Published by admin on 28 Feb 2005
I woke up in a foul mood this morning and I don’t think it was because I discovered last night that live blogging is hard or that Adam Duritz is rocking some ugly ass hair. I think it’s because I miss my best friend, Ms. Cigarette.
Sure, she gave me a slight odor, a periodic cough and stained fingers… But! She also allowed me to tell Johnny Depp that I liked his shoes. (He clearly needs someone to be more specific and say, I like your shoes and your suit please don’t wear anything that might be construed as a shout out to Prince.) She allowed me to meet Sam Mendes (though I didn’t know it at the time.) She got me through those long quiet periods in my head between writing spurts. She encouraged me to step outside and grab a breath of fresh air. Yes, she was trying to slowly kill me, but you know, you shouldn’t judge good friends. They have their reasons. I miss her. I miss her very much.
Today I’m very sad.