Showing posts with label Seth Rudetsky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seth Rudetsky. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A Little 'Donuts for Dinner'

NOTE: This was an entry I forgot to post a week ago. Obviously American Idol is on now, so disregard the paragraph about boring television programs.

A couple favorite Seth Rudetsky excerpts:

Wednesday, Raul Esparza came by to work on his song, "Morning Glow." He told me that he thought Sondheim would love this show and that he would email him. First of all, I'm dying to know what his email is: Goodthinggoing@aol.com? Bring-in-bounce@verizon.net? Also, who has ever said that in a sentence? "I think I'll email Sondheim." Okay, I think I'll email Mozart.

Even at age 14 I knew it was a headache, and because of my lack of boundaries/social skills, I let all the adults on the artistic staff know that I was constantly judging/hating it.


^ Okay, that second quote might not be universally funny, but to me it's hilarious because it sounds just like me. Totes my life.

Sooo we don't have cable in my apartment due to obvious financial situations, and now that the catering season has died down, my roommates and I have realized that we don't have social lives anymore. It could be due to our post-college graduate status our possibly the fact that we just moved to the city six months ago, but whatever the reason, it sucks. And I'm becoming way too familiar with the two television stations we do have: Fox and Latinvision. Ugh. I already had such little tolerance for both of those stations, but this is just pushing it. I just want to know though: I SERIOUSLY do not understand how "Two and a Half Men" is still on the air. How?! How! It's terrible, isn't it? Are Allison and I the only ones in the fucking world who think that?

Since my baby 'bellos are almost done marinating, I'm leaving you with this:

"Find boyfriend. You feel better."

-after I complained about getting sick 6 times in 5 months, this is what the 40ish housekeeper from Montenegro had to offer me for advice. Oh and by the way, I don't have a housekeeper. But the person I work for does . . . just to clear up that confusion.

Ahh yes, I'll sleep on that one.