Gawker Stalker….?

Second week of acting school completed. I am learning lots, mostly that I’m inflexible, and that acting is very hard, and that it makes you very vulnerable, and forces me to stop thinking so much and analyzing everything, and did I mention it’s hard? I have met some amazing people though, and feel blessed.

In other news, I had three large glasses of chocolate milk tonight. This occurred while I baby-sat an adorable two-year old boy, who I believe looks like Tom Brady’s future son with Gisele. I almost kidnapped him because of this. He was cuter than Rachel Bilson. It was pretty intense. (Chocolate milk is the new flirtini, btw.)

ANYHOW. I love living in New York City. It smells like rancid trash. And there is a beauty salon near my acting school that is open 24 hours a day. 24 hours a day! If you want a manicure at 3a.m. in this city, there is a place to go. Annnd, a man called me a stupid bitch on the subway stairs today. Instead of getting upset, I found it pretty cool. What is also cool is the Italian rock concert Lauren finklefarts Piccolo took me to last week. Have you heard of Jovanotti? (Google him.) Somehow one finds oneself in a bar in the LES, and every single person in the bar is Italian, and wearing fabulous boots and a glowing tan. Fantabulous. Only in New York.

In other earth-shattering news, I saw the model Erin Wasson on the street last weekend. Some shocking observations: she’s very tall, vedddy thin, was smoking parliaments, and wearing what appeared to be honest to God clown shoes. 

I believe the title of these photos is “don’t hate me cause you aint me.” (If you feel bad about yourself, don’t worry. I did some online research and discovered that the lovely miss Wasson starred in some video ads with Justin Timberlake for his clothing line, William Rast. The videos are on youtube, and are so unintenionally silly that it’s actually quite impressive. They even out-GOOP G. Paltrow with their goopified intensity. Worth finding and laughing to. Timberlake needs to get that shit off the Internet fast. It’s pathetic.)

But all of this Erin Wasson ballyhoo was not nearly as exciting as my Christine Baranski spotting.

I attempted to follow Ms. B around the street for awhile in Chelsea two days ago. This is because I saw her on Broadway in January, and thought we could talk about it. Plus, she was wearing red lipstick and fabulous black and white flats, and it was 9:30 a.m. Classy broad. She eventually went into Starbucks, so I gave up my wild goose chase. Sigh.

That’s about it. I have a million observations a day, but they keep getting lost in the meelee. Going to start bringing a notebook around. Met my friend Leandra for tasti de lite and a walk last night. It was muggy and gross out, and we sat on a cement step and talked about boy troubles. Those kind of things are my favorite New York moments.

Oh, and I got a card in the mail from my Mom today. Cards are nice.

Bed now. Reading a silly beach book about the careers of Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon and Carol King called “Girls Like Us.” Loving it, and sort of wishing I was a folk SINGAR. Perhaps one day I will play one….(with dubbed over vocals, obvi.)

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

loving my new Vogue with Christy Turlington on the cover. She may be the world’s most beautiful woman ever. 

This is totally what a typical Friday night is for me too. As I write this, I’m actually in an empty bathtub, chugging champagne, with two supermodels wrapped around my glowing and hairless legs. Hooray for the eighties! Good night.