Bad Girl

Please don't ever call me a "Good Girl." I'm sure that is the worst verbal mistake on earth. I'm the Maid of Honor for my friend's wedding next July. I was riding in the back of her fiancee's jeep truck SUV and he said, "You printed out all the Map Quest directions? From the hotel to the reception and back again?" She said: "Yes." He said: "Good Girl!"

I was choking on that one. I thought I would puke, but at the same time I was grateful for the free ride to central Illinois, so I kept my mouth shut. I do my best not to be a good girl. One of the ways in which I'm bad is waiting 6 weeks to update my blog. Dear readers: please note that I will make no promises I can't keep, but I will in future attempt to update this blog once a month.

I'm taking an acting class at Breakthrough Studio. I've been drinking more scotch. Vodka hangovers give me an accelerated heart rate included in the hang over, so I'm making the switch to brown alcohol. We'll see how that goes. I've been dressing up a lot more and wearing more makeup. I recently bought a pop-up book of Hindu altars. It's very amazing. This morning I have it opened up to Lakshmi; she increases prosperity, abundance, fame, beauty, purity and grace. Good times!