Today's favourite quote from The Osbournes, Sharon on their pomeranian, in a high squeaky voice:

"This is the Pom of Darkness!"

So yesterday I had to go to the dentist to get my temporary crown and be molded for my permanent one.

When I got there, he covered me entirely with a drape, from chin to toe, plus the little bib that they usually give you, which made me laugh remembering how much he drenched me last time, but after an hour of grinding down the post that he put in last week, I glanced down at myself and I was just covered in blood.

I said, "Okay, I understand the drape now, without it I would have looked like I worked in a slaughterhouse!" Honestly, it looked as though I had spent the hour killing a pig.

The little toilet bowl that you spit into was also pretty red, because whenever I spat, it was pretty much pure blood. I laughed and laughed as he scrubbed everything down at the end and said, "You're lucky I'm not squeamish!" Hours later I found some blood spatters on my sleeve, over where the drape didn't cover. It was a bit like this:

Hey, my gums bleed enough when I get my teeth just cleaned, with all the grinding and the fact that my gums were a little swollen around the tooth being ground, I have no idea why I was surprised by the fountain worthy of an Evil Dead movie pouring from my mouth. I was the Old Faithful of blood geysers, baby.

After work I got together with Tracing at the ribs place at Union Square, where she told me all about the house she just bought. I was late getting there, having taken the wrong bus and having to switch at 42nd, not to mention running quickly into Fish's Eddy after grabbing my ticket and buying a couple of glasses and onion soup crocks and another Cynthia Rowley plate to add to the collection that I am buying slowly enough that I should finish slightly before my death (I have one big plate, two small ones and two soup plates and I have been buying them for three or four years).

When I got to the restaurant, she was sitting outdoors waiting, sort of hunched over with her sweater pooched out over her belly, and for a little minute I thought she was pregnant! Which of course sounded like I was saying that she was fat, which she totally isn't and she doesn't look it, but the way her sweater was really made her look that way, briefly. Hours later she said, "You know, if I were pregnant, I'd definitely mention it before I started to show!" but remembering how my friend Melanie surprised me by putting infant Rebeccah in my arms one Christmas without mentioning even once that she was pregnant, I couldn't assume anything.

Afterwards, we went to a movie at the Loews on 19th St. She had said that she didn't care what we saw, she hasn't seen anything, so we saw Panic Room, which was just fine.

It really was as tension-filled as it could possibly be (at one point I looked at Tracing and she and I were both sitting in the same position, both hands clenched to our faces), the camera work was terrific, it was really tightly plotted, and the acting was top-notch.

I also really enjoyed the way that everything wasn't spelled out, you really had to pay attention. Considering how my mother was completely confused by Memento, I should tell her a couple of things before she goes, or she'll wonder what the hell is going on.

Super Movie Fan, with whom I work, told me that he didn't even recognize Dwight Yoakam, and I told him that I remembered how bald and point-headed he looked without the hat from my beloved Sling Blade, but when I see him on Monday, I'll say to him, "Of course you didn't recognize him, he spent the entire movie in a ski mask!"

Check out that Memento link above, by the way, I knew I was right not to buy the DVD, I knew there would be one with extras out soon!

After the movie, we walked out and there was a big tacky white stretch limo that was honking the first line of "Here Comes the Bride" and I commented,

"Look, it's Bridge and Tunnel Wedding!" (a derogatory NY term meaning vulgar non-Manhattan-ites with big hair and nails)
"Are you going to the subway?"
"Yeah."
"I'm taking a cab."
"Um, I guess I shouldn't have talked so quickly about bridges and tunnels, since you're going home by a bridge..."
"...And you're going home by a tunnel!"

We parted and I had to walk around a big construction going on at Union Square Park (what the hell are they building? It's a park!) to get to the subway, and ended up passing right by the Virgin Megastore. So I went inside.

Well, I'm not made of stone.

I got the Divine Comedy album that I wanted last week, and was taken in by the "3 DVDs For $45 Sale" getting The Tailor of Panama, Dark City, and, most importantly, my new boyfriend sexy sexy Vince D'Onofrio's Men In Black. Also starring my old boyfriend Tommy Lee, I haven't forgotten you, baby!

How did I get three DVDS, one cd and a bunch of dishes for almost the same amount that I spent last week on four cds alone? I have become a cleverer shopper in a mere seven days! Or something like that.

Bev sent me this link to a review that she did in her journal, that I just thought was hilarious.

I wrote back, "I am certain that the actress will be dining out on that story for WEEKS. Hell, the amount of mileage I can get off someone sitting in the front row in white pants and jiggling his foot, I'll be she tell about the whinnying audience member for the rest of her life!"

I'm watching SNL and all I can say is, why on earth did they let The Rock sing at length and on three different occasions when he clearly cannot sing at all? And I mean, not the tiniest bit?

My favourite part so far, though, has been the real cute and incredibly head-banging Andrew W.K. singing "Party Hard", rocking like a mother-fucker, (he could put someone's eye out with that hair flying around), and then followed by the announcement, "Tonight's musical guest has been brought to you by Bud Light."

Y'know? I don't think he was...

I might have to get this album just for the cover.

Lenten entries missed:

The Toaster went to Mount Hood, did not so much feel like a ghost, and wasn't edgy enough. My God, how edgy can she be? She is a toaster for heaven's sake, they are asking too damn much!

The Toaster would also prefer not to be directly linked by me, which is cool. Her old journal is here and you can email her for the URL of the new one if you like.

Today's horoscope:
Go for the thrills today. You need an adrenaline rush, so ride a roller coaster, hang glide, surf, compete, get your blood zinging!

One year ago today:
I can easily become as obsessive-compulsive over not spending money as I usually am about spending it!

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