The iPod Toting Beggar/Bum/DJ

So I was walking to the L train in the 14th Street station yesterday after work and because I had left my own little iPod shuffle at the boy's house, I wasn't drowning out obnoxious subway station sounds with awesome tunes by The Detroit Cobras (who i'm totally digging right now). Anyway, I heard this great music (though I don't know what it was...jazz perhaps, old-timey shit?) and I looked to my left to find some old dude who appeared to be homeless, sitting on a chair with an iPod in his hand that was attached to a large external speaker. Not neccessarily an odd sight in NYC, maybe he was just trying to make people have a better day by playing some good music aloud in the station (and anything is better than the asshole who wanders around playing the fucking bagpipes) but the fact that he had a guitar case (or a hat, i can't remember) open and people had actually PUT MONEY IN IT!?!?!!?! I mean, jesus...an iPod-carrying bum/dj asking for charity. Something's so not right with that.

Gluttony rules.

Spending Thanksgiving in upstate NY with the boy and his family--touring the wine country, thrifting, and eating and drinking lots--was great despite the shitty train ride back home to the city. I will never piss in a train toilet again. In other news, still looking for a fulltime gig!

Well, that's it. I'm done.

I'm done. After all the fucking ass-kissing and interviewing and meetings with HR and reference-giving I've done with this fucking company, I just got a phone call saying that I was one of the two finalists for the position (that i desperately wanted) here at one of the mags and they went with another person. Yeah, I'm gonna cry. Seriously. What sucks more is that they said it was the toughest decision they had to make in a long time, and that when I asked why they went with the other girl, they couldn't even tell me why. Complete utter bullshit. I blame it on the fact that I waited 2 days to write a thank you email after the interview.

1) I'm a dumbass.

2) If I don't get a job this week, I'm going into PR. Seriously.

Kind of like how celebrity deaths always happen in threes

Apparently so does my poor luck. As you all know, I lost my wallet on Halloween, and thus my beloved ATM card, and without it my life has been a living hell and a series of trips (and waiting in dreadfully long lines) at the bank during my lunch break at least 2 times a week--once to deposit my weekly paycheck and withdraw an amount of cash I feel will be sufficient enough to last through the week and then another trip on Friday, when I succomb to the realization that my need (and the cost) for my weekend bender is far greater than the measly 20 bucks in my pocket. Anyway, I still haven't received a replacement, and I just discovered it's because the bank sent it to my old Astoria address. Fuck. So here's to another week of waiting....On top of that nonsense is the fact that somehow, somewhere probably during my most recent weekend bender, the LCD screen on my digital camera was busted. This would normally be a nonissue for someone smart enough to purchase a camera that also has a viewfinder plus an LCD screen, but I'm obviously not that smart so I'm stuck shooting my pics blindly hoping that my aim is good enough to as not cut off the heads of my friends while I photograph them...then be surprised (just like old times!) by what I discover when I upload the pics to my comptuer....kind of makes it fun that way, but I highly doubt with a full night of consumption that I will be left with anything but the images of my equally wasted friends' chests and legs. And to top it all off, I finally broke down a few weeks ago and spent $75 on a 30 day metrocard (the weekly purchase was just getting too annoying), but apparently it fell out of my back pocket at some point during the weekend (most likely whilst I was hovering over a nasty bar toilet seat). I should've known. I really can't keep track of just ONE metrocard worth that much $$. Guess I'll have to go back to the 7 day pass.

I'm tired and don't feel like posting but...

I saw this guy on the street Saturday, but that's not much of a surprise. I still heart Whiskeytown.

Elizabeth Fugly

My pathetic C-list celeb sightings continue. Last night I saw this fugly mug at a Kidrobot charity event.



What happened to you Spano?! Oh right, now I remember, you did this in that shitty (and amusing) stripper flick.

I heart pumpkin pie and zombie movies

They're a suprisingly great combo--and I've consumed/watched far too much/many in the last couple of weeks. Also, I'm currently in love with The Shout Out Louds and a few tracks from the new My Morning Jacket album. Random, I know. God, this blog is lame.

Well, it was bound to happen...

Most of you who know me are well aware that I'm extremely forgetful and I tend to lose (in most cases temporary) random, but fairly important shit : cell phone, keys, whatever...And on a typical week, I'll leave the apartment for work, lock it up, run downstairs, realize I've forgotten something or misplaced it, and have to run back up and search for it. This is just how I roll, always have, always will, don't really know why (except for the loss of too many braincells due to smoking too much pot and drinking too much booze--which also makes me extremely forgetful). Last time I lost my cell phone I had only had it a week and then my drunken ass got into a cab, pulled it out for a drunk dial, and apparently put it on the seat and forgot about it. After searching the ground near the locations where the cabbie picked us up and dropped us off, I still didn't find it but was determined because, well, cell phones are fucking expensive. Anyway, I was so pissed that I actually went to the skeevy lost and found dept of the damn cab company! I was shocked when I actually found it too. So it wasn't much of a surprise that I lost my mini-wallet (and my ID, and my debit card) at a bar last night after the Halloween parade festivities. Just another goner..