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Too lazy to write, so here are two links:
1. No context - here we go.
2. Fun with taxes.
Too lazy to write, so here are two links:
1. No context - here we go.
2. Fun with taxes.
Right now,
in my life
at this very moment
I'd rather be thought of stupid
than not at all.
I'd rather be though of negatively
than plain.
it's the truth right now,
at this very moment.
Tonight,
on the subway (as many stories start),
sans books
(I forgot it!)
I sat there with a little Spanish speaking girl
a mother and daughter chatting in Chinese
and a couple (slightly) arguing in
Hebrew.
All speaking at the
same time
and all with quite veracity.
It was glorious in it's chaos.
If it wasn't for
the weather,
I'd wish that it was Christmastime
all year round in
New York
('cause we do it bigger and badder than the rest of you - booyah!)
(the lights in) Central Park
the snow
the decorations at the Plaza
(the total lack of anything Christmas related in my Jewish/Chinese neighborhood)
the ice rinks
Dyker Heights (see 34th Street in Hampden, Baltimore)
even Macy's red and white decor and
window displays
(notice shopping isn't including in that)
it's seriously,
and oddly,
calming.
it's the
one time
when it feels good to be
alone
in the city
(which doesn't seem so big after all)
Hi.
still here,
still sort of being a
boring person.
Should be doing...something
but I've been spending
spare time watching
Skins.
(well, all my spare time for the last four weeks)
So addictive.
So good.
Yeah, I'm going to bed.
I slept through my alarm
this morning.
Spent 10 minutes in a
panic not doing
anything.
ZzzzzzZZ.
I'm just going to go ahead and answer the questions of my life:
1. It's urine.
2. No, working in publishing/arts isn't particularly interesting
3. I don't want to tell you how much I pay in rent; I don't believe that's any of your fucking business.
4. Again, see my post on November 1st - I DON'T EAT A TON OF CHINESE FOOD.
5. Yes, yes I do.
6. Sean Penn was good but I wasn't too crazy about the movie itself
7. 23
8. Take the A, C or E to 34th Street.
9. No, I'm not getting a dog.
10. I haven't read it yet! But I'm really excited to!
11. What do I do in the city? I don't know, live.
12. I don't know, everything.
13. Yeah, I hate him too.
Dear Mr. Brinton, who lives on Brokeback Lane in Dyke, VA:
You make my life just a little bit brighter.
Love,
Me
I don't like my subway book.
I won't read it anymore.
I feel bad for rejecting it.
But I feel good about not being tied down by it.
This makes sense, right?
My letter to Victoria's Secret as of November 22nd, 2008:
Oh!
And
god
fucking damnit
if the DMV
didn't spell my
name
wrong!
Two A's
One E.
Five items on the menu today:
1) Finally, some good news for Lower Manhattan.
2) This is a 59 page report of things getting out of hand
3) Maybe the stock market is in the Bahamas and playing limbo (how low can you go?)
4) I'm trying to figure out the appeal of Twilight (mostly because I know I would have been absolutely obsessed with it in high school - I mean, I would have been at the midnight screening and pretending not to care) and all I really needed was this line from the New York Times (I shit you not): this carefully faithful adaptation traces the sighs and whispers, the shy glances and furious glares of two unlikely teenage lovers who fall into each other’s pale, pale arms amid swirling hormones, raging instincts, high school dramas and oh-so-confusing feelings, like, OMG he’s SO HOT!! Does he like ME?? Will he KILL me??? I don’t CARE!!! :)
5) I freakin' LOVED the Yip Yip Martians.
My head
almost
exploded yesterday when I
first heard about
these "changes" to the MTA/subway.
must
control...
kill!
Honestly,
I am never on the G, M, Z or W trains
(well, rarely)
but this seriously
fucks so many people.
You don't know how
much
I hate transfers and this forces people
to transfer trains more and more.
With a transfer, you wait for a train
(and with service being cut, it also means longer waits)
get on,
it's packed,
you get off and wait for another chunk
of ridiculous time
get on the train
it's packed.
Repeat.
I go out of my way just to not transfer.
I know most stops on the F
by heart
because I hate to transfer.
Oh sorry, buddy, I can't visit you
you live off the 2.
Remember, earlier this year
the MTA budgeted $700 per employee to replace
their trendy, beautiful vests.
What
the
fuck
?
!
Who runs this show?
Seriously, they need to be fired.
I'll be put in charge.
I can do this up.
What do you think?
(photo from NYTimes)
(from last week)
I spent my morning at the DMV.
First waiting
outside Macy's
to get in the DMV
then in line
then realizing it was
the wrong line
then waiting in another line
then being helped by someone who should
have been in a hospital
or taking better mediciation for his
anger issues
(the place has been open 20 minutes, how can you be so upset?)
then a photo
then waiting on a bench,
waiting on a number system
that didn't make any sense.
then stood there with a girl chatting &
gossiping away
then I gave them $9.50
got a slip
and walked away.
got to work on time.
it wasn't that bad at all,
just,
all DMVs are depressing.
cold
the same signs in each.
the same signs that no one reads
(which is why I had to go back to the DMV in the first place - I didn't see you needed the physical SS card. Which I, of course, lost. I did this same waiting and complex number process at the social security offices in the East Village *shudders* God that place is just evil and the large portrait of George Bush didn't help)
and always that one person
freaking out
over nothing.
not as bad as Baltimore though
but, come on, that's like adding
"in your pants" to all
Chinese fortunes,
it applies every time.
I'm going to share this mostly because I'm so frustrated with my health care and New York doctors....
For a medication I'm about to go on, I have to sign a paper saying I will not get pregnant. It's a booklet larger than the Pennsylvania driving license manual. The iPledge: Committed to Pregnancy Prevention kit (doesn't it sound like something that comes with a chastity ring). Not only do you have to sign a form saying you won't get pregnant, but you have to go on two different forms of birth control. Not one, but two. Along with blood tests, this is all adding up to an extra $150 a month.
BUT
The doctor is explaining this to me and this is what she said:
"It can be any two methods of birth control, you know. Like, abstinence, of course or condoms and the pill, or vaginal condoms and a ring, or the pill and...oh, what do you call it...oh yeah, you can use the pill and spermicide, or you can use condoms and abstinence, or a condom and a diaphragm. Just make sure you're using two."
I helped wash a cat today.
Wash as in taking a large cooler, filling it with water, putting on gloves, dunking the cat in and lathering him up.
Our office is dirty and so is the long-haired office cat.
I've never seen anything so cute and sad at the same time.
I thought of doing it to Inky
then I realized I enjoy my life and my eyesight.
I felt like sharing that since the last thing wasn't so nice/fun. Washing a cat, actually fun.
Walking to work I was a little cranky because I really wanted to stay in bed but I was really thrown off because someone did the bike-ass-grab on me on the way to work. A lot of people at work ride bikes and I totally thought it was someone at work messing with me when I realized that um, I don't know this person.
So, seriously, as a heads up. Guy on crappy bike, riding around West Chelsea. 35-40 year old black guy with a big puffy jacket and black, beat up beenie. Has bags under his eyes. Snap a pic if you can.
Luckily, I've made friends with the construction workers next to my building and have them ready to attack if they see him again.
New F trains are coming?!
Like the R, 6 & L trains.
No more ugly colors.
Less sitting room.
Less places to hold onto.
Computerized stop indicator.
Automatic voice!
Stand clear of the closing doors please
(which my cousin could imitate perfectly by the age of 8)
No more of that one conductor
on my morning commute who
says DeLANNNNcy
in the most nasalized voice ever.
Or the one who sounds like he
swallowed a bale of hay and
yells
"stand clear of the door!!!!!!"
when there are only like 10 people on the train.
*wipes forhead*
I am so looking
forward
to less smells
and cleaner
cars.
Sorry to those people
who
LOVE the old Times Square
and will hate the less
"gritty"
cars. Get over it.
You overly nostalgic,
crassholes.
If all apartments in the city
were cockroach-free
you'd complain about that too.
live under the BQE if you miss
that crap so much.
I don't understand my neighbors.
There,
I said it.
I just don't get them.
First, the mother who does
nothing
but yell
at her "quiet as a mouse" son.
Second, the Italian models
(well, I don't know if they are models but they smoke a lot of pot, have odd hours and are very thin and pretty).
There was some confusion
of who actually
lived there,
a rotating door of random people.
And all yesterday they watched
Lord of the Rings
on the highest volume.
AND THIRD, that new older Chinese couple.
What are you cooking?!
It smells awful!
And at all times!
All times.
Stop it.
I have to
cover my nose
when I walk by
and try not to vomit in the hallway.
Cause, you know, you don't want to be
that neighbor.
Then they had a fight this morning,
I hear a pan thunk
and then silence.
Now I really need to avoid them.
It's still real.
It's real!
Then Bloomberg says You'll be paying more taxes!
Then Paterson says We're cutting necessary programs!
And I want
to hit
my head
against the table
just
a
little
more....
I'm a jumble
of nerves.
I can't concentrate.
I'm nervous.
I'm excited.
I'm worried.
I'm proud.
I'm ready!
*collapses at desk in exhaustion*
That following things
will be
free
on Election Day
if you vote:
- A tall cup of coffee (Starbucks)
- A disgusting doughnut (Krispy Kreme)
- A tiny scoop of ice cream (Ben & Jerry's)
- An appetizer (MoBay Uptown, Harlem)
- A chicken sandwich (some Chick-Fil-A's)
- A pre-proceeded chicken meal (something called Shane's Rib Shack)
- A cup of coffee (Eat'N Park - which I only know exists because of an ex-boyfriend)
and most importantly...
- A Maverick (hilariously named and for the men) or a Silver Bullet (for the women) at Babeland in Brooklyn
Dear People of New York/The Earth,
1) No, I do not eat a ton of Chinese food because I like in Chinatown. Have you walked around the real Chinatown? Nothing is in English and I'm a vegetarian - bad combination. I actually eat a lot of Mexican food which is delivered by Chinese people. But thanks for asking (?)
and
2) I know I have a big fat ass. You don't have to tell me. You definitely don't have to yell it to me across 8th Avenue and have everyone on the street turn and look at it. But thanks for the thought (?)
Oh man,
look at Christine Quinn
she's so going to kill
Bloomberg.
She so wanted to be mayor
(and I thought she'd be)
now he's gone and
fucked it all up.
It's okay Christine,
you can lez it up next time.
(original video here)
“We play in a tough town to play in, and I’m proud of that,” said Pat Burrell, the longest-tenured Phillie, whose leadoff double in the seventh started the winning rally. “I’m proud to say I play here. I don’t think anybody in here understands the way the city and the people think more than I do. To be able to hand this over to them is as good as it gets.”One big old, hooray!
8:08pm
I don't know how I feel about this Barack Obama infomercial thing.
I'm actually thinking I'm against it....
I think (know) I've mentioned
before
but I'm a bit of a
Anglophile.
So reading about
this scandal
made me
well,
think....damn,
they don't have that
first amendment
over there.
Hate to be the boarish
American,
but,
jeez, stop being such prudes.
still crazy at work
(fuck! it's only tuesday)
so, here are some links:
since work is
eating my soul
and
making me question life in general
post will be
- sad
and
- infrequent
and keep thinking of
things to write about
but
i just forget them
and space out.
sigh.
Still down
blue
but
Inky helps.
Anywho,
it's stories like this
and that maple syrup smell
(which is gross, I hate maple syrup - viva la buttermilk smell!)
that make me smitten with
the
randomness of this city.
Right now I'm
not depressed but
melancholy
like this city at night
will swallow me
whole.
I guess I had too much
time to think
in the cab home
(seriously, from 76th and Riverside Drive you should not have to go through the Lincoln Center, Times Square, Herald Square & Bleecker Street - you sir, cabbie, I hate you)
Dude,
I don't even know where
I've been
for the last week.
(wanders off in a nightgown)
The first ad was stupid
but i find this just
non-sequitur
(a running theme in my life recently)
to work and be amusing.
Also,
I was on the train
and the only people in my car
were morbidly obese
(like taking up 3 seats)
and people picking their
noses.
I wish I was
exaggerating.
no.
no.
no.
Seriously?
Who thought this was good idea?
Hey, Bob, let's destroy the world today!
Okay Jim!
And this is why God hates us.
I took advanced biology instead of physics in high school and I'm still slightly confused about this and what it really means. It just seems like a multi-billion dollar waste of time.
I am a piece of
political shit
(down Andre Serranos! down!).
it's tuesday
and i didn't vote.
I am such a schlub.
I went for a walk Sunday (a great walk!)
and was
bombarded
by flyers and such
but Paul Newell was the only one
I came across
who was actually standing there
shaking hands,
explaining policies
and generally being a nice guy
(although, in an awful suit! maybe his new job will pay him more).
I wanted to vote for you Paul!
But I thought,
hey, i'll vote after work.
Did I?
No, I left work at 6, went to a 6:30 lecture,
got out late
(apparently I have no sense of time today)
and farted around with some people from school
until I got home too late!
I'm so sorry Paul!
*cries*
PAAAAUUUULLLLLLLL
i thought today would be
awesome
or
different,
but it wasn't!
Why?
When I walked outside this morning,
there was
Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie
filming
(as y'all know)
Flight of the Conchords
one of the funniest shows....
ever!
I couldn't stop and watch,
I was late for work.
I should have said,
"Fuck, this is going to be a shit day at work, I'm gonna go be friends with some New Zealanders"
(and they have been
everywhere in my
neighborhood
everywhere!)
but I went to work.
It sucked.
Damnit!
....The scene from my mail box yesterday (Friday, the 5th)
Apparently, if you had
no idea
and lived in the 64th congressional district,
Sheldon "Shelly" Silver is (oddly) facing
opposition
for his seat as assemblymen.
He is also the Speaker of the Assembly in Albany.
I don't really
know
what he's done for the area
lately.
Again, I don't know if this is talked about as much in the rest of the world but the number one topic conversation from Friday, through the weekend and into today is VPILF. The fact that everyone is calling her VPILF just shows the complete lack of respect she is receiving from the country. On that note....
RE: VP Pick
Dear John McCain,
Thanks! (you fucking hypocrite)
Love (Love, love, LOVE),
The Democrats
PS: Nancy and Howard say hi but you'll see them all over the place soon anyway.
The person who thought of the Queens
house numbering system,
is the same person who thought of the
B&H Photo system.
Neither makes much sense.
Filed under:
things I do not understand.
WYNC was having a
one day
pledge drive
on Tuesday.
A foundation promised
to double (or something like that)
every dollar people donated.
Now,
why doesn't the foundation
(with it's probably
super rich
trustees)
just give twice as much?
Why ask average people
(although, yeah, the WNYC listener is
probably
a little better off than
most people)
to donate,
especially during a recession
when you damn well have the money in the
first place?
I do no understand this.
Please explain why
I
a listener
has to give money I don't have.
......I'm waiting.
POLITICO:
(1)
Oh boy!
Oh boy!
I hope John McCain picks Tom Ridge
for his running mate.
Total disaster.
He's going for the PA vote,
but people in PA hate Ridge now.
He suggested suffocating ourselves in our
own homes
to protect us from terror.
And he's rainbow-tastic!
Genius!(2)
"I could be your human lollipop"
He could,
just
look
at
him.