chick-a-brick

So I've been watching a lot of Sex and the City. Basically season one through six. Yup. So now I'm more open to talk about sex than ever. And I feel like I need to choose my wardrobe carefully when I'm going out to the grocer's. It's crazy. I've also been thinking about having three close friends to hang out all the time with. (I've actually found them, just haven't told them about my plans yet.)

That probably explains why I have nothing to write about. My brain cells have definitely been reduced. But I can't stop! I need to finish watching til the last episode of season six to know how the hell Carrie ended up with Big. On the plus side, I get to see some awesome outfits and also ridiculous ones. I've taken to dressing up a bit when I go out (not to the grocer's) to meet friends and for dates. I've just not gone all the way to wearing heels wherever I go. I suffer enough having to wear them for weddings and wedding dinners. I got a preview and I'm not interested. Until I have more interesting heels to wear.

And then there's New York. Though she doesn't get too much camera time in case one of the actresses throw a fit.

I just saw a New York photo album on facebook. Some friends were just there. Damn. I just torture myself willingly. I may be a closet masochist. But I can somehow imagine what it would be when I finally go there myself. I would definitely cry. Or tear a little. Most definitely.

I understand it will take a while before I regain some sort of intelligence after watching SATC (yeah, abbreviated cos it saves time) so I'm looking forward to reading more and watching Kubrick and Coen brothers movies.

peace+love