Parks are for Lovers

And I don't have one. Went to the Bryant Park Summer Movie "Touch of Evil" and regardless of how much I wanted to watch Janet Leigh and hear fattie Orson Welles say "I don't speak Mexican!" I couldn't help people-watching, well, couple-watching. Fascinating and depressing. For a minute I felt like Dian Fossey watching the gorillas and then I felt like Lindsay Lohan making the same fucking reference in "Mean Girls" and then I got over it. But still. Damn. Fucking couples...er, wait.

Meanwhile in REAL corpo-hell I'm so fucking busy creating spreadsheets, powerpoints, making arrangements for car services, coordinating meetings, bleh, bleh, I'm so fucking tired bleh....that i don't even have time to piss. or eat, which REALLY makes me mad.