May 2012
3 posts
Monday morning meetings
No thanks.
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I thought this was a great idea for a blog post yesterday. Just that, nothing else. I forgot to post and it’s irrelevant on Tuesday. I also cannot use it next Monday because… Wait for it…. I quit. I finally did it. The problem is, I’m poor! What the hell am I going to do now??
Blanked out for a minute and just stared. This is...
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I usually title at the end of writing. Today?...
I have nothing more to complain about. The kid has landed a new job. How you like me now? Although, the misery and bitching is what keeps the writing constant, I realize I just complain for the hell of it, along with the entertainment and laughs it brings me. Screw ya’ll. I guess it’s time to laugh at actual, funny things. The self deprecation thing is getting old. I’m growing...
April 2012
4 posts
Sent from my iPhone, please excuse typos and/or...
“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” …That sounds like a horrible idea. Why do people give awful advice like this? Only mean girls and mobwives would partake in such misery. I understand the concept but my thoughts are why do you have enemies at all? You’re not a superhero nor is this medieval times. (Although, I would be intrigued if invited to a jousting...
Just..... No
The girl in front of me is reading “Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang” for what appears to be the first time. I’m eyeballing her and smirking like I know what’s about to happen, laughing when she does… I’m happy for her. God, I’m creepy. Why do i do things like this? I mean, honestly it’s only a passing moment, but weird feelings like this will stick with me...
This is my least favorite blog post.
I’ve been a big grouch these past couple of days. Let’s just call a spade a spade, I’ve been a real bitch. People unintentionally get on my nerves, I instantly judge, snap, bite my tongue, give death stares that can pierce a soul, cry over the fact that my room is a mess, cannot get enough food in me, cry over the fact that I’m so fat, eat again. A pimple arises in the...
March 2012
7 posts
Questionable drama
Do you ever feel like you’re drowning? Like things are just never going to start looking up? Do you ever think that time is elapsing and the world is moving forward while you’re just stuck sinking a little bit more everyday? Like your toes have stepped in quick sand and it starts to reach your ankles, shins, knees, all the way up your legs and through your body until it reaches your...
Rooftop parties
So the weather is eerily beautiful this week, reaching almost 80 degrees in the month of March. Translation: the world is ending. I’ll enjoy the weather and my own extracurricular activities, however, I refuse to remain comfortable at the place that has become the bane of my existence. I’ve hit a wall, and reached a breaking point. Grapes for dinner is no longer acceptable. I like to...
Blog about it
I forgot my headphones on the train so I’m blogging. It’s 9:45pm and I still have the stamp on my hand from last night. This is gross. My weekends are more exhausting than the work week. I think it’s wise I sit the next couple plays out. I went home for the weekend and took a month’s worth of laundry. A WHOLE MONTH. It was necessary two weeks ago, but mandatory this...
People watching on a Friday morning
I’m not exactly sure why but it bothers me when people are smiling for no reason. For instance, just walking or this girl on the train right now. I’m in a surprisingly good mood, probably because I’m still drunk from last night, so this lady smiling isn’t really offending me as much as it normally would this early in the morning, but it’s starting to make me laugh....
Leprecon
I should be put in a cage. As a part of the 25 bucket list: try an illicit drug in Vegas. I believe I no longer have to do so because I already did last Saturday in Hoboken, when a Roofie/ecstasy pill was dropped in my coors light. … Ok, maybe i wasn’t drugged. Maybe it was the noon horn shots of jack Daniels, but my memory is non existent after 3pm and I found it necessary to greet...
Rants in reverse
I’ve had 3 random thoughts as I walk home to my apartment (insert big cheese here) (remove it with the thought of rent due tomorrow):
1. I cannot wait for my life to fall into place. I cannot wait to be a baller.
2. Many girls are stupid.
3. Reggaetone is just awful.
Allow me to elaborate in reverse. Number 3, Reggaeton was blaring in a car down Washington st with a puerto rican flag...
New York has my heart
I like oddities and respect the weird in the world. But is it ironic to say I hate feeling different? Feeling different doesn’t necessarily make me feel “special” it actually gives me anxiety and typically makes me feel larger for some reason. Not that I’m this huge specimen but self confidence isn’t really my thing. I think the weird is the reason why I love New York...
Be the best weirdo you can be
“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and...
January 2012
2 posts
Verbage? Really?
I have two things to say. Verbage is not a word. Expecially is not a word either.
I hear these words on a weekly basis, from someone whom I will not mention. I have a constant voice in my brain that corrects and comments on everything. It conflicts with the voice that criticizes my own behavior and tells me “aw, be nice”. I’m not crazy, I just distract myself easily.
Sup...
Sooo it’s been a while… and I got the Ritalin script. It’s completely counterproductive. I am the only person I know that gets exhausted from a stimulant. I almost went face first into my turkey chili yesterday at lunch. Luckily, I was able to diagnose myself with predominantly inattentive ADHD with a side of sluggish cognitive tempo via YouTube research. Google it, it’s...
December 2011
2 posts
The list begins
So here it is. Today I reach 25. It’s somewhat sad realizing that I’ve accomplished nothing at this point in my life, but I never really had goals set so I don’t know how upset I can be. A positive of today, a passing thought that maybe my work space people don’t hate me as much as I thought. Maybe my anxiety doesn’t have to be as built up as it is. I have two...
The dark side
I’m turning 25 in a few days, it’s starting to get a little unsettling. When I was a kid I used to play “roommates” with two of the neighborhood kids. It was another girl and a boy, and we all decided we were between the ages of 18 and 20 living in an apartment employed with exotic jobs like a tattoo artist, a night club owner and something with dogs. I’m beginning to...
November 2011
8 posts
"Turkey Day" is unacceptable to say over age 8.
I think sitting next to strangers on the bus is an uncomfortable constant for me. It’s such close quarters, and I have wide hips.
I’m going to back track, I almost started posting a few days ago but after one sentence, I got tired. A majority of it would be bashing one of my Olsen twin interns, but she left so I guess I’m over it, but, OH MY GOD, she was the worst. Protecting...
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Xfactor, Columbine, Snookie, Bruce Jenner.
I have absoltely zero desire to watch Xfactor.
On that note, I left work today at nearly 7, because of course leaving my 9-5 job anytime before 6 means you’re a slacker. I don’t necessarily live close to my job so commuting adds to my getting home around 8:30 and stuffing my face with the mountain of pasta my parents leave on the dinner table for me. Perks of living at home. If I...
I waste a lot of time laying
So much to do, but nursing a hangover seems to be the number one on my list. It’s 9:43pm. Watching Little Rascals the movie may have been the highlight of my day. I have a lot of goals in mind, getting around to them is another story. A blog seems pointless at the moment…
Something to sign off with, girly, cliche, and annoying. Love sucks. I’ll probably drunkenly write about it.
First timer
I’ve had this idea to start a blog for almost a year, and my ADD is just now letting me get around to it. Originally, the idea sprouted before one of my many, many interviews in conversation with a friend. The idea was “interviewing is a hobby: life of the unemployed” (trademarked, don’t steal my idea ) It seemed smart at the time, considering I had been unemployed for 2...
