I know, I know...

I haven't blogged in a week. I'm blaming it on myspace.com. I'm kind of addicted.

I Think I Might Die...

Fucking Sparks.

Thank God...

It's Friday. The big job interview went great and now I have to write a 300 word mock article (copy test) for them by Monday...I haven't even started. Eek. Looks like i'll be working the day before deadline as ususal to get this thing done. Pressure. Big time. Anyway, in the meantime, the place I'm currently temping at has sort of offered to keep me on as a freelancer until I find something or land this new gig (which is in the same company). At least I'm sort of employed still! Tonight I head to the Yankees final home game with the new boy then we're going out....drinking of course.

Something about that just doesn't seem right...

Friday night I was waiting for a friend at Union Square and this woman with her daughter walks up to me and asks me for the time. Then she said thanks and asked if I'd ever had a psychic reading. Ummm. Didn't you just ask me for the time? Anyway, she said she sensed I had a very positive aura and said she could tell that things in my love life were picking up and going to be great..and I quote: " Don't worry. Sometimes you feel like you give too much and don't get any in return, but just relax. Things are about to change for you, and it will be amazing." Huhm...interesting. Then she told me for $5 I could learn more. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Oh my god...is that a She-Male?

So, my birthday was spectacular. The boy gave me a ticket to some fest at Coney Island to see Built to Spill, Gang of Four, and The Pixies (sweet). And the Ropa Vieja at Cuba on Thompson Street rocked my world...so did the burlesque show at The Slipper Room. Hilarious. Kitschy. And drunken. And yes, there was a she-male.

Oh, The OC...

How I love thee and your obvious plot lines, ridiculous characters (LOVE LOVE LOVE the new school "counselor" or whatever he's called. What a trip!), and your witty dialogue. Still, I must say that I'm bummed this season has not given me moreBrody. But can't wait until Ryan and Marissa do the dirty next week...I've said it once and I'll say it again--They so baaad! First they get kicked outta school, then they crash an all-school carnival, now they're gonna have sex! If only they wore leather jackets and broke out into song--it's soo Sandra Dee and Danny! There might even be a big drag racing scene! Though I doubt the season will end with them waving goodbye and hopping into a revamped flying Roadster....

All it takes is one CMJ event...

to make me realize that I hate hipsters now more than I did in college...yes, I might have the occasional desire to sleep with a drunken, greasy guitar player....but in truth, NY hipporati is just a bunch of fey boys who try to hide the fact that they're all really gay and who latch onto generally ugly girls (I swear to god if I see another belt--I call them "warrior belts..or WWF champion belts--wrapped OVER a t-shirt/top, I'm gonna fucking go insane and don't EVEN get me started on those god awful plastic big bead necklaces aka "anal bead necklaces"). There, I said it. Call me superficial, I don't give a fuck.

Yes, yes..it's been a few days

Since my last post, mostly because it was an insane weekend. Clare and the boys came into town and we had a wonderful time livin' it up touristy-style in Lee's phat panoramic-view penthouse in Times Square. Then I finally got the fuck outta Queens on Saturday and now I'm an official Brooklynite with a very very cute apartment, two very, very cute roommates and a smidgen of a rooftop view of the city. Nice. Plus, there's this boy....distractions, distractions.

Ridiculously Obvious Thoughts on the OC: Episode 1 Season 3

1) Love the fact that Coop and Summer are sunbathing and discussing how "bad" they feel that Trey is in a coma in the first scene and how shitty that it had to happen during their senior year. HAHA!
2) Kristen is SOOO going to have a lesbian affair with the new blond while she's in rehab
3) I'm still in love with Adam Brody
4) What's with the poorly placed braid across your brow Mischa?!?!!?
5) Thank GOD Russell Crowe, err, Ryan got rid of his Alabama hair
6) Harf. Did anyone else notice that the name of the sail boat was "Slow Dance"? I feel like that was the name of a Garth Brooks song or something
7) Nothing like a sunny, half-naked day smooching and barbecuing on the beach to make ME forget about attempted murder!
8) Best innuendo quote ever: Summer--"Thanks for almost getting my bathing suit wet, Cohen!" Seth--"My pleasure!" Ick.
9) I still love Sandy's brows
10) Where is Adam Brody and why isn't he in more scenes?

Where ever you are

Get thee to a television right now, grab a brewskie (or a bottle of wine like me), tune into FOX, and watch the season premiere of The OC--for the love of GOD, do it! Mischa still needs to eat a fucking burger...

Has Anyone Seen my Liver?

The long weekend has passed and the crazy Bama gals have long since departed this fair city. It was a fabulous reunion full of drunken chaos in the LES. Too many pubs and too many pints to remember the details but the pictures speak for themselves (I will not, however, be posting them for mass consumption). Friday night, met the rest of the NY crew at a bar whose name I can't recall...then spent Saturday nursing hangovers and hanging out at the street fests in Little Italy and Chinatown. Saturday night found us at Wogies where we drank, ate cheesesteaks (still not as good as Pat's in Philly, though) and caught up. Sunday we hopped on the Staten Island Fairy then headed over to the beloved and extremely crowded beer garden in Astoria where I got served by too many pitchers of Pilsner. Ahh, just like the good ol days in the 'Ham. Thanks for a great weekend my bitches! Now in the words of my dear friend Clare: "lather, rinse, repeat!"---she and the boys are headed here tomorrow for another weekend reunion!

What does it mean when...

Your ex-boyfriend from Bama calls you randomly and asks you to destroy (literally, like he wants me to burn it) one particular picture that you have of him that you took at least 2 years ago when he was not-so-skinny? Other than the fact that he's got some major self-image issues (which he does, and always will)..it probably means that he's back to blowing so many rails he's Lohan thin and is freaking out over the fact that he used to be a bigger guy. He made me PROMISE to do it. What a freak. In fact, I'm still determined that he's slightly schizo.

To Ponder...

Since today marks the beginning of the holiday weekend, well, technically it was yesterday if you work in my office...but the crazy-ass girls will be arriving this evening and I have no doubt that a 3-day binge drinking fest will quickly ensue therefore not allowing me much time to blog. So, I leave you with this (my latest gripe) dear D-Spoteurs...Why do NY straphangers who wait on the subway platform always, ALWAYS feel the need to strain their necks to peek around the the tracks/tunnel to see if the train is near, er "coming round the bend"....this ridiculous act is not going to make the damn thing come any faster!

The Trouble With Online Dating Parts III, IV, and V

1) dudes lie about their age, which doesn't neccessarily bother me, except for all those wrinkles.
2) you get random text messages from previous dates who ask you if you have a decent pot connection.
3) you watch yourself become totally (and unexpectedly) smitten with a boy who effortlessly quotes The Office, digs Charlie Parker AND Deep Purple, can drive a backhoe, is equally obsessed with reality television as you are, goes garage-saling with his momma, and has the One-Eyed Willie skull and crossbones from The Goonies tattooed on his arm.