my job

is sucking the life out of me. even if i arrive in the morning feeling ok, by early afternoon i'm miserable. i guess this is what 2 years of reading blogs all day will do to you. it's not even a wish or desire to get out anymore, but more like a necessity. and it makes me so tired all the time, the boredom. but then i perk up as soon as i get home. what is there to do, but drink and drink some more. and i'm so crabby and irritable. my boss is the nicest guy ever, but i'm annoyed by him every day. i think by now, he must notice that my normal facial expression has become a blank stare/slack-jawed.

randomly, a few albums that have made me feel better in the past/take me back to a good time in my life:
jimmy eat world-clarity
helped kick my ass out of my first serious, long-term depression. having the best job ever and several office crushes probably didn't hurt, either.

blur-think tank/radiohead-hail to the thief
takes me back to exploring berlin and italy, the first time i'd been to europe in 10 years. blur is especially linked to berlin - what an awesome city. things were really good at that time too. i just graduated and had a job (this fabulous one), but that was a feat at the time. things were good with a guy who had yet to show he was an asshole supreme, naturally.

and to a lesser degree:
blonde redhead-melody of certain damaged lemons
postal service-give up

the madness

two friends are currently engaged. please make it stop.

oh new york

has anyone ever called 311 to report a noise violation? or yelled out the window with any degree of success? there's a certain dive in the east village that's notorious for its patrons getting soaked with pails of water by irate tenants upstairs. many a night i've lain awake thinking about doing this. until someone pointed out (i can't remember who it was) that it would be so much more satisfying to have a hose hooked up and spray the annoying people on the street. the bar across the street from my bedroom window doesn't even do the courtesy of a "please be respectful of our neighbors and be quiet" sign. last sunday night there was a woman with the most obnoxious laugh out on the street. i have a pretty motherfucking loud laugh myself, but i certainly wouldn't be hootin and hollerin at 1am on a sunday night. so i fantasized about super-soaking her. what i really wanted to do was yell out the window, "shut up you damn cunt!"

instead i turned the fan on.

chipotle expose!

i'm sad to say that two big macs are healthier than the veggie fajita burrito i get at one of my favorite places, chipotle. check out the horrifying numbers here.

read with dismay on cityrag.

dumb americans

flex just got back from a trip to spain and france. she went with bootsy and ei, and told me that ei basically made them eat mcdonalds and pizza hut the entire time. that really pissed me off. why on earth would you go to another country only to eat the same shit you can get a block away from your house? this kind of close-mindedness kills me. ei is someone who, given the choice between say a thincrust, real italian pizza and stale pizza hut, would head to the pizza hut at a dead sprint. mcdonalds, burger king, olive garden, tgif... i just don't understand clinging to that american shit when there is much better stuff out there and new things to explore. so yeah, they ate at pizza hut their last night in paris. this is one of the many reasons they turn their snooty noses up at americans. there is this big, huge cultural void. i see the same thing in new york; midwest tourists in their big khaki shorts to cover their fat asses, and baseball caps, thrilled because there's an applebee's or something. why bother try something new when they can stick to what they know.

it kind of reminds me of the one chinese restaurant i saw in italy. i can maybe understand locals maybe wanting to try chinese food for a change of pace. but the restaurant was filled with tourists. they go to italy... to eat chinese food! there would be only one exception to my rule, and it came into play my and andrew's last day in italy. we were hungover as fuck, and italians don't know how to do a good brunch. we were in desperate need of GREASE=eggs. a cappucino and pastry just weren't going to cut it, no matter how good the cappucino. we walked all over rome trying to find a cafe that would do eggs properly, like a big old omelet. after the fifth cafe and no luck, sweating our hungover asses off, i looked very solemnly at andrew and said, "you know... i think we might have to go to the hard rock cafe to get eggs." he looked at me thoughtfully, and said, "yeah, you might be right."

shortly after that, we found a cafe that would accomodate us and we happily ate american-style eggs. then andrew drank a full glass of fresh lemon juice.

so great

k is a pretty crazy place to begin with, but i'd never paid attention to the specials menu. check out the illustrations! not only do they supposedly serve bull penis...

what is going on here?! fucking crazy.

holy shit

i love the editors and am gonna cry if i don't get tickets to their show.

assholia 101

i have encountered a distressing number of assholes. why? i really do hope karma bites you all in the ass one day. hard. at the same time, i'm struggling with the idea of karma itself. a cafe had a tip jar that said, "karma is a boomerang." well i am pretty karmically correct, but have had nothing but shit slung at me. lots of it.

anyway, something that has been continuously running through my head is a scene from the all-around mediocre "meet the fockers" - when stiller teaches the baby to say asshole by accident. ass! hooooole. over and over again.

cumming all over

i did yoga next to alan cumming last night. if you don't know the subject reference, see the commercial here.

are you fucking kidding me

this morning a jackass managed to hiss at me so loudly that i heard it over my ipod. for fuck's sake. bazima had a brilliant post about hissing, but i can't find it anymore. the ones that piss me off the most, though, are when the jackass decides to say something to me in an asian language. pick a language/ethnicity, any ethnicity! because, obviously, you know your shit and i will be sooooo impressed/appreciative. hate.

so i could listen to pinback and the like, and mope at home. instead i've made it my mission to get shitfaced evey night this week.

boycott call

please don't support any night that dj saint michael is spinning. also avoid bar matchless. thanks. we got screwed over on several counts that i don't even want to get into.

check out

c's awesome pictures from our fire island outting.

anyone home?

there's a modeling agency on our floor. i use that term very loosely. they're a d-list agency, if that, and they attract some pitiful wannabe models. every wednesday there's an open casting call. these people, mostly girls, are sooooo dumb. i'm fairly sure if i were to knock on their foreheads, an empty sound would resonate. they wander around the floor, even though the agency is almost impossible to miss from the elevator. they get lost on their way back to the elevator (the floor is NOT that big). case in point: a girl just knocked on the door. "this isn't suite 605, is it?" no, sweetie. it is, as it says outside the door, suite 603. and that plaque on the door? not the name of the modeling agency. these people shit me to tears.

everyone knows you have to be skeletal to be a model these days. that's just the way it is. a lot of these girls, that's all they have going for them. but then, some of them are just normal person size. what are they thinking?? i think what makes me really dislike these people, is that unless a model is discovered when she's 13 or something, like gisele, they have to go to these agencies to be discovered or get work. and so they, inherently, think they're good-looking. thinking you're hot shit... that kind of attitude makes me gag.

coooool

http://www.eviltree.de/zoomquilt/zoom.htm

this is also one of my favorites.
http://homokaasu.org/rasterbator/

i might have to eat my words about clap your hands say yeah, given how many times their album has been played on repeat on my ipod... no they're not the best thing ever, but they're not bad.

sometimes

i feel like i have one of those "kick me" signs on my back. except mine says, abuse me please. i like it.

lobster roll day!

today our office is going out for a lobster roll lunch, on the office. i've been craving one since seeing all the write-ups and pictures. they're a trend of this summer, along with bbq. apparently my boss was bitten by the same bug, as he suggested an outing last week. the place we're going to isn't regarded as one of the best, but who am i to complain. i'm getting a fancypants $24 sandwich for free and we will probably be away from the office for 1.5 hours. oh happy day.

i decided yesterday to quit my advertising class. it's just 3 hours of wasted time every week, listening to the "teacher" drone on and on about nothing. he's an inept teacher, and today i'm feeling better about my decision. i've identified 4 companies i'd love to work for, and figure i should just go with what i'm naturally good at and stop trying to force something else on myself. now hopefully i won't be forced to eat beans on toast for a year.