ahoy, mateys!
calling all new york buddies -
the wang and the cruel little man and i have hatched a nefarious plan for fun. we’d like to figure out an inexpensive way to get out into the ocean on a boat for a few hours, possibly on columbus day (mon. oct. 14), for a jolly good time. of course, boat rentals are expensive here in the most expensive city in the world, but nonetheless, we are the magic makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, so we’re hatching a plan anyway.
we’re thinking, maybe, 20 to 30 of us, getting together for a few hours around the harbor on a boat. no frills, no silly six course dinner yacht – just the ocean, the boat, some beers, and good company.
so! anyone who wants to join or anyone with any leads/ideas on how this stellar plan might come about should leave me a note in the nifty little comment box, newly updated and functional for such purposes.
think about it – wouldn’t it be great?
dum dum dee dum …
yes, sharp readers, that was the written sound of … wedding bells. kieran culkin has finally asked me to be his blushing bride. we didn’t want to make it public, you know .. the press and all the media hoopla …
okay, fine, so i’m not marrying my hott new crush. but in more exciting [and certainly more realistic] news: my dearest little soul, raychul, and her beloved matt, have finally picked the joyous day to make some vows, break some plates, and have a grand old time. there will be dancing, there will be lots of indian food, there will be beaming parents and hyperactive children .. raych, matt, you sure you don’t want to elope and save yourselves some money?
no? okay then. january eleventh, two thousand and three, my dearest raychul is getting married.
yippee!
aahh, my ego …
slowly, the littlest owl on the web is making a mark! recieved an email from an old sarah lawrence buddy, saying: “You are such a rock star. I used to read my horoscope online, now I read petithiboux and your archives!” isn’t that the sugar on the cake? thanks, mayumi.
open letter to stupid boys.
we hate it when a crush gets too complicated.
we hate it when boys think they can just switch hot/cold and girls won’t notice the change.
we hate it when boys act all *shrug,whatever* when they’re really thinking *yippee!*.
we hate it when you act all sweet just to rope us in and then act like we’re yesterday’s dessert.
we hate it when you tell us what stupid pop-star-du-jour you think is especially hottt.
we hate it when you avoid us and think we won’t notice.
because boys?
boys – none of this neandrathalic, childish behavior of fifth-grade-crushdom escapes our notice. we are radars, when will you understand this? whatever games you play, we will notice.
so just quit it. like us, or don’t like us. pick a side of the fence and stay there. or the fence will be the only thing you’re straddling on those cold nights.
