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HELLO, I'm KARYN BOSNAK, author of the books SAVE KARYN and 20 TIMES A LADY. I live in BROOKLYN. |
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Moving very slowly today.
Here's a picture of the dress I ended up getting and wearing. It's soooo much cuter than it looks in the picture.
Me in the dress
My friend Jill and me
This guy was a total freak. I'll tell you about him later.
So I'm finally leaving. I decided at around six o'clock tonight that I didn't like the dress I bought because it was too black, so I went to a local boutique and bought a Catherine Malandrino dress to wear instead. It's much cuter. I'll post pics when I get back. Bye!
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Hello everyone! I just got back from Bloomingdale's and got a new dress for my party. Yay! It's by Trina Turk. Here are two pictures of it:
I recently read this and thought it was funny.
Obituary euphemisms:
"Free spirit" - unemployable
"Vivacious" - drunk (female)
"A character" - drunk (male)
"Fun loving" - drank more than worked
"Down to earth" - born working class
"Utterly carefree" – senile
It all sounds a wee bit fabulous (See: Socialite Socialite Tamsin Lonsdale's Supper Club Probably Doesn't Want You and Supper Club Style) so I can't just show up in any old frock.
I have a lovely Diane von Furstenberg dress that I recently bought for a wedding, but it's not very holiday-ish. I'm not saying I need to sparkle, but... well, maybe I do.
Hmmm... decisions, decisions.
I'm going to venture out tomorrow and see what I can find. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
I recently saw a picture of a pussy willow and was reminded of a time a few years ago when I'd call my friends on the phone, whisper "pussy willow" to them three times, and then hang up.
Dust pussies noun
Dust bunnies (like under the bed)
"You sure have a lot of dust pussies under your bed."
Pussy gut noun
A pot belly
"Tony Soprano's got one hell of a pussy gut."
Pussyball noun
A softball (as opposed to a baseball)
"I've never been good at baseball or pussyball."
Pussy bump noun
A small pimple on your face
"Jessica Simpson had a lot of pussy bumps on her face before she started using Proactiv."
Pussy in the corner noun
A child's game. Sometimes also called "pussy on the pole."
"What do you say we play a game of 'pussy in the corner' like we did in the old days?"
Pussy plant noun
A lady's slipper
"I can't wait to take these heels off and slip my feet into a nice pair of pussy plants."
The UPS guy rang my bell today because he had a package for me. (Sorry that sounded sexual.) While I was signing for it, he said he had two more packages for my neighbors. (Sorry again.) Because I was feeling nice, I accepted both and put them by their door.
If they don't put a thank you note on my door and assume I'll sign for another one of their packages again without asking, I'm going to write them a short letter about etiquette, tape it to an Emily Post book and put it by their door.
I bought Nora some pink cowboy boots and she wore them every day while I was visiting. She would've slept in them if my sister didn't take them off her feet before bed.
And I'm sorry but this is so funny... My brother-in-law was tossing Nora up in the air and she was having the best time. But then she flew up a little too high and started to cry.
Having fun...
Fun still...
She's not quite sure what's going on in this one.
Yeah... definitely not having fun anymore.
Happy Almost-Thanksgiving!
I'm at my sister's house in Connecticut. My mom and step-dad came into town from Chicago for the big day, as did my step-sister and her family from Rochester—there are eleven of us in all. (Plus Beverly. Woof!)
To update on yesterday's post about my neighbors... the UPS guy came and I didn't sign for the package. I didn't even answer the door because I was in the shower when he came, but oh well!
Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving. I'll update tomorrow a bit more. I'm a little toasty right now from one-too-many brandy eggnogs. ;)
How cute is this gold piggy bank? It's made out of recycled leather.
More awesome red hair in the Barneys holiday catalog.
Me wants this for Christmas, too.
PREVIOUSLY: I Want Red Hair
Because listening to your iPod on the subway can be a real challenge.
Maybe I'm a dork, but I really like metallic slippers that look like they're from the 60s, like these:
OMG, omg, omg!
I just woke up and went downstairs to get coffee and you'll never believe what was stuck to the front door of my apartment building:
They never even asked me if I'd be home!
Oh, those rude girls—I hate them! And I am NOT going to sign for their package today.
I mean, am I being crazy here? It's totally bad manners, right?
I need to leave them a note of some kind today. Or maybe I should just wait until they actually do come up and knock to see if I'll be around to say something.
Thoughts?
Guess who has a UPS delivery attempt notice stuck to their mailbox right now?
And guess who's not going to sign for it tomorrow if they're not around?
I was talking to my dad on the phone this morning and asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He said he wanted that "new thing that just came out for the TV. You know... TiVo."
You know when your eyelid subtly twitches like a little heartbeat? That's been happening to my right eye for about two weeks now. It started in Florida. I thought it was being triggered allergies (they were bad when I was there), but now since I'm home I'm not so sure. It could be caused by stress, but I'm not really stressed out right now (unless I'm seriously surpressing it.)
It's so irritating.
Writers of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report put the following videos on YouTube. They're very funny.
Excellent Grey's Anatomy tonight. Excellent, excellent—the best in ages. (Finally, I was losing hope!) I mean, I cried (that poor pencil dude and his gal pal), I cheered (go Bailey!), I laughed (how fabulous was Sydney?)... Did anyone else watch?
It's a shame that selfish Hollywood studios are preventing the great writers who wrote this episode from doing their job.
Here are my thoughts on Britney's latest foot-squashing episode...
If you get as close to a moving vehicle as all these paparazzi dudes do, then you shouldn't be surprised when your foot gets run over.
Los Angeles needs to pass a law that states paparazzi can't get within five or ten feet of a moving vehicle. If I were Brit, I'd run people over, too. The commotion outside her car is totally insane.
So is anyone going to read the new Oprah book, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett? It's 900 pages long, but Oprah swears you'll be able to get through it. It takes place in medieval times or something which doesn't exactly appeal to me, but Oprah said it didn't appeal to her either. (Oprah this, Oprah that... do I sound like I'm in a cult?)
Anyway, she said it was one of those books that you don't want to end. She'd stay up until like two and three AM reading it and would pace around between chapters because it made her so nervous.* She really sold me on it.
I don't know if I'll be able to stay focused on it (Karyn's attention span=none), but I'm thinking about giving it a try and wanted to know if anyone else was going to also. Let me know!
*The movie "Maria Full of Grace" made me pace. I stood up while watching it because I was so nervous.
Did anyone else watch these two nuts throw down last night?
I kind of always have. Well, ever since Sydney was cool on Melrose Place. Remember her?
And then I once met Norma Kamali and she had the prettiest red hair and that just made me want it more.
And I gotta be honest... I really think Lilo rocks the red well:
And now I just saw these pictures of Isla Fisher and I want it even more:
But thine thing is, I don't think it would go well with my skin tone. Every time I tell my friend Mark about my red-haired fantasy he says, "You'll look ridiculous!" Maybe he's right. I need to try on a wig somewhere.
I love this little pin. It looks all sweet and innocent, but isn't. I want one! I want one!
To get yours (and to see a bunch of other cute things), visit Lochers.com. PLEASE NOTE: Locher's is offering free worldwide shipping until December 20th. Simply write "CUPCAKE" in the "coupon code" field during checkout.
Source: A Socialite's Life
Who would've thought I'd have a celebrity sighting in CT? (I'm still at my sister's house.) I just saw Keith Richards outside a cute little French restaurant in town. I think his brother-in-law owns it or something like that... people always see him there. According to Wikipedia, he lives in Weston.
Hello everyone! I returned from my fun-filled family vacation. I sat next to Nora on the plane ride home and she farted the whole way there. It was funny... I was in the aisle seat, she was in the middle, and some guy was sitting next to her by the window. I kept smelling something and thought she had a dirty diaper because, you know, kid farts always smell like poop or fruit, but alas... it was just a bad case of gas. The guy kept looking over like, "Where's that smell coming from?" Poor dude...
Anyway, toward the end of the flight she totally passed out. I tried to take a picture of her and this is what I got:
She had just polished off a bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Remember when you could just fall asleep anywhere (and it wasn't liquor induced)? Those were the days...
Hello everyone! I'm alive and having a gay old time with my family in Naples. I'm sorry for the lack of updates, but I have terrible cell reception where I'm staying and no internet connection. I'll update as soon as I'm able. Thanks! xx
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Tomorrow morning, my sister, Nora, Jack, and I are going to Florida to meet my mom. She and my step-dad bought a new condo in Naples so we're going to help decorate. My mom already has the basics, but she needs to get everything else like kitchen stuff, etc. I'm packing right now and am running a bit late (I'm going to my sister's house tonight b/c we are leaving super early in the morning) so I'll write a longer update when I'm safely on the train.
I'm done with my shift. You do shifts when you picket; I had 9-1 today.
Okay, I need to share a story with you. So I met tons of people today—tons. I mentioned earlier that I befriended the Daddy Day Care guy; he was walking behind me. We had just passed a bunch of cameras, so I turned around to tell him something, only another guy had jumped in between us. I stopped what I was saying when I saw him and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else—I was just about to say something really inappropriate." He said, "Well, what better time to stand next to you then." He then he waited for me to proceed, so I did because, you know, I HAVE NO INTERNAL FILTER, so I looked at him and said, "I just adjusted my cleavage for the cameras."
Turns out he's the head writer for The Daily Show. Fabulous.
He found it amusing though, so all's good.
Pat O'Brien is here. Is it weird that, of all the people, he's the one that excites me most? (Mostly in a campy way.)
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Ooh! John Leguizamo is right in front of me! I loved Moulin Rouge!
And Tony Gilroy is here. He wrote all the Bourne Identity movies and wrote and directed the great Michael Clayton. I went to a screening of it a few weeks ago and there was a Q & A with him afterwards and he's just so charming! And the movie is amazing, you must see it!
Ooh! And Peter Hedges, writer of About A Boy, Pieces Of April, Gilbert Grape, and Dan In Real Life. I love him! I love him! I have a crush on him...And my new best friend is Geoff Rodkey, the guy who wrote Daddy Day Care.
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You know how Forrest kept mindlessly stumbling into situations that were bigger than himself? That's me today.
I am Forrest Gump.
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Okay, so I know absolutely no one here, but it's okay. I walk up and get my sign, turn around and start talking to the first people I see. They're the writers for the David Letterman show. Some news people take our picture. I smile pretty but look clueless in every one of them. Then Tina Fey comes up and joins the group. She's pretty. Then some lady from Reuters comes up and interviews me. I tell her I'm a new screenwriter and I'm here to support my union. I hope I make her article. Oh my... Seth Meyers is behind me. Picketing is fun.
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I'm off to join the picket lines and support the union I'm a proud member of: The Writers Guild of America East. We want our four cents! (Among other things...)
I'm bringing my camera, so check back later for pictures. In the meantime, there are several great articles written about the strike that will help break it down for you. Among them...
John August
Daily Kos
...and, of course, check out The Huffington Post.
I love Martha. She's featuring downloadable wrapping paper on her website this month. It's so neat; you just print it out on 11 x 17 paper and voila!
Click here to check it out.
This is fun... type in the drink you usually order at Starbucks and find out a little about yourself.
I got 13 of these right. #2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 16, 18, 19, 21, 23, 25, 27 and 32. I feel like I know the first half of #28 and 33.
There's an article in New York magazine this week about the best NYC bathrooms. Among them was the loo at Sapa... and I was just there last week! Here it is...
It was so nice... when I went to use it I wasn't sure if I should pee or meditate.
My friends were actually saying that if someone made a list of the best NYC bathrooms to have sex in, Sapa would be among them. (Yeah, I know... sex in a public bathroom is gross, but it happens.)
Anyway, if you come to NYC, visit (the loo at) Sapa!
I bought this cute hoodie for my nephew Jack today at Brooklyn Industries.
When I told my sister that it had pink lettering on it, she was like, "Pink?"
It doesn't look girly, does it? I mean, sure... pink's traditionally a feminine color, but a lot of men wear it today. Case in point, Ashton Kutcher in a pretty pink suit...
He's all dude in that thing... and that's a whole lotta pink.
And there's nothing girly about the guy from "The Office" in this pic...
Jim's looking good fo sho.
And how can I leave out the leading men in Bollywood as seen in this FABULOUS YouTube video...
Please meet my friend Laura. Laura and I went to high school together and also worked in Chicago together. I had dinner with her and her husband Tom while I was in LA but never posted about it because I looked like butt in all the pictures and I'm vain. Anyway, here she is with her husband, Tom:
Could they be a cuter couple?
I went through my photo album and found this picture of us back in the day.
(I'd prefer if you didn't leave comments about my TALL bangs and bushy eyebrows even though both are quite impressive.)
Laura has a dog named Wrigley and a cat named Chumley—both of whom have the hots for Beverly. Wrigley does a pretty good job of keeping his amorous feelings at bay, but Chumley's out of control. He calls Bev at all hours of the night and sends her dirty emails... it's crazy. I wouldn't worry much if Chumley were a normal cat, but he's not—he's psycho. In fact, he and Laura are going to be on the premiere episode of a new Animal Planet show called "Cat Calls" because he's so crazy. Here's a link to the promo for it.
Anyway, please stop by Laura's blog, Live Happy, and say hello to her.
COMING SOON... The Beverly and Chumley Love Letters
Hello everyone! I'm alive after the Ryan Adams concert last night. I had sooo much fun. So funny... I'm such a light-weight. I had three drinks over a period of three hours and I was a mess. Well, not really a mess, but I was happily buzzed, let's just say that. Gosh, remember the days in college when you could drink three times that amount and get up and go to class the next day? Changes as you get older...
Anyway, not that any of my regular readers care, but a lot of people have been stumbling across my blog today while searching for reviews of the show last night, so here are my thoughts on it:
Vocally-speaking, I thought Ryan performed the best I've ever seen him perform. He had such control over his voice, way more than I think he's ever had. Also, I've always thought he sounded a little bit like Neil Young, but last night the similarity was almost eerie.
As for The Cardinals, they played really tight last night. (I totally felt like a guy when I typed that... so something a guy would say.) They were so in-sync with one another and sounded great.
The show in general, though, was a little too mellow for my liking. The set consisted of a lot of ballady tunes, and Ryan and the Cards kept going into all these lengthy jams... it reminded me of a Dead show. While a mellow show isn't necessarily bad, I think the crowd last night wanted something a little more upbeat. It was Halloween, after all, and it was a New York show. (I'm not saying he brings it more for New York as opposed to other places, but it is his home base.)
Anyway, my favorite song of the evening was "I See Monsters," which was the last song of the second set. He rocked the end of it in a big way. If he had gone out on this, I would've been the happiest camper alive, but he came back for a snoozer encore of three mellow songs.
All in all, though, I still loved the show. But then again, Ryan Adams could've burped out all his songs and I'd probably still be pretty happy... I just love him that much. It amazes me he isn't more popular than he is. He's such a talent, both as a performer and a songwriter.
To all my regular readers who don't listen to him, he's going to be on David Letterman tonight, so check him out!
