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high-fiving strangers on the west side highway

Inspired by Sass' jog this morning and the nice weather, I headed over to the West Side Highway/Hudson River Park for a little joggy-jog of my own. Since I was greatly inspired by Whitney Houston when I was trying to run a full mile last fall/winter, I brought along my gal pal Mariah for my run.

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I walked over 4,000 steps during my rehearsal.

I promenade, a lot. Which is funny when you're rehearsing in a room that's 18'x18'. Between that, and walking to and from rehearsal and my post-dinner constitutional with Sass, I walked 15,523 steps/6.28 miles and burned 874 calories. My pedometer is like a little pocket scientist. I pull him out periodically and he says, in his best Monty Python voice, "Very well, very well. Keep on, keep on.

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60 before 30

I'm in my last 60 days before turning 30, and I'm looking for suggestions of things I need to do before then. I'm talking the big crash bang kind of mistakes and fun you can only do in your youth and folly. I want to fail spectacularly.

Place:
Crunch - Lafayette Street

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almost princess broken foot

Yesterday, as I was literally walking towards my shoes so I could leave for the gym, I stepped barefoot on an itty bitty shard of glass - a remnant from a glass I dropped weeks ago. Fast forward through the next hour and a half of little von Hottie soaking her foot in the bathtub, sobbing on the phone to Mo-rizzle, "I want my dad!

Place:
Crunch - Lafayette Street

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Mariah Carey and von Hottie want you to know that "a hero lies in you"

I realized in the wee hours of the morning that what was missing from my life was Mariah Carey. Duh, von Hottie, you haven't listened to Mariah in years! No wonder I've been out of sorts.

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fear not feral

After the table reading of my play this past week, I had the usual residual mental angst wherein I see where I want to be but do not know how to get there.

Place:
Crunch Union Sq.

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almost princess broken foot

Yesterday, as I was literally walking towards my shoes so I could leave for the gym, I stepped barefoot on an itty bitty shard of glass - a remnant from a glass I dropped weeks ago. Fast forward through the next hour and a half of little von Hottie soaking her foot in the bathtub, sobbing on the phone to Mo-rizzle, "I want my dad!

Place:
Crunch - Lafayette Street

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I've never been in a relationship on February 14th but I am totally pro-Valentine's Day

In which this week's "Featured Body," vonhottie, walks five miles and extols the virtues of a much maligned holiday.

Valentine's Day is the time of the year when the entire world looks just the way I want it to: covered in red, pink, hearts, glitter and candy, but that's not the reason why I'm all about it.

You'd think from the aisles of Kmart, where I spent a lot of time today, that Valentine's Day is like setting up a shrine in your parking space: Yay, I found one! Put some pink cellophane on it so everyone knows it's mine!

I'm of the third-grade school of Valentine's Day, when you gave a carefully decorated piece of construction paper to each and every person in your class. No one was left out, and you couldn't play favorites or everyone would know who your crush was and you'd die of embarrassment. Everyone celebrated together, everyone ate too much drugstore chocolate, and everyone was told "U R SWEET."