the tuesday is indeed fat.
because i'm feeling quite disjuncted (i blame the boston creme donut), let's play some word association...
password by
the black spoons, not to be confused with
the black keys or
blackalicious (
powers) or
black mountain (
heart of snow) who are oddly on the same label as
pink mountaintops (
rock n roll fantasy) but not
tiger mountain (
shouldn't be long) or really
tiger bear wolf (
input output) or
wolf parade (
shine a light) for that matter, and oh wait, there's more:
sea wolf (
black dirt) and
british sea power (
north hanging rock) and last but certainly not least,
in the aeroplane over the sea luciously covered by
matt pond pa... whew!
and now back to my regularly schedule program of shame.
sorry judes
i tried. i really did. i think my brain is on hiatus.
maybe in an hour.
i want to be
hereand not
hereseriously.
hotter than my oatmeal
the cute intern just smiled at me and said "good morning." and then i melted.
the rain in spain
falls mainly when it's 60 degrees one day and then 13 the very same night. i don't know what's going on but i wouldn't be surprised if it starts snowing in june.
you know what's a fun game? the apocalypse.
ew ew and a little more ew
[birthday suit bear] quite possible the most disgusting toy. ever.
courtesy of your psychotic granola friends at
vermont teddy bear.
vday
for the judes:
i love you because
your farts smell just like flowers
seriously, they do
for my bro:
i love you because
i have to, but i guess you've
kinda grown on me
for everyone else:
i love you all too
you're right on par with bacon
well aren't you lucky
and for my last trick, i will be eating orca levels of chocolate today. commiseration anyone?
pardon me
oh how i love the morning commute. ok so i don't love love it, but i do love seeing people who so generously provide amusement for my spiteful and discriminating mind. today's victim: oblivious girl -- tall-ish, brunette-ish, business suit-ish... and uggs. and if that weren't vomit worthy alone, her stellar performance of "working woman eating breakfast while walking to work" was beautifully accentuated by the large croissant crumb/flake/piece hanging from the side of her mouth. classic.
clippers may be ships
but the knicks are going down.
average everyday sane psycho supergoddess
you know that great feeling that you get when you take the blame for something even if it's not remotely your fault but you take it anyway just to shut the other person up?
what?
it's not a great feeling?
oh yeah, you're right. it totally sucks.
red velvet
from what my feeble memory recalls, i may have posted about my passion for red velvet cake already. please forgive my partial stupidity, i'm currently taking a gmat class that's causing me only to think in terms of data sufficiency and sentence correction. anyway, the other day the judes gave me a slice of red velvet cake from amy's bread and it was the best red velvet slice i've ever had. honestly, hands down, the best. if you're in chelsea/hell's kitch/west vill, go out right now and get yourself a slice. it's sick. like a backside 1080. like a 3 carat diamond ring. like a fendi b bag in white and blue. like me after eating a superbowl of chili.
so get it now. before i go into a new/terrible rendition of alannah myles.
i've been a bad bad girl
i've been careless with a delicate blog. and it's a sad sad world. when i have to plagarize fiona apple to make a stupid non-point...
haven't been posting because i've been busy busy at work. but making up for it with fun fun on the weekends. after playing drinking cards at jess's house, purposefully went to j-tree (the lack of vehement objection on my part was partly due to the otherwise lack of sobriety) and then walked the 3 miles home (in heels) only to steal my neighbors wall street journal on the way back to my apartment. woke up in a pile of articles, remembering something about leggings being a fall 2006 trend. ew. so then saturday the judes hosted a totally rockin pizza and boardgames party... always a fab time with judes and munchie in the barrio. sunday morning (nina was over from philly) brunched at barmarche, did a little window shopping, and met up with brenna for a cupcake. then went back up to spaha for the superbowl of chili. and i think there was something about football. so put 50 cents down on the steelers and won! but in fact i lost... that superbowl of chili gave me some weird dreams all night. and that's after not being able to fall asleep for hours because my stomach kept talking to me. and yet again, ew.
moral of the story: i'm alive.
because i know you were wondering.
