You can file this under: Not the brightest idea, princess.

Continuing to break in heels with a bruised ankle (yes, that would be an Ace bandage peaking out from under my sock).
Seeing as my feet are my primary mode of transportation in this god forsaken city, I should probably not be doing this.
The things we sacrifice in the name of fashion.

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 can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now.

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

Jersey or Disneyland?

I'm still confused.
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Snus Frost

Finally! I've gotten a million coupons to try this for free but none of the bodegas in the city will take them. On our SSCB (that would be Super Secret Cigarette Break) we stopped in the convenient store in our building for a drink and the super nice guy gave us one. Can't wait to try it and hopefully this will cure my need to kill people on flights. Too bad my next flight isn't until Christmas.
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This is how interesting my Friday is.

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!

Only in New York City

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.

Socially Awkward people

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.