For those curious, I (accidentally) kicked a metal clothing rack at work today. It wasn't pretty, but unfortunately I will live.
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I haven't been fully honest with you, my faithful readers. I feel bad for this and now I am coming clean.
I really do listen to Celine Dion and she is in fact on my ipod. No, she wasn't on my ipod in my previous references to her- so, technically I wasn't misleading you, but it makes me feel better to confess this. Seeing as my roommate has Celine Dion Day once a week at her office (where they play her music and only her music on repeat for EIGHT hours) and on those days, it generally seeps into our apartment also. With all this, the Canadian power lungs kind of grew on me.
"It's all coming back to me" just happens to be on repeat right now. In all seriousness- how the hell can you listen to this song without wanting to belt it out like Mrs. Dion?! I am having a really hard time constraining myself from grabbing a hairbrush, jumping on top of my desk and making grand gestures as I grab non-existing notes from the bottom of my stomach. My lungs are itching to be used. This madness must be stopped and no, I am not on any kind of medication.
Must
Change
Song
And
Get
A
Hold
Of
Self
I googled myself.
The first thing that popped up is my Friendster account, which I forgot I had. And there is someone on Classmates.com with my name, but it's not me. weird.
Then there was some other crap from college- the newspaper and sorority stuff. I forgot I was an honor student once upon a time. Apparently I'm a nurse and I swim, too.
I'm really just bidding my time until lunch. I'm going to put myself into more debt. It's the last day of the Betsey Johnson sample sale and I've been waiting all year for it. And I think I might go play in Soho after work, just to make sure I spend my entire paycheck.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
is it acceptable to be paid to dress up in a giant baby costume and run around Broadway making extremely disturbing noises to promote a costume shop.
And it also seems that I am the only one unsettled by witnessing this. I literally grabbed my coworker's arm and we ran through the crowd to get away from the crazy man.
Good Lord.
make me want to throw my phone out the window and stick my heel into my monitor.
I think I might need an anger management class.
It's supposed to be in the 60s, but it sure doesn't feel like it. I know in a few months, I'm going to be begging it to be this warm, but right now I'm freezing. FREEEZING! And I'm so not ready for dry skin and staticy hair. I am just not prepared. I am not ready to switch back to Head and Shoulders shampoo (yes. I apparently get dandruff in the winter here and I am woman enough to admit it, dammit) I didn't even have a week to wear cute dresses and boots sans leggings. I was really looking forward to that! Damn you, Mother Nature. You took away my Spring last year and now you're going to make me prepare for the longest most brutal winter I have ever experienced early? You are just spiteful. If I could disregard you, I would.
And this sporadic radiator business is not cutting it. Last night I had to sleep with socks and pants on (two things of which I hate) only to wake up with the damn heater on full blast. I understand the city of New York is fluent in ghetto heating (which consists of the heat being regulated by the building without the ability for individuals to it turn up or down at their own discretion therefore having to open a window in 20 degree weather in order not to be roasted alive) but it is unacceptable to me. I want Central Air and carpet!
One positive thing I forgot about is how warm and comfy my down comforter is. I went straight from work into my bed and only got out to move to the living room to watch One Tree Hill (which was adorable! Lucas and Peyton's fight was hysterical! And I'm totally loving Brooke and Owen. awwww.)
On that note, I'm out.
Any Lifetime (Television for Women) fans?!
That new movie Living Proof they have been advertising shamelessly for with Harry Connick Jr. was filmed in New Orleans, LA. Not only that but it was also filmed in the office building I used to work in and Steph actually met him when he was there!
So I think I have my Saturday night plans set because I don't have Tivo (or any GD money!). I will park myself on the couch with a bottle of wine and watch. I'm still not sure the bottle of wine during a Lifetime original movie is a good plan especially when it's about breast cancer. But I need a good cry anyway.
Yall should tune in too!
And in other I-am-no-longer-a-child news, I have a tummy ache. Too much Pizza Popcorn and Candy for lunch. Maybe if I want to start feeling like an adult, I should start eating like one. But where is the fun in that?
I had a dream last night I was a cokehead and I woke up this morning with a stuffy nose.
weird.
Today is a better day. Yesterday was rough, but I got through it. Thanks for all the support! I even had my NGBF call me from his vacay in Chi-town this morning to make sure I was having a better day. It's nice to know I do actually have friends here.
Tonight I'm going for happy hour, which I haven't decided if it's a good plan or not. But I have decided the second I get into depressed drunk mode, I will force myself onto the subway back to the Heights to sexually attack my favorite waiter at our neighborhood bar. Why be depressed drunk when you can be sex having drunk? Yea. That might not be a good idea either.
Sorry I'm not interesting. I'm trying to decide what I want for lunch and how I'm going to get through the day without doing a damn thing. It's harder than it looks, trust me.
Happy Friday!
It gets so dark so early. Pretty soon it's going to look like 10pm instead of 6 and I'm going to be sad.
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If you haven't heard of this musical, you must youtube it. I don't think I would do it justice trying to explain it, so please direct your attention to wiki for a moment.
Last night I was lucky enough to see the closing performance from the front row and it was the saddest thing I've ever experienced. Standing ovations, open sobbing from the audience and cast members was enough to break any one's heart. The story is such an inspiration to all those in the arts who have ever had the courage to dream big. Even with its closing, it still sends the message to go after your dreams. If you succeed, take nothing for granted and if you put your whole heart into something that you are proud of, there is no chance you can fail.
It hurts my heart that after 102 shows, this musical is closing but I don't think this is the last we will see of this group.
And in honor of inspiration, please listen to this.
Die Vampire Die.
Dear Checking Account,
I know you hate me.
But I am officially by myself and you know what happens when I get lonely.
I promise not to bankrupt us.
xoxo
Things I have learned about myself this week:
-Having sex more than once in a blue moon is pretty much necessary unless you enjoy walking like John Wayne. I'm just saying.
-I miss my friends more than I allow myself to because it hurts when I'm not around them.
-Maybe I am a cool chick? Like, cool enough to marry? There is someone out there who might just be crazy enough to want to put up with my shenanigans for the rest of my life and it's a scary thought.
-My future husband will make me laugh, a lot. Like, it's a requirement.
-Maybe playing with boys is better than getting hurt?
-My mental illnesses are entirely created from boredom.
(I'm sure there were more, but I drank a lot)
AND FOR THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION:
Robin Hood
or
Little Red Riding Hood
(for Halloween- please send a suggestion if neither)
Today was the first day I dressed appropriately for the fall weather. It's been in the 50/60s and being that I had just come back from the 80/90s in Florida and Louisiana, I was not mentally prepared to dress myself for what felt like an Arctic chill. This was not the weather I left the city in and apparently Mother Nature does not care about the girl scout rule of leaving things better than when you found them. I guess you could argue the cool weather is better than sweltering heat, but I forgot for a moment that New York has 4 seasons. I'm seriously spoiled with this changing of the seasons stuff and I think if I ever move back to the south, there will be some seriously tough transitional periods.
So, I finally (because 3 days freezing your ass off feels like forever. trust me) pulled my boots out from the back of my closet and added some tights to a cute sundress with a cardigan. . . and now it's supposed to be in the 70s until Monday. Crap. That's trickery, Ms. Nature and I don't appreciate the joke when I'm sleep deprived and cranky.
But I am really excited about Fall in New York. It means it's tight weather which is my favorite addition to my wardrobe. If you haven't already figured it out, I am pro-dress wearing and tights happen to be the secret to getting away with wearing dresses in the winter.
Recently, I was introduced to Jessica Schroeder. She was linked on Guest of a Guest where she writes a fabulous how-to article on tights- you should check it out if you plan on embarking on this statement this season. I'm thinking of expanding my tights to the bright colors; you should, too.
My life will officially go back to normal Friday. I demand it.
I need a full night's sleep, preferably in a bed that is only occupied by me. Have I mentioned I hate sleeping with people? This could probably be a factor in why I'm perpetually single. I'm demanding separate bedrooms with my husband, I shit you not.
I need some quiet alone time. The only time I have had to myself since I embarked on this journey was my three hour car ride to and from Florida. It was fabulous. I miss driving.
I need a proper detox. I have been hopped up on caffeine speed and alcohol since last Thursday. Everything I had lacked in drinking and doing for the past year has been made up for in record time.
Have I mentioned we had a slight scheduling conflict with visitors? Oh yes. We currently have 7 people staying in our New York sized apartment that usually has 4 people max. It's like a youth hostel with musical beds until Thursday. Hopefully my sanity can hold on til then.
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The co-worker who thoroughly enjoys my quirkiness? Has totally jumped on board with Wacky Wednesday wardrobe. Today I unfortunately forgot. But I'm about to get on a plane. There is enough ammunition I'm sure I give TSA to put me in a holding cell without my outfit sending off any red flags. Although, I am wearing my new cowboy boots that are a size too small, so getting them on and off to go through security should be a show.
Remember that thing I was really excited about a few weeks ago? Yea. Not so much anymore.
Please, people. If you remember nothing else: Once a tool, always a tool. end of story.
If only I could take my own advice.
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