I had

dinner in Venice and the air was thick and cold and full of sea water just like the Vineyard, so it was enough to pretend you were happy, and I ate with a girl who would remind you of you guys-- could make fun of herself with beautiful words but terribly intelligent and going places all at once-- but of course the car broke so I couldn't lift the convertible top so I drove home in 50 degrees blasting the hot air and listening to old Cursive imagining what Tim was like at 20.Don't you wonder sometimes? He's 34 in two months! I guess Jenn and Kels know. Oh and I'm listening to that song Bebban wrote about me, when I was 25. I like remembering I was an insane NYC party girl sometimes, it sure makes my doggies on the couch laugh when we watch Lifetime. This is someone's pic of Venice, where the dags and Tim and I hope to move if I score that MTV gig:

But, take your breath away...
nothing beats the Vineyard. Tim and I daydreamed we were already retired and living there with 8 more doggies and two more outdoor showers.

We talk about just picking up and moving there, but you girls have seen the camps the Wilsons have there know we would have to put a lot of moola into winterizing them. We'd also get crazy bored, but it sure is a beautiful dream. I love this stupid post card photo because there is nothing like a storm on the Vineyard to get you all Teenwitch when Louise walks down the street and there's all that breeze and wind chimes tinkling and you know at that moment your life will never be the same again.

Today (well yesterday now) was our two year and ten month anniversary. I was low about SPIN and MTV and all the sudden I turned around and Tim said "Happy Anniversary Little One! Let's Go Bowling!" So we went, and he KILLED me, but he sure as hell lifted my mood with his stupid dancing and overall Timness. Next time I growl about him, slap me.
(photo courtesy of Da Bird)

Tonight Lily Allen was at our sushi dins! She really did look normal in real life except for the most exceptional sequined tote I have ever seen. I hope to post it tomorrow!

After that frosty 45 min drive I came home, made a mix for my girls, and kept working on what I consider the dumbest freelance piece alive. (No offense Er I know u agree w/o agreeing). Tim gave me a real ribbing about finishing WENDY, but I've convinced myself you girls only like it cuz it's me. How could it stand the real lit test out in the world? Don;t we have an insider vernacular which just won't work out there? Lizzy Goodman told me she just finished a whole book on Cat Power, which makes me feel like an asshole. Why can't I finish anything? Rachel DW is out there fighting wars everyday, especially for women, Kate G saves people in need everyday, Lauren cures sad hearts and heads everyday, SA takes every child under 16s life into her hands as if they were her own, Erica is so fierce and fighting for her own proud corner of NYC everyday, Carolyn works for the best gallery in all of NYC maybe even the world, Mary looks and sounds better than I've ever seen her, Lucy is having a baby and has never seemed more in perfect unison with life, Marjorie has a guy that loves her and is working at TJ's home and is making her grandaddy very proud, Jenn loves and fights for her kiddies every second then acts like it's nothing, Kels is brilliant but keeps it to herself so she can leave work and just give to her loved ones, Rach has two babies and has never looked hotter, Kate McGuire broke her leg but is happy and in love (I would just milk it and whine), Wattsy is all married and sassy pretty, I guess I could go on and on. I'm just wondering what I've done. It's been three years since I left NYC to "get a real life". I have one, but if it were a painting, a lot is still uncolored, a mere sketch really. I guess there's a lot to wonder about. I mean I just always knew what I was doing, since I put that first Rolling Stone on my shelf at 12. Now I have no fucking clue. I never thought this would be me, I never pictured myself without a dream. It's always been writing, but how? Where?

OK at least this is not my sitch
You guys I am sorry but if I walked out of my door to start my day and I saw her wandering around on my street (which if you know my street is a TOTAL possibility) I would pull one of those things I do like when my schizophrenic neighbor starts screaming about satan. I just mumble to myself about forgetting my keys or WHATEVER and SCRAM back in the hizzouse.



In my opinion, LLo has never looked happier than on the set of Labor Pains. Solid relationship, first job in years, and sober. And I have always wanted a cute little overbite like that. i fear I have been cursed with the mongolian UNDER bite. I would prefer the long island over bite, if God had taken the time to ask. Lauren I know you think she needs a trim but they're just extensions.



and i know this is why SA doesn't like to gossip, but I for one say I am glad to see a celeb my age is having the same aging knee problemos as me with no shame. And tha tis all! Nothing snarky!!! xx