This Week's Schedule:
-Monday - can't remember (wait, partied somewhere)
-Tuesday - can't remember (wait, partied somewhere)
-Wednesday - that was last night, so i do remember. Partied.
-Tonight - supposed to go to lesbian night at club in west hollywood.
-Friday - film premiere of 'the family stone.'
-Saturday - art opening and downtown warehouse party with a date.
-Sunday - potentially chill? surf? write my novel?
My Friend Becky's Schedule:
-Monday - nurse her baby. make dinner. teach the 2 year old new words. Smile contendedly.
-Tuesday - the same.
and so on and so forth.
Talking today to Becky, a girl i share with whom i share a bday and a cult upbringing, made me feel perfunctory and debaucherous.
My over-ability to reason is driving me nuts. 'oh, it's so great to not have a boyfriend and just be young and single.' 'oh, i just want someone to hold me and want to make babies with my fabulous genes.' 'oh, i think i might be a lesbian.' 'oh, i should stop reading maureeen dowd's 'are men necessary' and elizabeth wurtzel's 'bitch' if i want to be clear on the former.' 'oh, i'm so happy to just have my family around to love and care for.' 'oh, is that all i'll ever be? a big-sister spinster?'
jeezus. it's not even that time of the month.
is there a pill i can take to stop thinking? wait, i abhore medication.