.filled with.

Too lazy to write, so here are two links:
1. No context - here we go.
2. Fun with taxes.

(holiday spirit)

Happy Holidays!
(slacking on the posts to dance like Charlie Brown with my favorite family in the world)

.here's room 115.

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.

.chelsea girls.

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.

(The Tower of Babel by Pieter Brueghel the Elder - wiki him, you totally know his work. Okay maybe not, I forget not everyone has had extensive art history training)

.here they come now.

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)

.see them run now.

Just thought I'd pimp my sister from another mistress' store in NC (seriously, the best place in the world) called Edge of Urge. The owner made this video with their designs and such:


Check out their site!

.here they come now.

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.

.she can uncoil.

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.

.you wonder if.

Dear Mr. Brinton, who lives on Brokeback Lane in Dyke, VA:

You make my life just a little bit brighter.

Love,
Me

.up in foil.

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?

.bridgets all wrapped.

From the New York Times:

Breaking News 12:27 PM ET: It’s Official: U.S. Economy in Recession, Government Says

.make you sick.

My letter to Victoria's Secret as of November 22nd, 2008:

FIRE YOUR RETOUCHER!!

(click the image to see it at full size)
In reguards to the photo on the left: Skinny is popular, obviously, in fashion but it is a general rule of thumb that ribs should not be seen and muscle definition should actually make scene. Also, usually, people shopping through a lingerie catalogue want to see boobs that don't look alien. It just sells the product better.

Seriously, at a company like Victoria's Secret this should not be happening. They have a lot of money and unless they hired a high schooler on a deadline of two days to retouch the entire catalogue, this should not be happening. It is insanely unprofessional and really simple mistakes. Jeez, hire me! I can do this!

.it's enough to.

Oh!
And
god
fucking damnit
if the DMV
didn't spell my
name
wrong!

Two A's
One E.

After awhile, I sometimes forget how my name is actually spelled. This just shows you how often it is misspelled. *cries* It's not that hard.

.five four six.

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.

.here's room.

I am so glad
that I am alive,
that this happened in my lifetime
to see...

THE GREATEST NEW YORK POST COVER, EVER!

(flip record to side 3B)

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)

.and pull up your socks.

(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.

.c’mon honey.

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."

Good idea. Glad you spent all those years in school. Or, the idea presented by my mother, Plan B and abortion!
Sorry, shouldn't be joking. Wait, yes, yes I should. My blog, I can do whatever the hell I want.

.you never can tell.

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.

(in all seriousness)

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.