My blog has won an award. I’m not sure how, but it did.
Someone cool (cool= lives in Chelsea and talks about masturbation) actually liked my blog enough to mention it in her blog and give me an the “Honest Scrap Award.”
Her name is Hannah Miet* and her hair makes me think of LES circa 1977. Or Gene Wilder.
Either way, I’m jealous.
I’m not sure where this award originated from but it appears that I’m now obligated to tell ten secrets
about myself and award ten blogs that I fancy. Unfortunately, I only have 5 secrets and 3 blogs. Quality over quantity I always say, but the truth is, I have the attention span of a retarded squirrel when it comes to following instructions.
For those who want to follow the instructions:
1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.
None of the following secrets are privileged information. In fact, I’ve probably told these stories so many times they’re not even true anymore.
1.) I got hit on by Jeremy Irons
– I think he mistook me for someone he knew because the amount of enthusiasm he put into our introduction made my face twitch.
2.) I got mistaken for a homeless drunk on Venice Beach– I was 22 and it was a farewell rendezvous on the Venice boardwalk between me and my gentleman friend that I didn’t want to let go. I decided it was a good idea for me to get there early and drunk. I drank my entire flask of vodka and fell asleep in the sea of homeless that call Venice boardwalk their home at night. My gentleman friend could not find me (Oddly, this behavior had nothing to do with us breaking up. Or maybe it did).
3.) I saw a dead body once– in the middle of Interstate 110 in downtown L.A. The person had jumped from the 3rd street overpass into the freeway. I can’t really find anything witty to comment here because it’s not funny. I was on my way to be a seat filler at the SAG Awards where I stepped on Clint Eastwood’s foot. I thought I was going to end up like the person in the freeway at that moment.
4.) I used to dress up as Rod Serling, Elton John, and Groucho Marx– I’m not sure how I’m not gay. I had zero relatability to my gender growing up. I would be just as happy dressing like Chuck Bass or Truman Capote for the rest of my life.
5.) I’ve never had a lesbian experience– and believe me, I wish I’ve had.
I’m still new to the blogging community and there have only been a handful of blogs that have really caught my attention. 3 to be exact and one of them is the person who bestowed this award upon so I’m not sure if it’s legal to bestow the award back upon her.
1.) 20-Nothings– Not only are her articles entertaining and humorous, but thought-provoking as well. Author Jessie Rosen does an excellent job of discussing relevant issues that concern Generation Y.
2.) The Hitch List
-Polly is a twenty-something living in New York City and quite possibly one of the best writers I’ve seen out there. Her talent with words, humor, and story-telling will keep you coming back for more. Check out her latest article
where she tells a heckler on the subway to “shut the f*** up or I’ll skull f*** you”.
NUMBER 2!!!! AH I LOVE THAT. Honestly that couldve happened ot me several times while I was living in la
Your description of my hair may have just made me happier than anything EVER. I wish I lived in the 70s. And I am obsessed with Gene Wilder. You know the way to my heart, love.
My favorite is number 4. Do you have any photos saved from the Groucho period? I think this secret alone requires a photo post.
I love that number 3 has the words "where I stepped on Clint Eastwood's foot" without that being the focus of the secret. That is fantastic (well, not seeing the seeing-a-dead-body part.)
As per number 5, if you're ever in New York, the hipster-iest girl bar on the planet is Metropolitan in Williamsburg. I may have to accompany you as a body guard though. You are beautiful and will be eaten alive. I'm serious.
Hannah, I have a feeling that you and I are the same person.
LM – I'm flummoxed! Thank you so very much for bestowing this honor. I'll pay it forward with an awards and secrets post tomorrow!
Congrats to you!
I love the definition of cool you have provided. Ha. Maybe this tip will help in my future blogging endeavors, especially since I'm a newb!
Um, totally honored. You're too witty to shout out to my wit. Or we're both witty bitches. Whichever. Now, to get BACK to blogging religiously so I can actually post about this, and your awesomeness.
The first non spammer to leave a genuine comment on my blog is a recent recipient of a blogging award?
I'm truly honored.
In all seriousness, I started to read away at your posts and found something interesting. I like your writing (not the interesting part – here it comes… get ready…) Your crush on Dr. Ian Malcolm is the drop dead most sexiest thing I've ever heard come out of anyone's mouth, blog, ringtone, or otherwise… He's a genius and a role model.
So, Jurassic Park may not be my favorite movie… (ok, fine, it is). I've seen it at least 40 times. Dr Ellie Sattler was always my dream girl. And I am spilling my heart out to you like a 3rd grader at recess who just discovered girls DO NOT actually have cooties (yet to be proven).
Phew. Anyway, now that I got that off my chest, I can start the day.