[01 Aug 2005|04:06pm] I'm going to Belize next Tuesday! Oh, and i feel like there is an obese woman named Dotty sitting on my forehead, it really hurts. 2 comments|post comment

Molly's most recent epiphany: If I fail at all else in life, I could be a folk singer/stripper [30 Jul 2005|07:02pm] This week was filled with dance, lesbian kisses, poetry, cult 45, mexican food, seeing old friends, making new ones, power outages, early morning dates with my twin, and a whole lot of fun! On wednesday, I sat on my ass for the entire day, read a bit, ate a whole lot, and then babysat. The power went out and I was coerced by manipulative eight year olds who alienate me with their insane knowledge of sports that seems to extend into the darkest recesses of their minds, into taking them out for a huge italian dinner/candy dessert. I'm such a good babysitter. Next, I took a verrry long drive, replete with many detours, back home to meet up with lisa and go meet Lili, Dan, and Jojo for dinner at Guadalajara. It was incredible fun, as always, and I ate sooooooooo much food- but what the fuck else is new? I have an obese mentality! Next, we drove to Lili's house, emptied our swollen bladders, and proceeded into town to get ice cream. Paulo, Jeremy, and Dave met us on the street, and it was an awkward, yet hilarious situation that I dealt with by touching a whollle lot of Joanna. Thursday was a pretty sweet day. My creative writing class was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the objective of the day was to use images as inspiration for poetry and to infuse poetry, usually a very abstract artform, with concrete and vivd details. We had to write a 7 stanza poem, using 7 diff. paintings. I really loved this, and my poem ended up being a woman's reaction to her child's funeral. I don't know why, but when it comes to the written word, I'm really drawn to the dark and morose. After class, I went to a performance by Pilobolus Dance company. The words fucking incredible don't even capture a nanometer of the talent, artistry, grace, and strength of this dance company. It was such an exciting blend of all things wonderful: dance, nudity, art, water. To say that I loved it would be an extreme understatement. Friday was a wonderful day. I met Juliette, my best friend from my insane trek to the small paradise that is Trinidad. I really love to catch up with old friends, and our dinner was so incredibly pleasing to the palate. It's always interesting to see people you haven't seen in while and see how they've grown, how you've evolved, how things have stayed the same. After dinner, we headed to Starbucks (where i got a triple shot of espresso in my drink. Three fucking shots)and serendipitously ran into my love, Sofia. After Nyack, I took a short, but tortuous journey back to Tarrytown to be greeted at the door of the Moshman household by the ever-so-cordial Eliot, who informed me that Jojo was in the shower. The two of us headed over to Paulo's with the Portuguese himself, Jay, Jeremy, and Dave for a fun night of Banana Vodka, being in bras, lesbian porn shoot directed by Jay, a reallllly long walk with my lebsian lover, bonding with the boys while jojo and paulo "did their thing", and being called a badass white chick. Next, we went to the park where we met up with a wholllle lot of people (don't remember them all..but I know that my Embers, Tina, Dylan, Jen, and Matt were there). Some really strange drama went down in the park and I got into a heated political debate, but all in all it was great fun. Such fun, in fact, that jojo and I wanted to sleep there. Next, we met up with Lili, returned chez-Moshman, and had a fun time, complete with attemted analysis of the strange shit that went down in the park. I woke up reallly early the next morning due my ostensibly menopausal hot flash. Once we were all up, after Liana's imagined sitaution about Jojo and the little girl, we dropped J Mosh off at her bakery and Lili and I had a nice date at coffee labs (complete with an awkward wave hello/ cup shake), and then visited Jojo at work. I came home, attempted to buy cheese ,realized my front bumper was breaking, and went to the pool. I love summer. 1 comment|post comment

Thai food, clandestinely drunken bonfires, choreagraphed blanter, and rapid cake consumption [25 Jul 2005|11:14am] Wow, my birthday was fucking incredible. I want to thank my sexy, silly, intelligent, hilarious, twisted cult 45 members (and my beloved long-time best friends Dan, Lisa, and Kate...Becs I missed you) for coming to celebrate with me. Whether the cult members realize it or not, their infectious, beautiful spirits and love for laughter and all that is only hilarious to us and not meant to be found funny by the rest of the world, have really made me love my life even more. I'm one lucky bitch to have friends like these. Ok- so the birthday went as follows: First, my family and I (plus dannny boy) had a picnic at Rockwood and just basked in the beauty of nature for a bit. Next, Kate and I got pedicures while Herbert sat on and watched, engaging in awkwardly flirtatious conversation with the male Korean manicurists and seduced their senses with the chocolate covered berries(which we later devoured) sitting in his lap. Next, Dan, Lisa, Kate and I drove over to the Thai restaurant as I was draped in my unknowingly reallly slutty top. When the cult members showed up, we literally ordered the ENTIRE menu and Lisa dropped her plate. Actually, she fainted for a second, but I'm still not sure if she fainted while she dropped it, or before, which would cause her to drop it, or after, as a result of laughter. Oh shit, I'm confusing myself, but I'm sure someone will clarify. Next, we headed back to our house, where Lili, my twin and Blue Hill badass (she dropped one glass), came to meet us. We did our usual eating tons of Herbert's food while I us a Kahlua milkshake that everyone got like a milliliter of. Next, despite the fear that as my mom watered the plants she would discover the alcohol hidden in a bag outside, we headed up to Jon's for a bonfire he made us, and began the drinking. Only problem was that Ellen was there talking to us, but I'm pretty sure the darkness masked the bottles and singing of "out popped little yo" helped to cover up the sound of clanging bottles. We didnt do too much damage on the alcohol there, so we headed back down that giant of a hill to my house, where the true drinking began. I believe it was vodka and twister that did us all in. During this bout of fun, the 8 of us devoured a chocolate cake at approximately the speed of sound. Oh, what an orgasm. The rest of the evening, I am slightly unsure of, given my state of extreme inebriation, but I'm pretty sure I remember that Dan passed out at like 9 and never told us bedtime stories, Lisa and Erzie did candlesticks, Embers tried to call her English teacher, I called Dylan and a mysterious character returned the call, Sofia broke the table while she and Embers were smoking cyanide out the window, we all lay around topless for a bit too long for us all to actually title ourselves heterosexuals, and that's about all I can recall. Suddenly, the lights were out, the fan was a-blowin' on me, and I was asleep, with the warmth of my jojo's body gracing my back. Next morning, we awoke, ate a ton of yumminess, sang to Herbert (who made us milkshakes), and I think jojo gave birth to my head. Thank you, I love you all. -Molzie Pie! 3 comments|post comment

[19 Jul 2005|06:47pm] Emily Jane Kramer is pretty much a fucking incredible indvidual, just for being the sex-obsessed, oh-so-fun, pop-rocking, lesbian lover of mine she is...but, she also made this livejournal for me and I must say that it's beautiful. My favorite part is without question the Lolita quote. It's pure sex. I finished my first short story recently, and I would love some feedback- so i guess comment if you would like to read it. Umm, it's about rape and I'm almost positive that my ENTIRE creative writing class is convinced that I was raped by a black man. Awesome. Other news: My birthday is this Saturday, I really love falafels, I'm really horny, and I sort of think bugs are beautiful creatures. That was a terrible first entry, I apologize. Namaste. 3 comments|post comment

Dear Molly, [19 Jul 2005|12:01am] I hope you like this. And plus, I'm testing. (embers)* 3 comments|post comment

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