Thursday, August 31, 2006
I Love Playing Hooky!

Snuck out of work early today for a long-delayed catch-up session with some former colleagues. Enjoyed a relaxing lunch at Danal in the East Village and while everyone else headed back to their respective workplaces I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. Or rather, trying to shop. As I wandered around Filenes Basement, I wondered who are these clothes supposed to fit? Certainely not me. Or anyone with a not-quite-as-flat-as-it-used-to-be-stomach. Trying not to get too depressed I headed over to Barnes & Noble and treated myself to the new Lolly Winston book "Happiness Sold Separately," which, judging from the first 25 pages is just a good as her first one, "Good Grief." And now I'm waiting on the BGF & her kids to go have dinner.
Plus the Yanks won, taking 2 of out 3 from the Tigers. All in all, a pretty good day.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Damn The Torpedos

was a great year for music. Just look at some of the albums that were released that year:

Parallel Lines,Blondie
Armed Forces, Elvis Costello
Van Halen II, Van Halen
The Wall, Pink Floyd
The Kids Are Alright, The Who
Long Run, The Eagles

As great as those albums are, there is one that still blows me away to this very day: Damn The Torpedos by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers.

Refugee? Even The Losers? Does it get any better than that? OK, Louisiana Rain kinda sucked but still....any album that has this song on it has to be considered one of THE BEST EVER.

Here Comes My Girl
You know , sometimes, I don't know why,
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus

But when she puts her arms around me,
I can, somehow, rise above it
Yeah man, when I got that little girl standing right by my side,
You know, I can tell the whole wide world, shove it,

Hey, here comes my girl, here comes my girl,
Yeah, she looks so right, she's all I need tonight

Every now and then, I get down to the end of a day,
I'll have to stop, ask myself, what've I done?
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard,
And nothin ever really seem to come from it

And then she looks me in the eye, says, we gonna last forever,
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin change our minds about it

Hey, here comes my girl, here comes my girl,
Yeah, she looks so right, she's all I need tonight

Yeah, every time it seems like there ain't nothin left no more,
I find myself havin' to reach out and grab hold of somethin'
Yeah, I just catch myself wonderin', waitin', worryin'
About some silly little things that dont add up to nothin'

And then she looks me in the eye, says, we gonna last forever,
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin change our minds about it.

Hey, here comes my girl, here comes my girl,
Yeah, she looks so right, she's all I need tonight

Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Notes From My Day

Dear Chinese Food Delivery Guy:
I really appreciate you coming to my office in the pouring rain to deliver my delicious chicken & string beans today. Totally sorry I messed up and under-tipped you. I'll get you next time.

Dear Woman in the Blue Car with the California License Plate:
Thank you for not hitting me when you blew that red light in your hurry to procur that parking spot. I hope your car gets towed you bitch.

Dear Guy in my Office Who Thinks That Web Sites are E Mail Addresses:
And you wonder why you'll be out of a job in six weeks.

Dear People in the New Accouting Office of TCTPMS:
Would it kill you to return my calls?

Dear David Ortiz:
I hope you feel better soon (*coughnotreallycoughcough*)

Sunday, August 27, 2006
In The Heat of the Moment

I cheated on my boyfriend with one of his best friends. Bad enough to cheat but to breach the sancity of the best friend circle? Double shame on me. I loved hanging out with Bren's friends, and they accepted and embraced me as one of their own so when I betrayed him I also betrayed them.

I read in the paper today that the "supergroup" ASIA has reunited. And that brought back a flood of (not so good memories) of that time. One night, the whole group of us, along with my friend Kat had gone to see ASIA down at the Palladium on 14th Street. Before I tell you the rest of the story, keep in mind:

a. my history of running away (even though this was 4 years later and I was 18 now)
b. i was fooling around with my boyfriends friend
c. Kat & I had done a hit of mesc

Maybe because of the drugs, maybe because of lust, I had the bright idea to slip Dick a note telling him to come back after everyone had been dropped off. So I pretended to go upstairs but really waited for Dick to come back for me. We then went to his house and screwed our brains out. Come morning Dick & I head back to my house, figuring my parents had left for work and we'd continue our tryst. What I didn't count on was my parents were still because I didn't come home the night before and had assumed I'd run away again. Luckily I had rang the intercom before going upstairs, to make sure the coast was clear so we didn't get busted head on. But I still had to deal wtih my parents. My parents who called my friends asking had they seen me. Poor Kat. How confused was she? Here she had seen me get out of the car, supposedly go upstairs and now my parents were saying I hadn't come home. And then there was the matter of Brendan. Who also had seen me supposedly go upstairs. Well, due to some fast-talking on my part I managed to get my parents calmed down and to convince my boyfriend that I had spent the night at another friends house and totally play it off like it was no big deal.

He's since forgave me but I've always felt so bad about the cheating and lying. It wasn't the first or last time I did that to him but that one night left an especially bad taste in my mouth. And since that night whenever I hear ASIA I cringe from the memory.

Saturday, August 26, 2006
MSCL By the Numbers

# of times today I have tripped over the cat & smashed my foot into the wall: 2
# of days until S4 of The Wire: 15
# of calls I received today that were wrong numbers: 3
# of games won by the Yankees since the 5-game sweep of Boston: 1
# of showers I have taken today: none
# of Chips Ahoy cookies I have eaten since getting up this morning: approx. 20
# of times I have wanted to call/email B. this week: bazillion
# of times I have actually called/emailed B. this week: zero

Thursday, August 24, 2006
Circa 1986

Did I think I was hot stuff or what?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Boob Job

Let's talk about boobs. My boobs. Your boobs. The fascination with big boobs.

My chest size is average and I never really thought about it one way or another. They are what they are. So it's hard for me to understand the desire to have (unnaturally) big boobs. What is it about boobs that would make you want to voluntarily go through surgery, the risk, the time, the expense just to have big boobs? Can someone explain it to me?

Monday, August 21, 2006
Today I Consider Myself The Luckiest...

Where to begin?

Finally have all my computer issues resolved at work. I can now be a productive member of society again.

Yanks sweep 5 game series with the Red Sox. Nothing's over til it's over of course but to sweep this series? Was fucking HUGE.

Last night had the pleasure of witnessing my two of my favorite-est singer/songwriters on the same stage: Jackson Browne & Rosanne Cash. Holy fucking cow, I think I had an orgasm when they were singing together. Could have done without the Orleans reunion but all in amazing time. Steve Earle and Nanci Griffith weren't too shabby either. And, it took me 21 minutes to get home. From midtown.

Finished watching S3 of "The Wire". Seriously, if you're a fan of intelligent drama, this is the show to watch. S4 begins in a few weeks and I said screw it and ordered HBO so I can watch it. It's worth the $12 a month peoples, that's how much I love this show.

Saturday, August 19, 2006
So Much Baseball, So Little Time

Forget the rivalry, forget the box score, forget the standings. Let's talk about Jason Giambi's porn mustache. What is up with THAT?

Thursday, August 17, 2006
Fun Fact Courtesy of Snapple

Did you know the Hawaiian alphabet only has 12 letters?

BIG changes afoot @work -- not sure how this all plays out for moi. In the meantime, they still can't get my %$#!!* computer hooked up to the server or printer. Nice. Not like I'm on deadline or anything. Assholes.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Therefore, I Hate My Job

Let's do a little math here to illustrate the past week of work:

my boss has a new boss therefore is freaking out
my boss has an assistant who is both stupid and lazy therefore I got a ton of work dumped on me
c. my computer died therefore I had no place in which to do the the 45 million reports I had to produce


Monday, August 14, 2006

work is killing me.
have no brain cells left.
send help now.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Wednesday, August 09, 2006
627,000 Photos of Flowers, Glass & Other Botanical Things

Monday, August 07, 2006
Ladies Who Lunch

I'm taking the day off tomorrow to spend some quality time with my sister & niece. We are going to enjoy the visual beauty of this and partake in the yummy deliciousness of this. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, as we never seem to do fun shit anymore. Plus, I haven't been to the Botanical Garden in about a trazillion years so it should be really nice.

Sunday, August 06, 2006
*thwack!* whomp!* bang!* bang!*

that sound you hear? is me banging my head against the wall.

which means you know I saw B.

who did a really nice thing for me.

i had an cassette tape (yes, I'm old. I have cassette tapes! and vinyl albums!)
of an un-released material from one of my favorites and he converted it to digital for me. which i've been listening to non-stop all weekend.

*thwack!* whomp!* bang!* bang!*

Friday, August 04, 2006
Because I Haven't Posted About Poop Enough This Week

Motherfucker! I've had the crappiest morning and I mean that in the most literal sense. And there's nothing more fun than being at work and having to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes. Luckily our ladies room is usually empty so at least privacy is not much of an issue. The colonoscopy revealed that while some of my colon has healed there are still parts of it that are still highly imflammed. The plan is 2 more weeks on the predinisone (yes, I'm still on it!) and then I'm being switched over to some other drug which I can't remember the name of right now. Something that's more geared to taking long term. The shit has got to stop. It's so taking it's toll on me -- mentally as well as physically. And sometimes the anxiety and mental anguish is worse than the physical.

In totally unrelated news, the BF met me for drinks last night. I was very
proud of her for not being a wimp -- she actually came out and went home by herself. And we had a good time, even though I was a little disappointed in the bar. Went there specifically because I've had a great drink from there before but it wasn't on the menu yesterday and they didn't have the ingredients. That kinda sucked but we took solace in their Cosmos which were right on! It was great to spend time with just her -- no husband, no kids, no other people. We plan on doing it again before her kids come back.

Last night not-withstanding, this has been one long extremely hot and uncomfortable totally-sucks-to-be-me week which thankfully is almost over.

Thursday, August 03, 2006
SOS (Summer of Suck)

I've been referring to this summer as the "summer of suck". I have no plans for travel, no prospects for a relationship/getting laid, and pretty much broke. Not to mention the whole still-pooping-like-crazy thing. And the overbearing heat. So when MM told me that Jackson Browne, Rosanne Cash, Steve Earle & Nanci Griffith were performing at Town Hall next week I was all over that shit. Something fun to do! Turns out it's a benefit concert for John Hall (formerly of Orleans). Really? I don't care if it's a benefit for Hitler, the chance to see some of my absolute all time favorite artists, together for an acoustic evening (i love acoustic evenings!) is too good for me to miss. In honor of the upcoming event, I present you with one of Rosanne's songs, "List of Burdens" which contains one of the best turns of a phrase ever "bathed in neon, needing no one."

I'm coming home today, to hear the trucks roar,
And lock my front door, and stare into your face.
Coming home today, to sleep in my bed,
And clear round my head and wander round this place.

So don't put my love on your list of burdens,
When I'm bringing it home to you.
Don't put my love on your list of burdens,
'Cause I'm bringing it home to you.

I walked around this world, bathed in neon,
And needing no one, empty and disturbed.
You ran around this world. It nearly killed me,
But you can fill me till I cry like a little girl.

So don't put my love on your list of burdens,
When I'm bringing it home to you.
Don't put my love on your list of burdens,
'Cause I'm bringing it home to you.

If I can just get there,
Lay the whole damn world at your feet.
I'd do anything to please you baby,
To save yourself for me.

So don't put my love on your list of burdens,
When I'm bringing it home to you.
Don't put my love on your list of burdens,
'Cause I'm bringing it home to you.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Unfortunately that only describes the weather, not my body.

I survived the night of not-pooping-when-I-should-be-pooping and not-sleeping-for-fear I-would-poop-in-my-sleep. After being awake most of the night and freaking out about lack of poop it all turned out OK in the end and now I just want to put it all behind me. HA. Am so fucking funny for someone who's deodorant is failing her.

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