Author: Stacy Horn

I’m feeling a little stressed out.  The pub date for my book is March 10th and I’m doing everything I can think of.  What is today?  (I never know.)  February 27th.

What else could I have done with my life?  Not that it’s a bad life, in fact it’s mostly great, but I do find that I am regularly put in the position of having to do things I’m not good at.  Or, is that everyone’s life?  We all feel like that?  I want so badly for this book to do well.  But we all want things, and as that saying goes … damn you Rolling Stones!!

I took this picture the last time I was down at the WTC.  They were putting up these posters all around the perimeter of the site.

Jeff Zaleski pointed me to this video of my late friend, Aly Sujo.  He’s the lead singer in this video, the one in front, all in black.  It’s from 1981, and boy does it feel very 1981.  Okay.  I’m sad now.

I’m so excited! The minute I saw the necklace Mickey Rourke was wearing at the Oscars I wanted one!   It’s the one with the picture of his dog Loki on it.  I just read on Gothamist where you can get one custom made!

They’re made by Betina Wasserman and you can order one on her Etsy store Wicked World. On a side note, I’ve always wanted to figure out how to place two pictures side by side.  I can’t believe how easy it was, but I stumbled on the method by accident.  I should have been able to figure it out though. Anyway, I’m going to have Finney on one side and Buddy on the other. These are the shots I sent her.

Passed this by on my way home this morning.  Want.  Not sure my picture captures the prettiness of it.

American Idol:  I only really loved the 16 year old who sang the Heart song.

Finney was using my laptop as a pillow.  I had to close it up because he loves to pick off the top of the keys.  Usually I can snap them back into place, but he mangled the caps lock key so badly it won’t go back on.  Damnit.  I want a new laptop anyway, but I can’t afford one right now.  But man.  Just for the new screens alone!  I want that new 13 inch aluminum one.  Well, a girl can dream.

Anyway, at least they’re not monkeys ripping my teeth out.  CHRIST.  Did anyone read that article in the Times??  It’s hard to imagine little baby blanket-riding Mel from the previous post doing that, but point taken.  I will never buy a monkey.