Last night, I went over to Scott's. He cooked dinner and then we went to meet some of his friends to see "The Anne Heche Monologues." For those who never read her book, myself included, you cannot imagine the comedy, the hysteria and the deep-soul searching of a true narcissist contained on those pages.

The show is a group of really good actresses who simply read passages from Anne's confessional.

Examples:

"I glow. I glow like snow."

or

"I like yellow. It's mellow. I think he was even wearing yellow."

It was like listening to some adult descent into Dr. Seuss. Afterward I could only think of Homer, her young son, and hope that child protective services is keeping close watch on the Heche household.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Cyndi