kirsten dunst and pad thai jay

thoughts of the day:

upon waking: 'holy crap, it's hot in here'

in the shower: 'wow. conditioner is a great invention.'

on the PATH: 'what's up with people getting up and moving to the door a whole station before they need to get off? i kind of miss the silverlink.'

08:56, checking gmail: 'goddamn. kirsten dunst turned us down. man, her publicist didn't even spell her name right.'

09:10, a few minutes later after googling aforementioned publicist: 'sheesh. this guy is money. he reps some biggies. well, at least we made contact. that's something.'

10:09, looking at the Lula mag contributors pack: 'this magazine is gonna be shit hot... ooh i'm sub-editor? when did i become sub-editor?! fuckin' a...'

13:45, covering reception: 'okay, i'm hungry. you know what they need in new york? wagamamas. mmm, amai udon. or busaba. mmm, pad thai jay... drooool... [tummy now growling]

14:45, in chelsea whole foods: [taking off headphones as i make my way to cashier] 'wow, i was singing louder than i thought. oops. huh. that looks like alex suarez. no, no, debit, not credit. oh. wait. it *is* alex suarez. hi.'

15:48, in the kitchen, as one of the partners asks me "so have you noticed much of a difference in fashion between here and london?": 'oh crap, is that a thinly veiled statement regarding what i'm wearing? green flash sneakers, green ankle socks, dark denim skirt, white tee... what's wrong with that?? huh. you're the one wearing a blue shirt and yellow tie.'

16:13: 'bored nowww...'

16:15, looking at craigslist: 'ooh, bikes. i want a new bmx. i know i have a superfly one already but i want another one. mmm, bmxs...'

18:10, outside 50 East 42nd: 'it's such a nice evening. such a waste to have to spend it with the MB kids, in a lecture.'

19:35, in lecture: 'did the lecturer really just say "i've shot my wad"??'

20:20, on the PATH back: 'this announcer sounds like forrest gump. [reading over some guy's shoulder] 'Odours, their designation and classification'. wow. fascinating.'

right now: 'are people going to understand these crazy european 24 hour clock times i've used? gah, whatevs. i want some dinner.'