My imaginary boyfriend Viggo Mortensen [1], along with David Cronenberg will be at the Walter Reade Theater to discuss their new movie A history of violence [2]. How can I not be there! I mean, ok, so he does not know I am his girlfriend, but still ... couldn't someone send me a ticket (they've been sold out since forever).
Then there's tomorrow.
Umberto Eco, one of my academia heroes (Ms. thing [2] used to be a literature professor), is receiving the Kenyon Review Award for Literary Achievement [3]. Did I get invited? Not even to the reception.
So people, if you want to make la negra [3] happy, never ever forget to invite her to an event where either her imaginary boyfriend or one of her literature heroes are going to attend.
Uh-oh ... see what's happening ... I'm pouting. I'm pouting people ... I'M POUTING!
Ah, sheez, there goes the tough girl look. It's going to take me all night to get it back on.
Pooh.
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