courtney love finally completes transformation into that homeless bag lady down the street:

Police had been dispatched to her apartment house around noon on Friday after the building supervisor called to report that someone was tossing bottles from a window, but no arrests were made at that time, a police spokesman said.

The Times said Love had been bantering with bypassers as she sat on the ledge of her open third-floor window, and that a group of photographers on the street had serenaded her with a rendition of "Happy Birthday" until her mood turned somber.

The New York Post reported accounts of neighbors who said Love had spent the previous week roaming the streets of SoHo, asking strangers for cigarettes, peering suspiciously into parked cars and claiming she was being followed.

referring back to my spiel on missed connections - i found a new low today. people asking other people if they are actually a missed connection that hasn't, you know, been missed by anyone. i'm sure that explanation made a ton of sense, but excuse me, as i've had two diet cokes this afternoon and apparently that makes my brain blurry and confused. anyway, it is incredibly uberlame to post about yourself on the MCs, wondering if anyone has seen you and pined after you. i'm thinking about doing it in a few minutes. "blond, 5'8", works in dupont circle, ready to be *your* special missed connection. anyone seen me? huh? no? come on! GODDAMMIT do you think i'm strutting around dupont circle ALL GODDAMNED DAY just to get harassed by the homeless men and crackheads?"

anyway, i thought i'd segue from that into a little update on how my marathon training/fundraising is going (donate, please! sidebar! $10 if you can! i'll buy you a drink or clean your house or something). the fundraising is kind of at a standstill, but that's okay, as i haven't really been hitting anyone up lately (for fundraising money, that is). on the list to donate soon: parents, grandparents, i'm doing a mass mailing to my parents' uppercrust friends, and my coworker and i are soon going to hit up work colleagues. naturally, some other coworker decided today was the day to ask for donations for her niece's three day breast cancer walkathon, which is extremely annoying. all these stupid cancer fundraisers. they should really coordinate themselves better.

the training, on the other hand, is going very well, if by very well i mean "i hurt all the time and have nightmares about running and my quads feel like someone took a hammer to them and please god make it stop." i ran 10 miles last weekend at a 8:30 mile pace, and am running 14 next weekend on this route, which goes out to someplace called haine's point. i'll be doing the 14-miler in some spiffy new shoes, so we'll see how it goes. i'm supposed to do a cross-training kickboxing class tonight at 6:30, but if someone is happy-houring somewhere, i am always ready to explain why drinking is actually really beneficial for marathon training.

and why not segue from that into these two totally crazy quotes from r. kelly, which are just so fantastically awesome that i can't even think of anything to say about them:

"They can criticise you without even knowing you, and hate you when they don't even know you. All of a sudden, you're, like, the Bin Laden of America. Osama bin Laden is the only one who knows exactly what I'm going through."

and

"I put tents in the studio and slept in the tents for like a few months, eating off the floors, dressed in army fatigues ... I know people out there might laugh, but we are in the jungle. We're on a serious mission, and just know that Charlie is out there to stop us, and you have to load up your guns." (i forgot to mention that this quote is about how obsessed with africa r. kelly is [though he's never been there] so i don't really get the whole vietnam reference, or why one needs to wear fatigues, eat off the floor and carry a gun in africa.)

and this is actually related to the previous paragraph: criminalcheck.com, where you can go through the oddly-addictive process of finding out if there are any sex offenders in your zip code.

this has been your official incredibly disjointed blog entry for tuesday. good day.