NO HELP???

singin' to myself... singin' to myself...
T.I. song...
singin' to myself...

Hello, attractive Black gentleman!!!

How are you doing? Yeah... it is cold.

Yes, as you can see, I am lugging a lot of stuff from TARGET to my apartment.
No, you may NOT have my phone number. But thanks for asking....

Huh?? Why are you cussin' at me now??

OH HELL NO!
NEGRO!!!!
WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING TO HELP ME OUT??????

I would be more inclined to give you my phone number if you were to hold a bag or 2 or 3 or 4. Can't you see that I'm in need of assistance??

I looked fine enough for you before I said NO! to your phone number question. Maybe if you did something that deserved compensation, I'd give you something.

Every dog gets a treat for a trick.

UGH!

The First Lady!!!

Helen Hayes!!!!!

Wiki this wench.

Did you read it? Did you?
Yes, she was given the title:
"The First Lady of the American Theatre"
And you wonder why?
I also wonder the same... but I can along attest to what I've researched on her.
This b*tch is interesting!!!!

She started working at age 5.
She stopped acting at age 85.

Can you believe that???
SHE WORKED FOR 80 YEARS!!!!!!!!
I can only hope to be that lucky. But I started acting at a late age. Humph!

"A Farewell to Arms" film.
I am in awe of this movie. I love it. It's one of my favourite old movies.
Helen acted the role of CATHERINE BARKLEY.
Haven't seen it? RENT IT!!!
She's dazzling.

She played the GRAND DUCHESS in one of my other favourite old movies, ANASTASIA.
Ingrid Berman, Yul Brenner, and Helen Hayes.

WATCH THIS SCENE.
Anastasia scene.
If you don't start crying from joy and longing at the end of this scene, you have no heart.

Can it get any better???
YES!!!

This wench won a TONY, an OSCAR, an EMMY and a GRAMMY!!!!
Can you believe that?????
4 AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you name any actors now who can say that they've done that?
MERYL probably could. I <3 you, Meryl.
J.Lo wishes... I'd keep wishing if I were her...

Again... I ask you... Can it get any better?
HELL YES!!!

This lady has her own damn theatre in NYC!!!
"...in 1955... the former Fulton Theatre on 46th Street in New York City's Broadway theater district was renamed the Helen Hayes Theatre. When that venue was torn down in 1982 (along with five other neighboring theaters), the operators of the Little Theatre, another standing theater two blocks away on 44th Street, renamed that house in her name, which it has retained ever since." *wiki note.

I just love this quote of hers:
"If you rest, you rust."
She was 60 when she said it.
I agree, Helen.
I agree!

Why. Don't. You. Do. Your. Job???

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to let go of my hand.
Our handshake is done. It was nice to meet you, but NOT that nice.
No really... I have a knife in my other hand.
Thanks.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to stop commenting on the pictures that I have in my apartment of my friends and family. You should be looking at my floors. They're the ones that need your attention, aka it's your job to look at them.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to not be talking to me as I do work in my living room.
Aren't you supposed to be doing something?
You construct. I stay out of your way. That's the deal. Got it? Good.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Yes, I've seen that you have a Gold tooth on your left lateral incisor.
Do I want to see it again? NO!
STOP SMILING AT ME!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not being nice to you. I'm being civil. There's a difference.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Your other 2 compatriots leave me the hell alone.
Why? Because they know better.
Why don't you?

YO! 3rd construction dude.
NO! I will not give you my phone number.
Yes, I can see that you're holding one of my business cards in your hand.
Give it back and don't touch my stuff again. You were probably gonna steal one anyway and leave me dirty voicemails, but since you asked.. again, my answer is still NO.
Why don't I want to give it to you?
Must I stab you further with my glares?
I wish that medieval devices of torture would spurt from eyes whenever you speak.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Don't come up to me after you've seen my guest room and ask me if I have a kid.
NO! You nosy bastard. I don't.
But if I did... I wouldn't let him/her near you.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
I really don't want you to come back with your boss to finish the last bit of work.
Your ship has sailed and I never want it to come back.

I AM THE VICTORIAN AGE, B*TCH!

I cannot get enough of this woman.

Who? Who is this FEISTY B*TCH!!!????
EMILY BLUNT.
Seriously... wiki this wench.

This woman has a lot of things that I want.

Though... believe me, it's not John Krasinski.
(He's really dopey looking. But she seems to like him.)

She was the only person who made this movie worth watching.
And believe me, that's saying a lot, because this movie made me FALL ASLEEP 4 times, and it's not even that long.

Sir Anthony couldn't save this movie with his British accent even if he had tried. Which... I don't think he did. Try that is.

But you should see the movie for her mini little appearance. She has a way of being strong in a period piece that is quite extraordinary. She's not a victim, and yet she was enticing prey to a totally miscast BENICIO DEL TORO. Who I love...
But not in that film.

-----

Must I tell you how much I am in love with the UK Royal families and their lives?

Must I remind you how much I love the people who play their matriarchs?


My friend, J9 and I, watched the movie, THE YOUNG VICTORIA, for the first time about a month ago, and all we did was stop and start the movie so we could wiki this shit.

Though THIS WENCH is definitely prettier than the actual QUEEN, she holds her own, and makes the movie a delight to watch.

---

Please Please Please tell me that you watched THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA to get your MERYL fix... or to prolong your love of STANLEY TUCCI... or to even get some eye candy out of SIMON, ADRIAN or DANIEL...


OR to see EMILY BLUNT's brilliant performance.

But not my nemesis.
If you don't know... I have words for her. But yeah...

Best b*tchy assistant ever!
I know she didn't write her lines, but she says them perfectly.

---

And she's also worked with another nemesis of mine in a movie that is actually quite entertaining...

Have you seen the movie: SUNSHINE CLEANING??
Her character is the only one I care about.
Why?
You should see it.
Why haven't you?

But as I list her movies, I realize that the reasons why I like her...

1. She's my age.
2. She's extremely talented.

That's it.
Those two things are extremely rare.

I find that I'm more inclined to be harsh on young actresses, because most of the time they're "famous" because they're skinny.... because they're hot... because they screwed someone... because they sold their souls...

but have nothing else to back it up.

This FEISTY HO backs it all up. All of it.
Don't believe me?
WATCH HER YO' SELF.

I'm BACK!

I'm taking this BLOG to a new stage, Bi@tches!I truly apologize for my lack of writing.
I have no excuse.

~

Apart from being sick...

getting in a show...

finishing the show...

rehearsing for the opera...

finishing the opera fall's season...

getting into full blown rehearsal for my other show...

ANYWAY... there is no excuse.
So what is the ante now that it has been upped?
I'm gonna write until you get sick of me.
Write write write.
I dare you to get sick of me.

I dare you.

Being LATE...

Ok... For those who don't know me, I am timely.

By timely, I mean... I am always on time.

Usually, that means that I'm early by 10 minutes to half an hour.

I have actually been known to get to a destination an hour before so that I can arrive sheepishly at the appointed moment to say that I got there just then.

But here me fellow blog-ites... blog-people... blog-whosamawhatsits...

The other day I was late by a few minutes to my own rehearsal.
<>

This is ridiculously AWFUL!!!!

If I were my director, I would've been shooting darts of HORRIBLE into my feet for not having gotten me there faster.

I went home after rehearsal admonishing myself for having done this.
But half way home, I thought about how many people come LATE and don't even care.

YOU!




YEAH... YOU!

Stop sleeping late.
Stop painting your nails.
Stop having sex with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
If you need to be somewhere... GET THERE.


Why??


Someone like me is probably waiting for you to arrive.


Next time...

Especially you people who are having sex...

I'll show you late.

A Letter to a Peeping Tom

Dear Mr. Tom;

Hello there! Though I do not actually know your name, let me introduce myself: My name is FEISTY ACTRESS. I live in the ground floor apartment of a brownstone building on 119th street. My bedroom window faces my backyard, which is separated from your building, coincidentally, with a fence. You seem to have the window on the 2nd floor of your building on the extreme left corner. Usually when I look out of my window at my backyard, I see your window. Usually a teddy bear sits at the window, smiling through his sewn face that the day will be sunny and bright, which it usually is.

At night, however, that teddy takes on a new shape.

OH! It's you!

HA! you scared me.

All of the lights in your apartment are off except for one odd blue light like in the David Lynch film, BLUE VELVET.

I had no idea that you liked to sit at your window.

WOW! You must love to look at the night environment.

OH! Look! You have binoculars. And you do not seem to be looking at the sky. Hmmm...

Though I am just sitting at my desk typing on my computer emails of no significant importance, you seem to want to take an interest in what I'm doing in my apartment, because you are looking straight at me.

WEIRD.

OH! Look your right hand seems to be moving in a very jerky motion.

Hmmm....

WAIT! Are you doing what I think you're doing?

OH MY! Well... that just won't do.

MOTHERF*CKER! I gotchu.

Yes, I took a picture of your window during the day.

And don't think I won't take a flash photo of you in the window tonight if I catchu again.

You wanna pop your socks off??? I'm flattered.... really...

But I am not CHEAP entertainment. They have websites for that.

That's really all I had to say. Have a great day!!

And have a good night... see you later?

Sincerely, and most fondly,

Feisty Actress