May 2009
79 posts
Dear Upper East Side: I hate you. Srsly, WTF am I doing here?
Word of warning. There is a weird upper-respiratory thing going around NYC, and I have caughtched it.
Confessions of an Introverted Traveler - Features... →
Could not be happier to be staring Friday night in the face.
That two-thousand-and-late song is stalking me.
Are you there, Twitter? It’s me, Margaret.
Amazing dinner at Gramercy Tavern! Stating the obvious, I know. But it was my first trip.
Male performance enhancement, Hairclub for men. I get it, Fox Soccer Channel. But I don’t like it.
He’s practical. Tactical. And his complexion is flawless. I think David Moyes wears sunscreen.
It might be time for me to go on a Jappatical.
Dear everyone, I should have been home hours ago.
“as it gets easier and easier for me to find web sites about the endless things...”
– Ultrasparky: Crap Rotation
Dear Montreal: I’m trying not to like you too much. Because I know how cold it gets here. But, damn, girl.
My intention is for Montreal to inspire my face off. World, brace yourself for some wacky Sharpie doodles with French subtitles.
“What’s next, Dov? Crotchless bodysuits?”
– American Apparel Debuts Backless Tights (NSFW, Obviously) — The Cut: New York Magazine’s Fashion Blog
Nothing slaps you in the face with the cold hard reality of your field like an awards dinner. Scratch that, buffet.
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Who I plan to be, in my next life.
The world is so, so much better since I discovered Torry Holt on Twitter.
I’ll be the one dressed like Joan from Mad Men. You’ll be the one sitting on the couch wondering when I’ll be back from the PR award dinner.
Until then, keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars.
“Angels and Demons” is a movie about a hot Israeli actress named Ayelet Zurer and...”
– Flicked Off: ‘Angels and Demons’ | The Awl
Presented without comment: obesity a major factor in severe swine flu cases. http://bit.ly/eHtum
Connected with frenemy The Otter Lady on LinkedIn. I initiated. Let the games begin.
I could get used to this whole private instructor thing.
There has been a lot of talk of Thunder Road. But no action. #smartfest
En route! My goal is to turn this into Dance Party USA.
She draws otters with colored pencils. And yet I let her laughable negativity get to me. Nancy, I’m going to pray for you.
“Sorry, Mr. Sagan. You have great astrophysics experience, but we’re looking for someone who has a broader skillset to be VP of Universe.”
“It’s obvious you are passionate about what you do, Mr. Woods, but we’re looking for a broader skillset for our VP of Golfing Strategies.”
Two versions of the same tweet. Actually quite a satisfying exercise.
But in my mind, I’ll still be drinking Franzia and eating squirt cheese & Triscuits on a screened porch somewhere.
In other news, I will be attending a class of the Pilates variety this evening. My next stop on the $ellout Xpress. Choo choo!
First cable box reboot segways nicely into second cable box reboot. 2 for 1! Thanks, Time Warner!
It bears repeating: the KHESLC student loan online payment system is a textbook example of bad IA. Like they don’t want you to pay on time.
Like it was designed by folks who had never paid online for anything before embarking on this project. Not to mention the clip art.
Wearing a seersucker jacket and feeling mighty fucking good about it.
Someone actually used the line, “I grew up in a little town on the bayous of Louisiana,” TO ME! Universe, why do you have to be so awesome?
Conflicted. Don’t know what I want. This is my resting state.
AT&T, you’re going to pay for this.
Brooklyn’s most infuriating blogger prefers dilapidated crack holes to new development. Shocker, I know. http://bit.ly/12l18I
Dear middle aged man driving a yellow Lotus convertible around Brooklyn with the guitar rock cranked up: really?
