I am not an especially good person. My only redeeming quality is that I have never pretended to be one. I am a goddamn liar. I cheat mercilessly at Monopoly. I have been called a negative bitch. (Don't ask Lenora about any of that, because she'll tell you it's not true. She's got an infuriating habit of seeing the best in everyone.)
And now this selfish bitch knows what she wants for her birthday! Okay, here's my confession - I am a closeted Kacie Sheik fan. A really really BIG Kacie Sheik fan. God help me, I think she is the best part of Hair. The last time I saw it, I sat stuffed into my mezzanine seat and basically watched her for the entire show. We got word today that she's playing Joe's Pub on February 15. Caissie Levy and her weave will be there too, but I can take or leave her. But I am excited. I can't remember the last time I was actually excited. The past few months have been blah. Happy as hell, but blah.
I'm starting to think about my new year's resolutions. So far I've come up with:
1. Stop saying son of a bitch.
2. Cut back on the blue Powerade.
That's it. It's not that I think I'm a perfect person. It's just that there's nothing else I'm really willing to give up. See? I'm b-b-bad to the bone. Not really. I'm sitting here in my purple bedroom eating frozen cream puffs. That should give you an idea of just how quickly I'm going to hell.