Wednesday, September 28, 2005

"...Because it's wreak-able!"-a line from Wall Street

Oh what a fiesta I'm having here in the mini-apple:

A headhunter ( HATE 'em) called w/ a line on a (suspiciously sounding) fab job. In Duluth. I thanked her kindly and bit my tongue off from saying R U smoky in the head?!, this is as far north as I EVER wanna be. Not 3 hours more straight up to flippin' Canada, bit!!! But no. Then she hit me w/ the salary. With stock options. (It was Oscar time for me I was sooo laid back...cos I fell over to the kitchen floor.) Try 3x what I've EVER pulled in yearly. Rationalization mucho. So I mapquested Duluth. Holy crap it truly is the last stop before the Klondike. I like to ski, don't I, don't I?

Hope there are big Nordicks up there.

Riiight.

Monday, September 26, 2005

"There's a man in my bathtub...bound and gag-gged"!- a line from the movie Jimmy Hollywood

Uh- not so much, but if I could, I would toss Mr. Editor from Friday night in it and subject his lying selfishness to some of ohnoey's low- low key subtle- as- a -brick whomp ass.

A sensitivity chip has gone missing w/ this one. My first hunch is E is married. 'spose so. Pues, adios then bucko,
as they say in Spain.

3 daze: no talkee, no ejail, nada. Is the chase and my delivery of the "kiss that kills", actually a kill that joy?

Boys lie. No new news there...



'Splain to moi, dear blogsters why an all- but- impossible- to- flatter Irish Italian princess such as I keeps hoping against hope that she can find a smart funny secretly sexy male c o m p a n i o n 1/2 over 4-oh plus who can go the distance w/moi.

Anyone? anyone?

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Oh for cry-eye!

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch...

So lassnite I ended up @ Nye's Polonaise, Mpls. In a torrential downpour.
Everybody goes to Nye's, just like Rick's Cafe Americain in the film Casablanca.

So accompanying Idiot Girl was this crazy ass actor (Hill Street Blues, etc.) Irishman I've known since high school...and when I said let's go.

He insisted--insisted on bringing my car
around--disafuckingpeared
for an hour!
The joint's closing down it's two ayem and I'm like hellooo?!

Mercifully, the 25 yr old drummer from the band stayed with me til Irish f i n a l l y drove 'round.

Of course Drums25 asked 4 my cellie. Of course I gave it to baby dude. Will he call, bettywon't...
...didn't
be glad
be glad

Jesus this town!

Saturday, September 24, 2005

" We need some flippin' french toast!"-a line from The 40yr old Virgin movie

...and " that f***** came outta nowhere!"
Well well welcome back to the land of 10,000 flakes... I got one for you:
Quote of the day via cellie to moi: " You're a Rolls Royce and I'm a Chevy...so I can't see you anymore." !?

Moi: " Glad'ja told me, AFTER you slept w/me... bye." (uh actually it's an Infiniti... Nordick guy)

Uh, let's review shall we? Let's. In ten days:

1 dinner @ Figlio
1 drink @ Redstone
1 movie: 40 yr old Virgin
1/2 dozen kissy- kissies = not so much, where I come from.

So while I was mulling THAT remark over, cellie rang again, and I ended up for dinner in St. Paul @ Frost's w/Mr. Editor... fab convo and a wildly romantic setting. 'Bout time sez moi to moi.

Must never let on how intriguing I find Mr. E, yes?

Anyone? anyone??

Thursday, September 22, 2005

"Jesus, this town."-a line from the film Shampoo

I don't know about anyone else, but I can't get arrested in this town: Minneapolis. I'm just back here from years in Chi.
Pulled over, repeatedly, but...
These Nordic men, that I cut my teeth on , it seems that if I haven't been to school or bed or both w/them, they do not wanna know you. Converfuckingsation? WTF is that? A decent cocktail? Where can I find one?? I want to throw a dinner party...uh everyone leaves for "up north" every Friday by 3 p.m. Who do I have to fuck to get a waffle around here?
I can't find a corporate job, so I'm freelancing like a sad little pony on carnival day...that's another major blog for another day. Hilarrr. You want how much $$$?!
I don't dare compare this place to Chicago, no one will talk to me for the rest of the night.
I guess I digging being the only brunette Italian Irish princess in the icy northland. I think I need a sable to make it through this winter...not so much.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

ohoney7

aries /female/ minneapolis, mn./ windowdresser/"i like the boys and the boys like me"-lana turner (and me, too.)