January 2009
Inauguration day
1/20/09
I was supposed to celebrate with other filthy jubiliant liberals, but the paaaaaaahty was shut down due to the flu.
I still celebrated with some stinky Spanish goat cheese and washed hair.
I’m currently making wild rice and pomegranate stuffed acorn squash.
Thank God no one reads this.
Angela and Bea are calling.
Tomorrow we have a new president!
1/19/09
Yay!
I’m oddly positive considering I’m unemployed!
Santa in the form of Angela Lansbury
11/6/08 Being unemployed right before the holidays is incredibly inconvenient. I’m getting rather stir crazy.
I suppose I could clean/organize/touch up my roots/paint toenails/do anything other than sit on the couch watching Murder She Wrote.
Could.
But won’t.
The mysticism of the braless oracle in the white...
8/8/08 Had my tarot cards read tonight. They told me I had just broken up with someone and to move on and put it behind me. That I will be single for the rest of the year. That I have been stagnating in my career, but that things are looking up. That design is not what I should be doing, but that 2009 is a pivotal year. I am going to be well off financially, because I will do something for work...
Dreams of an unmotivated whiner
3/3/08 Life seemed more interesting when I was broke and had to work 7 jobs to pay rent and eat rice and beans. Now I make ugly clothes for fat, middle class women, as opposed to the fat, poor women. The only thing that improved was the pay. I’d think 30 is old enough to have semi figured out what to do with myself. I’ve realized I basically want Amy Sedaris’ life. I want to...
Snakes on a Plane, the Sequel
2/14/07 So I’m co-starring with Samuel L. Jackson in the sequel to Snakes On A Plane: Rat On A Train. That’s right folks. A large rat hopped on my subway car (F train) at Jay st. this morning and got off with me at 42 st. That’s a good half hour subway ride. A man at Jay Street lied and said it didn’t get on the subway car. It made its next appearance at Delancey st, where...
Thanksgiving 2006
So I hopped on the 7am Fung Wah on an empty stomach because it was Thanksgiving and I knew I’d stuff myself beyond capacity at some point. I slept pretty much the whole way. Upon my arrival my mom offered me a brownie. I reached for it, thought a second and asked if it were a pot brownie. (My mom’s not much of a baker.) And surprise surprise, it was indeed. I took a small bite because...