My Town/What RiRi Thinks About My Blog

In an awesome turn of events, this is what you get when you type in RiRi Boston. I think it's an album cover. When it doubt, give something that aura of authenticity by painting vaguely Asian-looking characters over your seascape.

I’m sorta/kinda watching Avatar and this is an ELABORATE-ASS movie, huh? My first time seeing it was at one of those kickass Lux theaters where you get an armchair and a cocktail waitress so I was SOUSED during it so I probably cried when the Keebler Elf Blue Tiger People Memory tree blew up but now that I’m watching it sober…jesus. What a technical marvel. Granted, I can see Jim Cameron grabbing digital artists by the hair and slamming their faces off of consoles if they don’t draw a CGI petal on a background flower correctly, but that kind of workplace abuse resulted in some RAD movie-making. Oh, and I wanna make out with the dude in the wheelchair. Not sure he can act or not, but he’s got a nice face. Can you draw me wearing this Unobtanium necklace? And only this Unobtanium necklace? Oh, yeah, still answering questions…

Will you ever move from Boston? Why/Why Not?

Does RiRi Harvey read all of your blogging? Does it make for interesting conversation at the holiday dinner table?

Would I ever move from Boston? I’m a vastly immature 36, but still 36. All of my family and friends for the most part are located here in Massachusetts. I just landed a job that I’m really enjoying. My partner hails from Buffalo, and he has no wish to return there to live despite us probably being able to buy a house with what we pay to rent a small two-bedroom on a slightly dicey street here. So…yes? Scotty has been on us to move somewhere else in the seven years we’ve begun together. I, however, am a coward. I have plenty of friends who live and have lived in other cities, gone to school on different continents. I envy them. They are brave where I am not. I am an utter pussy. I never thought I would make it in a strange place. I like knowing that I have people who love and care about me within an hour and something’s drive. I like knowing how to get places. I love this city. I can use the subway. Seriously, that’s comforting to me. I love how Boston is slightly puritanical and infuriating and I’m always complaining that there’s little to nothing new going on. But it can also be the most amazingest party (man, we like the drink here in Boston), with people from different social strata some of whom seem to strive to try and do the right thing, and there are these huge hearts beneath icy northern exteriors. Ok, I am starting to sound like some cheesy bitch writing things on the sides of mugs for souvenir shops in Fanueil Hall.

Thhhoouugggh, if someone were to offer me a suitable job, I think I would do well in NYC. Just sayin’.

Also, as someone who has been terrible with money his whole life…I don’t get how people are just able to MOVE. Isn’t it expensive and shit? I always wonder about that. “I’m moving to LA.” Oh, so you have a lot of savings and stuff and you found a good job with a signing bonus? That’s what I always wonder about. Then again, I am deficient at a lot of what makes up responsible, adult living.

There was a second question in here. My Mom is one of my biggest fans but I think RiRi only occasionally reads my blogs. I think sometimes I work a little blue for her. Though, I could write Mein Kampf and that lovely woman would buy ten copies. Cuz’ she’s a total racist. KIDDING.

Most of our holiday dinner conversation is mocking each other and mocking people we know. If my brothers read my blog, we would probably mock that. Like others should, cuz’ damn, I just read the bullshit I wrote about Boston above.