i have the cape. i make the fucking whoosh noises!

b.l.o.g.

i can’t get over this article.

ivy league gear is cool now? it’s fashionable? what. the. fuck?!?!

i can’t even BEGIN to wrap my brain around that. it’s completely unfathomable. it’s as if someone were to come up and say “hey, the sky is purple, the grass is orange, and sun is made out of old play-doh.” and expect you to believe that shit.

in fact, even the people wearin’ this shit don’t be believin’ it completely:

When asked about the provenance of his Harvard jacket, Shakeil Brown, a St. Anthony High School student in Jersey City, responded: â€œI donâ€™t know,â€ He helpfully pointed to the back: â€œIt says â€˜Crimson.â€™â€

what the fuckhell?

apparently the shit i wouldn’t even consider wearing unless it is Laundry Day, or i need a dusting rag, is now all the rage. but really, is anything puffy would wear really cool? no…i don’t think so, bitchez.

chip: thank god this fad will be over by summer
pineapple: hopefully they’ll move onto vocational schools
chip: seriously
pineapple: or all be rockin’ Blaine tshirts
chip: ITT in the hizouse
pineapple: university of phoenix, bitchez! represent!
chip: HAHAHAHA! yessss! that is where they all go to get their learn on
pineapple: haha yes!

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the opposite of productive
at 12:45 pm

category : daily grind, filler

friday’s feast

Appetizer: Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it?
on my right leg, just above and to the left of the knee…from climbing a fence when i was about 8…and mis-stepping onto a part of the fence and then sliding into an iron wire (it was a wire fence). hurt like a bitch, ruined my favorite jeans. but it’s much smaller now than it used to be.
Soup: What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
i have my own apartment, just for me. and i can afford it.
Salad: Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves.
[withholds answer that would be too easy to avoid ribbing from the boy] i don’t watch too much tv, even now. but, i have always been mightily freaked out by oprah.
Main Course: What was a funny word you said as a child (such as “pasketti” for “spaghetti”)?
::sigh:: i had an issue replacing my “C” & “kuh” noises with “T”s. like, “cookies” and “cars” were weird, up until i was about 2-and-a-half. meh.
Dessert:: Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______. “i have always thought [bill gates] was [in league with satan].” after what i’ve seen of windows vista, i’m totally certain he is.

i am totally and completely not productive today. un-productive! anti-productive! but the weekend is looming ahead, and i’ve got some cookery ideas sloshing around in my head for it. also, lola is going to be two years old tomorrow!

OMG!

kitty!

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a lady’s hands proclaim her habits
2.22.07 at 11:55 am

category : whatnot

(i’m almost done reading the stand)

a lady’s hands proclaim her habits…so what does that say about me? if i were to inspect now i’d see one small cat scratch (or maybe it’s from packaging), severely uneven nails, dryness, cuticles with issues, unfortunate stubbiness. ick. these are my hands.

they have always been like this. i tried, once, twice, maybe three or four times when i was younger to not bite my nails. i tried very hard. then they got longer, and almost — almost — something feminine that could be made pretty. but i’d inevitably break a nail (weakened from compulsively chipping off polish), or something. i’d give in. or they’d get too long and i’d stab myself in the eye trying to get a contact situated.

it’s a constant battle. and i know i’m not helping. i bite when i get nervous, i bite when i get stressed, i bite when i’m restless, i bite bite bite.

sometimes i’m good to my hands: nail files and moisturizers and pretty polish and things. i try, but then i forget. and work takes its toll, as does the weather, and then i’m back to square one. it’s a useless vanity i can’t quite bring myself to care too much about.

a lady’s hands proclaim her habits…

but the more i think about it, the more i realize…i’m not much of a lady. that much i can see. i always get something wrong: hair, nails, clothes, makeup…something. and i keep telling myself that it’s because i don’t have time — if i had the time to take on petty vanity i’d be ok — but really…it’s just.

not me.

i’m not sure that i could pull it off anyway.

also: headache time.

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i love rcn
2.21.07 at 5:27 pm

category : teh wurld, whatnot

from the bottom of my wee lil heart, i love them more than you will ever know. the kelton st. casa was quickly & efficiently hooked up with cable/hi-speed internet last saturday, as soon as they hooked everything up and plugged it in…voila! internet! cable! functionality!

it was so unbelievably simple it was ridiculous. and a pleasant, pleasant change from the ass-raping, suck-fucking, house cat, rat dick (tm professor brothers) behavior of the evil known as comcast.

it’s fuckin’ comcastic, indeed.

additionally, the gentlemen that came to my apt and installed everything were pleasant, courteous and not murderin’ rapists.

that, in my book, gets rcn all of my squooshy, squooshy love.

love!

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you are the bluest light
at 2:22 pm

category : whatnot

scattered.

and i haven’t quite worked up the motivation to clump it all into something a bit more malleable. maybe i will…sometime.

deceptively gorgeous weather is throwing me entirely out of whack. it’s so unexpected, so contradictory to the sludgy grossness that is coating all of new england in slippery muck. mucky muck. but still, it’s not too ungodly cold out, it’s actually a bit sunshine-y and lovely outside. you know, despite the muck. i even had a lovely walk from harvard square back to the office in central today. it was nice: music, me, sunshine, peace.

i’m starting to look forward to this year a bit, which is a strange feeling. usually i’m pretty much submerged up to my neck meats in dread and worry. i’m trying to get a handle on that. and by no means is everything in my world hunky dory right now, but i’m trying to focus on the stuff that is ok. the stuff that’s right. that way i’m in a bit of a better frame of mind to handle the stuff that’s not. and there is a lot of it…but…

one step at a time, yo.

that’s all i can do right now. and i’ve just about convinced myself that it’s ok. almost.

i’m getting there.

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fat tuesday
2.20.07 at 1:09 pm

category : daily grind, filler

early morning meetings suck so hard right now. it totally threw off the rest of my day, and my day has been SO BUSY already. i had way too much fun yesterday, really. rum and pineapple juice is fucking delicious — so delish it should be illegal, or served ALWAYS. love.

and i’m sure i got drunk and stupid, but i only have so many days left of drunk and stupid. so, at least i did it up right. and i’m probably gonna drink again tonight because it’s my last chance. also: mardi gras!

best part of the day so far? work gave me $75 worth of best buy gift cardness. randomly, and for no reason other than my work is awesome. it’s totally going towards my REPLACE CAR STEREO THAT ASSHOLES STOLE fund. assholes. still, i really, really, really miss having music in the car. miss it like you wouldn’t believe. double-miss it.

additional best part? work got catered lunch. fresh fruit! oh yay!

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my apartment is the shit
2.17.07 at 2:42 pm

category : glee

it’s so deluxe in here right now, i can’t even contain myself.

the Wall of Jordan is being reborn, my lola is awesome, and all is well. i have the beginnings of a pirate bathroom, and a place to store all my towels as well as a kick ass medicine cabinet. my girlie makeups and whatnots are all getting a place of their own (finally!) on the vanity — how tight is that? i have a real old school vanity now — and soon the jewelry will be sorted.

and all is well.

huzzah!

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archive for February, 2007

droppin’ the H-bomb

Friday, February 23rd, 2007

i can’t get over this article. ivy league gear is cool now? it’s fashionable? what. the. fuck?!?! i can’t even BEGIN to wrap my brain around that. it’s completely unfathomable. it’s as if someone were to come up and say “hey, the sky is purple, the grass is orange, and sun is made out of […]

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the opposite of productive

Friday, February 23rd, 2007

friday’s feast Appetizer: Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it? on my right leg, just above and to the left of the knee…from climbing a fence when i was about 8…and mis-stepping onto a part of the fence and then sliding into an iron wire (it was a wire […]

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a lady’s hands proclaim her habits

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

(i’m almost done reading the stand) a lady’s hands proclaim her habits…so what does that say about me? if i were to inspect now i’d see one small cat scratch (or maybe it’s from packaging), severely uneven nails, dryness, cuticles with issues, unfortunate stubbiness. ick. these are my hands. they have always been like this. […]

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i love rcn

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

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you are the bluest light

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

absolution comes in many forms and i’m still trying to figure them all out. there’s definitely a mix of things going on in my head, and even the fastest of typings doesn’t quite get it all out in one piece. scattered. and i haven’t quite worked up the motivation to clump it all into something […]

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fat tuesday

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

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my apartment is the shit

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

i’ve spent all day — i was up SO EARLY — cleaning and organizing and decorating, yo. posters are going up and the cable/internet dudes just left so i’m totally rockin’ the wifi in my own apt! RAWK ON! it’s so deluxe in here right now, i can’t even contain myself. the Wall of Jordan […]

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