God almighty help me

Finish this drink. I don't think I can make it.

Ps- don't you love this bar\restaurant's slogan "put some south in yo' mouth"
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It can always be worse (or better)

It's my new game I play while smoking.

As people walk by, I think "Things could be better" (someone who is cute or is dressed cute) or "Things could be worse" (someone who is unfortunate looking or is unfortunate in the dressing themselves department)

You should try it!

Just as a FYI: It could always be worse won out this morning.

doodle art.

I have decided I am going to take all of my doodle art from all the pointless meetings I have been attending and display them on my desk. I have a good amount of pages filled with my beautiful drawings.

I will even sell them to co-workers. 50 cents each.

Although, the most recent is a bunch of tombstones with all my co-workers names on them. They think it's a little too dark and twisty for the workplace, I call it art.

Working to live

not living to work is so much fun.

I just noticed I'm (pretty much) the one in the office that takes off of work for fun things. (going to the lottery for Broadway plays, premieres. . . .and today I went to a private concert with Katy Perry at Planet Hollywood during lunch today. She is totally rocking my socks) Life is so much better when work doesn't get in the way.

I just booked 4 flights all going back to the NOLA from now until October. But don't get too excited those in the durty durty, all of those trips are for specific missions (visit my daddy, a bachelorette party, a wedding) but I will be going home for an entire EIGHT days for Christmas. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Apparently summer in New York = obnoxious amount of concerts. I have already bought my tickets for Natasha Beddingfield/ The Veronicas/ Kate Voegele and then The Pink Spiders headlining tour. I'm eyeing tickets for the Good Charlotte/ Boys like Girls and Paramore concerts. That isn't including the 40 page list of free concerts and festivals in the recockulous amount of parks all over the five boroughs. I can't keep up and if I try I will give myself a panic attack.

Anywooooooo. . . one of my favorite people in the world will be here in less than 12 hours and I can't wait to play! Apparently I am not the only lonely lost New Orleanian soul. Adventures always ensue when we get together. The last time we were in New York together we spent a night bonding with our swollen feet in the air, chain smoking out our hotel window and bitching about the recockulousness of the size of our hotel (a closet), the amount of walking we had done and the New York attitude. He's the male version of me. What could be better?

alternative hot mess

I am the stickiest sweatiest smelliest mess you'd ever wanna see.
and you know what?

I feel the best I have in months.

I just hope I can walk tomorrow, so I can do it again.

;-)

The gym rocks my socks.

Today

is one of those days where I should have said "It was a good try, you made major effort, but for the sake of any human you come in contact with, you must crawl back into bed".
But in the real world, it just doesn't work like that.

Depression is so kicking my ass.

God wants me to stay in Brooklyn

that is the only possible answer to why the goddamn F train has not picked my ass up yet.

Someone remind me again why I live in this shitty? I remember reading an article somewhere about a Londoner who resides in NYC now and he said Londoners would never stand for waiting for over 10 minutes for a train, so why are New Yorkers ok with it?! For being so damn important, they sure forget to bitch about the fucking public transportation.

Fuck I am goddamn tired of waiting. I feel like that is the story of my life in this city. Seriously.

(Btw I wrote all that and then had time to continue to wait)

Fun observation as I waited: the guy sitting next to me pulled out 2 miller lite cans. The guy sitting next to him had a 5th of vodka and he said. "We should have a picnic".

And a crazy homeless man yelled at the conductor as she informed everyone of the service changes because she was interrupting his sleep.

And the chick sitting across from me is really ugly (and I've been drinking) ugh. Was that bitchy?
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