on “sex & the city” tonight, carrie was complaining that the relationship she was in (with that kind of cute guy from “northern exposure,” except he sort of annoys me somehow in a way that i can’t explain and i can’t even say exactly what it is that i don’t like about him) was going too well – everything was great, but this worried her, because it seemed too good to be true. And then Samantha says, “if he sounds too good to be true, he is.” they went on about this for a while, and i started to think, did i actually write this without knowing it? shouldn’t i be getting some really hefty residual checks for writing?
it must be a great universal truth, not just something that i, personally, keep living. over and over. the difference, though is that in the next episode tonight, carrie runs into Mr. Big on a ship that is touring manhattan, and then she talks about seeing him and how difficult it is because he is still in love with her, and of course she still has feelings for him, and well, i’ve seen the show’s very last episode, i know how it ends, all happily ever after…but i don’t have an ex-boyfriend who is pining away for me, there are none of them who i’m dying to have in my life again, and so this is the part where the tv show ends and reality rears its ugly head.
not that i’m feeling any mid-week angst or anything. carrie wore a particularly fabulous dress in one scene when she was going to the opera, with spaghetti straps and lots of beads dangling, and i would love to have that dress.
at least it was sunny today.
at least…nobody confiscated any scissors from me. although i do seem to have lost my scissors, and i’m giving up on them. except i gave up on my stapler a few months ago and bought a new fabulous one, and then i just found my old stapler in a place it had never occured to me to look, but it’s not nearly as good as the new one. perhaps i’ll add it to the collection of millions and MILLIONS of confiscated scissors, if i can just find out where they are.
maybe they should just collect all the scissors and put them into a GIGANTIC pile, and charge admission for people to come look at them. like the giant ball of string that’s somewhere, and all those other quirky american-type things. giant pile of scissors. it could be quite a tourist attractions somewhere.
i’m going to turn the light out now. i hope your thursday is filled with joy.
ok then,
grace poised on the edge of december.