puggles

are so damn cute.

ok, here you go bdf

it is amazing to me that someone can be so fucked up as to treat someone who cares about them like garbage. to think i considered you one of my best friends. guess i was really, really wrong. why do you think you're special and can dump/take up people as you please? social rules apply to you, too. whatever, i'm done.

people are acting weird. "it's the holidays" excuse doesn't hold much water with me. i hope 90% of the people i know start to get their lives together because i'm tired of being shit on.

i am most displeased to be in the office today. the boss makes us come in, and he himself is not here. the phone has rang exactly twice. bullshit bullshit bullshit.

see???

i told you he's a fucking babystep away from brian boitano!

GO

we're on at 10. you don't want to miss this outfit.

bom bom bom

tim of diamond nights, you look like a super young, super pervy mr. roper. in a kind of good way. it's really a shame about your younger sister though. she shoves her way to the front, yelling, "my brother's the drummerrrrr." then she gets her godawful blonde bimbo barbie sorority sisters up with her. she waves her arms around so desperately to get attention, and her friends are fucking grooving and gyrating like it's jay-z or usher up there or something. repeatedly spilling my drink on me. i have never been so annoyed at a show. i even ducked behind a tall guy and went a row back just to get away from these dumb bitches. ugggghh.

on a positive note, singer from the living things, i know your secret! i had such a eureka moment. you got your stage outfit designed by the same people who make ice skating costumes! just stick a blousy buttondown underneath and slap some skates on, and voila! if mutsu hooks me up with some pictures, i can show you exactly what i'm talking about.

should i be embarrassed

that forever 21 has become my one-stop costume shop? yesterday i bought a skirt for the show so scandalously short it comes with built-in underwears! guess i should not have skipped that cardio last week... i'm a bit at risk of looking like quarterslut. actually nevermind, that just isn't possible. it's a good store to buy cheap slutty things i will only wear once.

let me redeem myself by pushing one of the very best books i've read. ever. in a sunburned country by bill bryson. it may not be of interest if you're utterly uninterested in australia (in which case we should never talk), but it's so good i wish it never ended.

last night i fell asleep to a man crying outside on the street. who's next?

tech help

does anyone know how to unfuck the blog on pcs? as in not having to scroll down forever before getting to the content? thanks.

i finally get it

firemen are hot. we had a scare in my building on saturday, and about 20 showed up doing their thing. hotness.

what would you do if say, you were woken up on sunday morning by the sound of a girl crying? crying because your asshole piece of shit douchebag of a neighbor PUNCHED her in the face? call 911? domestic disturbances? or nothing?

little funnies:
my workmate from berlin was over last week. commenting on fancypants upper east side ladies shopping on 5th avenue, "they were carrying 20 bags, but didn't look happy at all. and they were wearing dead animals."
on hipster girls at a hipster open bar thing, "some of these girls look really weird."
he also noted how coked up many people looked. alexander rocks.

finally, here is an alternative for ipod remote control woes. http://dlo.com/Products/iDirect_Prod.tpl?command=showpage&cart=1134421015188744. seems more robust than the apple crap. i'll let you know if it breaks, oh dedicated readership of 2.

fyi

these are the kinds of guys who like me:





am i not the most luckiest girl ever?

also, in addition to chronic back pain, i've been told today that i also have chronic dry eyes. brilliant.

uh oh, time to dust off that keyboard and practice again. a large shitshow will be hitting ny very, very soon.

my parents have lost the plot

when i went home for thanksgiving weekend, i found a very large bath mat spread across the middle of my bed. i had a sneaking suspicion, but i asked the mother anyway. "oh yes, that's for samsam. he looooves it, he always goes straight on it. he likes to roll around and claw it."

ok, but on my bed??

i also notice my lava lamp from circa 1994 is on the floor and plugged in. my dad was kind enough to wipe the dust off, for sam's viewing pleasure.

if you're not convinced yet, the other day my mom goes, "remember, food is your worst enemy!"

the woman is in desperate need of some perpective.



look at that smug little mug. he knows he's living the good life of lots of love. i have the pleasure of being in perpetual debt due to this sucker's dentalwork. as n so truely said, money is tighter than a fat man's pants around here.