.she can't turn out.

The trailer for Spike Jonze's
Where the Wild Things Are
is now up (see here).

Super excitement.
So much that
October is
too
far
away.

Much unlike the
trailer
for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.
Fail.

.she's uptight.

The story that made me (almost) cry at work.

.poor mary.

Today's the day.
MTA "doomsday".
$108 for a monthly pass
25% increase in all fares.
(and I heard) even for the student passes
on express buses.

Great.

Because Mr. Bloomberg -
Nothing says I
care
about my self-appointed position as
head of city schools
like closing several Brooklyn schools
and hiking up fares for
students.

And you're "blessing" us with
the idea
of another term?

Gee, thanks.

(see previous rant)

.to be solved.

Was everyone in New York
stoned
this weekend?
Seriously.
Greenpoint, you have
a stoner problem.
It's freaking me out.

.she's got problems.

Can Albany draft up
a plan
to ban
fat idiots moving
slowly through
the one turnstile
as the
train comes in?

I'm deadly fucking serious.

(or, alternative option that an intern at work suggested is that all the fat people go into another car as to not hog seats from the rest of us - yeah it was offensive and sorta true. And I'm not talking about like normal overweight I'm talking about triple digital waist size)

.revolve.

I had to deal with Michael Steele when he was still in Maryland. This ad played constantly during the campaign which made me want to pull out my hair. And lucky, lucky me he's back in the spotlight trying to be cool (note the super cool music in the background) and I get to hear him making stupid comments all over again.

He's such a wonky boob.

.and times.

Do I
want
to know what that
clear
smooshy bag on the subway
platform is?

No,
I do not.

.her treats.

Question:
Can a male Orthodox Jew shake hands with a drag queen?

This question popped in my head the other day on the train. When I stepped off the train, with a Hasidic man who was riding with me, to let the passengers out, he stole my standing spot and I was really irked. Like, that was my spot. It had perfect lean-age availability and the perfect place for me to continue to read my book. Actually, the only standing spot where you could read a book. But no, you took it and you knew I was going to go back on the train. So then I thought about forcabily shaking his hand or rubbing my ass on him or something really sacreligious like that.

Stupid rude chamoole with his cheap yarmulke.
A choleryeh ahf dir!
See how cranky I get in the morning without my coffee?
Now that's blasphomhy.

.trick.

I just wanted to share this with you all.

.she's turned another.

It's now cheaper to live in
London
than New York.

I can get a 2br in
Notting Hill
for $1,600 a month.

Buy 1/2 gallon of milk for
£.83
($1.14)

Screw this.
Screw you Bloomberg.
I blame you......
for everything.
I missed the train!
All your fault
Bloomberg!
My heel broke!
Stupid Bloomberg.

Aren't things suppose to be
cheaper
in a recession?
(you know what smart asses, don't response, I know what you're going to say but for argumentative purposes, let me have my fun)

.her lick.

Oh my!
I was actually stopped
at West 4th Street
by the police for a
"random bag check"
(which means them wiping your bag with a piece of paper and putting it in a machine - how that works? haven't the slightest)
only minutes after thinking
gosh,
I must never look
suspicious enough;
just too damn white.

.dear Ingrid's found.

I was taking a
survey
online
(why?
I have no idea)
and it was asking about
vacations
and I realized that I haven't had a
real vacation
(like a hotel
pool
flight or subsequent travel
and not for just a
weekend)
in years.

Sigh.

That was the saddest thing
ever.

Where to go?
With what money?

.in someone's past.

New York needs happy clouds like in London.
That would fill the hole in my heart......ish

(from Richard Parmiter Flickr)

.her future died.

From BBC News about Gordon Brown's address to the Congress this past week:

The repeated standing ovations have to be seen in context. The joint houses are almost as well-drilled as the National Assembly of North Korea in recognising the key moments in a speech.

Ouch! The Congress is nothing more than a set of trained dogs? Well.....


And oh, Rahm, just when I haven't thought about you in a while, you come out with a flash of
genius!
You cad!
You cool, calculating, manipulative genius.
The GOP must have
a bounty on you.
Loves it.

.love's don't last.

I
love
when your body just
rejects you.

But I've been
good
to you.
Exercise and oatmeal.
But no.

Mucus blobs in my throat.
Green goop in my nose.
Scratchy voice.
Skin so dry my hands look like
a cat attacked them
and have been attacking them
for
days.
Throbbing in my head.

And!
And!
The pièce de résistance
Bleeding in my...yeah, yeah.
I know!

And I will always
quote Mr. Garrison
(although I know that the creators of South Park didn't think of it)
when speaking about my period....

"'I'm sorry Wendy, but I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die".

f.u.c.k.

.her perfect.

I know who
I'm
voting for
for mayor....

Reverend Billy!

yesssssssssss