanted a slight change of scenery and very much enjoyed browsing in the C.O. Bigelow Pharmacy (which could also be called an apothecary) and smelling the $50 candles. Seiously, they are so heavenly but how could I ever justify dishing out so much dough for a glorified puddle of wax? Still, I know I’ve made it when I own a number of Tocca and Diptyque candles.
In any case, I ended up - where else? - sprawled out in an aisle in Barnes and Noble. Do I ever do anything else? I might as well have been on the Upper West Side. But still, I knew I was somewhere different.
Uh oh campers! The night is no longer young and I must bid Izzy goodbye and head into the dark night to go home.