HER WEAPON OF CHOICE...

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SLACKER

That’s me. A total slacker. Ever since I got back from NYC last Thursday, I’ve been running on empty—with a runny nose, to boot. The Big Apple was fun, stressful, incoherent, rainy, overwhelming and full of hot dogs. I met with my fancypants book editor and agent last Monday and it looks like book no. 2 is back on track. Instead of coming out in Feb. 09, we’re looking at an Apr. 09 release date, which is totes fine with me. It’ll be almost two years to the day that Everybody Hurts came out, so hopefully April will be as kind to me as it was the first time around. The title is about 99% confirmed so I’ll prolly be leaking it on here soon.

In addition to meeting with HarperCollins peeps and lingering around the Atlantic offices, I managed to run around the city and give my credit cards a well-needed boost of exercise. Funny thing is that I can’t even really remember what I bought. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I bought four pairs of shoes. Yeah, you read that right. FOUR. I really don’t know what I—or either foot—was thinking. So far their making nice with the rest of my kicks but this one pair is causing a little bit of trouble. They’re slightly taller than the other pairs and have a little bit of a ‘tude. Scratch that. They have A LOT BIT of a ‘tude. Check ‘em out for yourself. My ankles cower at a mere glance in their direction but they are totally fierce and even if I just sport them around the house when I’m playing dress up, that’s totally fine with me. (And, yes, I still play dress up sometimes when I’m bored. I’ll try on all my party dresses while I play Celebrity Skin really loud and bop around like a madwoman. What? Don’t you do that, too?)

This week has been off to a slow start, work-wise, but I’m determined to get stuff done tomorrow before I hoof it off to see D oes It Offend You, Yeah? at the Grog Shop. When they play “Let’s Make Out,” I plan on storming the stage, Bonne Bell Lip Smackers in hand so, chaps, you better prepare accordingly.

Also, for anyone that’s totally tired of waiting around for the new Postal Service album to come out, I highly recommend one of my fave bands The Age Of Rockets. They just released their new album Hannah and it’s like the indie rock equivalent of a beautiful impressionist painting—textured, delicate and completely captivating. My fave song so far is “Elephant & Castle.” I’ll try to post it here if I can get that stupid Audio stuff to work.

Until then, wish me lots of good writing vibes and cross your fingers that I don’t have another dream about my ex-bf/non-bf where I’m getting an abortion or leaking poo—both of which I’ve dreamt about the last two nights, respectively. Grody to the maxxx, right?