16 October
I am VERY ANGRY at David. He wrote me a nasty e-mail last night. Well,
that's not entirely true. I wrote him kind of teasing that he hasn't
written back in so long, and he wrote back saying to stop pestering him. It
was the word "pester" that pissed me off so much, like I've been whining and
whining for him to write to me, and not that I sent one little note after
three weeks reminding him that I was alive. And I know that he has a
problem with clinical depression, but I don't happen to feel like cutting
him any slack.
And the thing of it is is, it's very difficult to anger me. I get annoyed
easily, but I just complain about it and it's gone; real anger is not
something that hits me that often, and it may take a while to get over.
David can eat me.
I am now OFFICIALLY one of the great awards sluts on the net! Go here and find out!
Hit number 3000 is coming up fast! If it is you, please e-mail me!
I was opening up the bills at work, and saw this:
Despite our continued efforts to resolve this matter amicably, we have not received a response from you. Out client (deleted) will not tolerate any further delays.
If you wish to prevent further action from taking place, we strongly suggest you forward your payment to us immediately.
Very truly yours,
MICHAEL MEYERS"
When I saw Billy Bragg the other week at Tower and he signed my album, the most ego crushing thing happened.
A little back story: I am a dialectician, meaning that I teach dialects, and I have also spent so much time in England in my life that my British accent is as natural as my American accent. Which means, basically, that when I am speaking to a Brit I speak in an English accent, and when I am speaking to an American I speak in an American accent, and it's not a put-on, it's just what comes out of my mouth, and in fact, when I try to suppress the English accent, a really weird mid-Atlantic comes out if I'm not careful. So, I was talking to Billy, and a pretty thick Cockney accent came out, similar to Billy's own, and he said "Who should I make it out to?", and I said "Kymm, K-Y-M-M.", and he said "Is that how they spell it in Australia, then?"
I'm putting my head in the oven.
Anthony LaPaglia on the plusses of living in New York:
"The minute you step out onto the street, you are confronted with life."
I could do with a little less being confronted with life, myself. Personally, I'd love to step out onto the street and have life be nowhere to be seen. Maybe off confronting Anthony LaPaglia somewhere.
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