welcome to sunny florida

update: picture added

This, my dear Floridians is why I had to throw my cigarette on the ground and ruined your decor.
(Picture of overflowing ashtray with trash will be added once I get onto a proper computer and not the crackberry)

Luckily I am not on Disney property yet where they will burn me at the stake!

I don't think this newly transplanted angry New Yorker is ready for the magic. But bring it on, the Wicked Bitch of the East is back! Malificient aint got nothing on me (who btw is my all time favorite villian and I will pee my pants like a toddler if I get to meet while I'm here )

Have I mentioned I close to sweating? This is amazing. Its like summer. 4 months is definitely long enough to forget the effects of global warming and the south.

on the way to the airport

There's a Wicked billboard "Now leaving Oz". Couldn't be more acturrate in my opinion.

Good-bye,love.
Hello Disney!

And I seriouly believe I have developed a tragic case of motion sickness since moving here. If I don't get out this taxi soon I'm going to reupolster it.

After toting my weight in luggage on the subway this morning I think I earned my girl power card toom

"R" is for RANDOM

So this is something I used to do in my blog on myspace. It’s a random thought blog.


A. I saw Rent last night for the first time and I fell in love. And not only did I win the lottery (which I’ve never done before!) for front row tickets, we went to Virgin Records to waste time, and guess who was their promoting her new album? None other than Idina Menzel and her gorgeous husband, Taye Diggs. What an amazingly planed themed night.

B. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. Tomorrow. It’s only a day away. That’s what I’ve been singing all morning. I think co-workers either want to commit me or throw me out the window.

C. I can totally empathize with the babies that die when the have no physical contact. Try going a few months without a hug from someone you care about and the closest physical contact you’ve had on a crowded subway. I think that’s the thing I’m looking forward to most tomorrow. I get to hug my family.

D. I don’t drink enough water mainly because Im too lazy to get up.

E. When did stupid girls come back in style? I seriously thought that went out in the 90s along with acid wash jeans. If I watch one more male fall over himself for a girl that can hardly put a sentence together- I’m going to vomit.

F. And for that matter, I can’t stand stupid people. I had a sorority sister once that I would purposely avoid because I couldn’t have a conversation with her without defining every 3 syllable word (how she got a degree still amazes me). God has cursed me again and now I work at the flagship of stupidity. I guess that’s what you get when you go into fashion. I have officially become the person I used to make fun of.

G. I cannot wait to order my MacBook. . . Omg. Omg. Omg. I am the most impatient person in the world and I have decided to wait until I get back in town in order to have something to look forward to. But it’s killing me.

H. Im on Season 4 of One Tree Hill. I’m addicted. Lucas and Peyton- I don’t understand his love for Brooke. Peyton is his soulmate! I am such a sucker for dumb teenage sitcoms.

I. Don’t tell my crackberry, but Im kind of upset I didn’t hold out for an iphone.

J. My birthday is in 5 days. (Yes, Im celebrating it on the 4th this year) and I am not nearly as upset about it happening. 2-5, sucked and I’d rather not remember that horrible birthday (like getting left on Bourbon St., drunk and crying.) And Im noticing a trend with my birthday- I generally seem to be in Disney for it. . . Im sure it has a lot to do with the fact I was conceived there.

K. I hate dry skin and static electricity. This isn’t really a problem in the south, but here it sucks.

L. I do miss the South. I think I love the fact I was raised in the South for all the values I have, but at the same time I do like the insight to how the other side is. I just wish they taught a course up here on Southern Values, then I would be happy.

M. I really love crossword puzzles. They make me happy.

N. I totally need to do laundry tonight. YaY! Fun times.

O. Wanna talk about fun times? Getting on the subway tomorrow with my suitcase during rush hour is going to be fun times. Let me tell you. It sucks getting just my body in the train in the morning, much less basically two of my bodies.

P. I get to drive a car in a week! Too bad Im probably going to have to sell it, too. I love my Betta Chedda Jetta. May even drive it to Baton Rouge. . . .

Q. I miss painting. I miss drawing. And I can’t wait to learn how to knit. Anyone need a scarf? It probably wont be done until summer, but Im sure it will be a great fashion staple.

R. I cant wait to sleep in my bed. I miss it. Too bad I couldn’t get it shipped up to New York. Makes me sad.

S. Leggings are my new favorite fashion staple. They’re amazing. It allows me to continue to wear dresses in the dead of winter. A-mazing. And they look super cute with boots, which is also a winter fashion staple.

T. Ok. I totally need to stop singing my Annie song. I’m starting to annoy myself.

U. Is it 6pm yet????

V. I really need to write this book and get it out of my head. And I will. As soon as I have something cool to write it on. . . oh! I can totally eBay a cute pink cover for it!

W. Maybe I should do some work. You know, Im saving the world and all.

X. I can’t believe I am missing MOMs ball this year. I can’t believe I’m missing the Orpheus Ball this year, too, especially because it falls on my birthday. What crap.

Y. I can’t wait for some Blue Bell King Cake ice cream!

Z. And I really can’t wait to get properly drunk.

Adventures in moving.

So this weekend I spent moving to Washington Heights. Which if you don't know where that is, here is a really cool poster that shows all the neighborhoods. (I seriously want them to make one of New Orleans) I had a very nice conversation with the man with the van about Immigration laws, boyfriends and break-ups, America and language barriers during our two hour commute from the bottom of Brooklyn to the top of Manhattan. Quite interesting if I do say so myself.

Now I am 36 hours away from getting to see my family in Disneyworld. The closer it gets the longer the hours seem to go.

I also put my new Ikea bedroom set together (I wish I could say I did it all by myself, but my awesome roommates helped). Little did I know, when you buy Ikea you put the entire thing together from top to bottom. Needless to say, I was a little perturbed but we got it done. I only took a picture of the bed (which I did by myself) but here is what the rest of the set looks like from the Ikea website.




So that is it. My next challenge is going to be fitting all my clothes into my suitcase. YaY! I get to spend time with my family in Disney then I get to play with my friends at home. I will be in New Orleans on Mardi Gras day. I cannot wait. Bring on the fried food, the smoking in bars, the cars and the lack of an open container law!

These are a few of my favorite things. . .

Yet another stolen from Andie's Blog

50 THINGS I LOVE:
(in no particular order)

1. My bed. Duh!

2. One Tree Hill.

3. Taking naps with my nieces, playing hide and go seek, seeing them laugh. Yea, pretty much anything with my nieces.

4. my hobbit shoes and my uggs. Yea. Shoes in general.

5. My Crackberry because it’s the best drug I’ve ever been addicted to.

6. Dark nail polish especially BLACK.

7. Sitting in [insert park name here](on warm days) and reading under a tree.

8. Bookstores.

9. Hugs.

10. Halloween

11. Car dancing with my sorority sisters

12. Road trips (which I don’t do anymore. . it’s more like Bus Trips which I get motion sick from)

13. My son, Louis Armani Vuitton (he’s a yorkie)

14. Makeup, even though I don’t wear it often.

15. Flirting with the opposite unsuspecting sex.

16. Writing. I love love love writing. I need to get back to it. I need to crank out my first best seller before I’m 30.

17. Bug eyed sunglasses. So classy and mysterious.

18. Music. I die without it.

19. Mediterranean food. Especially my grandmother’s

20. CHEESE!! Extra Sharp Cracker Barrel, please.

21. Johnny Depp

22. Rock concerts in small venues that aren’t obnoxiously crowded

23. A shot of jager followed by a Stella Beer or a really strong Captain and Diet

24. Volkswagens

25. Rooftops

26. Coffee in the morning

27. Breakfast food any time of the day- especially at iHop.

28. Swings

29. Tall smart and funny guys interested in me.

30. Art museums

31. Lip gloss!

32. Romance novels

33. Emo boys in eyeliner. I know right? There is just something about self expression that gets me

34. Annoying the sheet out of my seester

35. Drawing

36. Holding hands

37. Big sweatshirts stolen from boyfriends

38. Smoking. Duh

39. Google. Best invention ever.

40. Candy of all kinds

41. Wicked the musical.

42. Fountain Diet Cokes from Gas stations!

43. Falling asleep on comfy sofas

44. Wine and cheese parties

45. Sunday brunch with friends after a rockin Saturday night

46. Themed Parties

47. CARBOHYDRATES!

48. St. Patrick’s Day Crawfish at my Uncle’s house

49. Nachos and Cheese or French Fries from the Bowling Alley.

50. Laughing until my sides hurt

What can I say? It blew my skirt up.

So, I got this via myspace because a friend of mine would not shuttup about it on the phone last night and I thought I would pass it along. I agree with her completely. Plus I'm tired of seeing the damn [insert Hispanic country]'s flag anyway and I'm tired of hearing fucking Spanish.

From: "David LaBonte"
My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful letter to the editor of the OC Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to "print" it myself by sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so inclined.
Dave LaBonte (signed)
Written in response to a series of letters to the editor in the Orange County Register:

Dear Editor:

So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land is made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down the Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being treated the same as those who passed through Ellis Island and other ports of entry.

Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people like Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home.

They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture.

Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor laws to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity. Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany, Italy,France and Japan .. None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan. They were defending the United States of America as one people. When we liberated France, no one in those villages were looking for the French-American or the German American or the Irish American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried one flag that represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red , white and blue bowl.

And here we are in 2007 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges. Only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being an American is all about. I believe that the immigrants who landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for all the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life . I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags.

And for that suggestion about taking down the Statue of Liberty, it happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration bill. I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just yet.

(signed) Rosemary LaBonte

procrastination at it's finest.

SO I stole this from Andie at Sweet.Southern.Spirited. because I am procrastinating getting ready to go out. I don't really want to, but I need to be more social. These good looks are going to waste

Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth (see below).
4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!

FEBRUARY

FEBRUARY:

Abstract thoughts. always

Loves reality and abstract. very true.

Intelligent and clever. Don't I know it ;-) It should say "full of myself"
Changing personality. sooooo true.

Attractive. Duh!

Sexy. Sometimes.

Temperamental. Like a 5 year old.

Quiet, shy and humble. not many people know this.

Honest and loyal. iffy on the loyal but definitely honest.

Determined to reach goals. Good to know considering I have none since I scrapped my last set.
Loves freedom. oh yes. but sometimes that freedom is lonely.

Romantic on the inside not outside. :-)
Superstitious and ludicrous. LoL!

Rebellious when restricted.

Loves aggressiveness. This is getting recockulous! did someone I know write this?

Too sensitive and easily hurt. I wish I wasn't sometimes. .
Gets angry really easily but does not show it. ummm. . . NO. you definitely know when I'm pissed.
Dislikes unnecessary things. material-wise? because that's a load of crap if you've ever seen my room
Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Only when I don't feel like being a hermit

Daring and stubborn. double duh!
Ambitious. used to be.

Tries to learn to show emotions. I definitely need to work on that.

Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Spendthrift.


All Months:

JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

I tag everyone who wants to try !

u-g-l-y. you ain't got no alibi.

I have a new bed partner.
It's Beep and Bop!

When I was in SoHo buying my Uggs, I stopped in Yellow Rat Bastard (because I swear there is a little punk-rock goth living inside of me that the sorority girl inside of me keeps beating up) and fell in love with these dolls.

This is tragic. I sleep with them every night. A 25 (almost 26!) year old sleeping with stuffed animals. I think everyone should go buy one and I won't feel like such a loser. And they're so ugly- they're cute!

it can't rain all the time

Is it just me or is anyone else deathly afraid of losing an eye in New York when it rains? I am irrationally scared of short people and umbrellas.

* food for thought: is it possible to die of loneliness? And if not, are there physical side effects?

Spring awakening in the winter

Guess who is going to go see Spring Awakening tonight?!

It's so surreal. To be able to walk over to The Theatre District on your smoke break, pick up a student rush ticket and be able to see a show that night on Broadway. Last week I went to see if I could get tickets to Rock-n-Roll (which is closing soon also, so you might want to go. Rufus Sewell- if you don't know who he is, google it! Gorgeous Brit with good teeth- is in it and during one of my apartment hunting excursions I saw him in the subway on the Upper West Side. We had a moment.) and I got a ticket for that night. Which was awesome because I got to experience an actor forget his lines, break character and address the audience to ask if they could start the scene over (Shame on you, Rufus!) I've never seen anything like it on (or off) Broadway.

I mean, seriously- who gets to do that stuff? Well, me, that's who. I super excited.

bearer of bad news bears.

RIGHT after I posted that I got the most disturbing news ever.

RENT on broadway is closing in June.

And I am RIGHT in the middle of an obsession with it (I was also right in the middle of jamming to the soundtrack when I got the im- La Vie Boheme. Go figure). Thank goodness my rent kick will probably be dwindled by then- but if Wicked closes I will seriously protest.

DAMMIT.

AND in the middle of this, I just found out Jonathan Brandis committed suicide like 3 years ago.
WHAT?! Where the hell have I been? (J.B. was seriously one of my first crushes. And I actually watched Seaquest for him, not because I was a dork. I can't even tell you how many times I've seen Sidekicks and Ladybugs).

I am no longer speaking to this certain co-worker. The next thing he is going to tell me is he killed my dog on the way to work.

You've got mail. sike!

Since having all of my email addresses added to my blackberry, I get extremely excited whenever that red lil light comes on to tell me someone is thinking of me. Which is so great- and which is also one of the many reasons I enjoy my addiction to my crackberry. The biggest downfall? One of my email addresses gets an ungodly amount of spam and chain letters from "friends". So I get extremely excited only for a huge let down (which if anyone has any ideas on how to fix this- besides de-friending the persons, I threaten and they never listen) so in honor of retarded pointless emails I am sharing my favorite of them all, courtesy of my mother.

To all my friends, thanks to you sending me chain letters in 2007:

I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it’s good for removing toilet stains.

I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.

I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer or Alzheimer.

I don’t leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.

I no longer accept packages from UPS or FedEx since they might be Al Quada in disguise.

I no longer get real "hugs" anymore because these pesky little bears keep giving me hugs via the net.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get a phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer look at the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Nieman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I stopped consuming several foods for fear that the estrogens they contain may turn me gay.

I also stopped eating chicken and hamburgers because they are nothing other than horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers that are bred in a lab.

I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account, a sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. Funny that girl, she's been 7 since 1993...

I went bankrupt from bounced checks that I made expecting the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL were supposed to send me when participated in their special e-mail program. My Erickson phone never arrived and neither did the passes for a paid vacation to Disney land.

But I am positive that all this is the cause of a stinking chain that I broke or forgot to follow and I got a curse from hell.

IMPORTANT NOTE: If you send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will crap on you today at 7pm.

Also, have I mentioned in my next lifetime I want to be Avril?
seriously.

Because I don't have cell phone service underground

Since the R train took it's sweet ass time coming to pick me up this afternoon, I gained a lot of material for my latest blog. Rock out.

So, I haven't really been documenting my encounters in the subways- but seriously. It's the best and worst part of New York thus far. Some of the things I see daily is just so insane, I think my mind blocks them out (i.e. a homeless man's penis on Thanksgiving morning. yea. I can't make this shit up) but I am going to try and remember more often and document them on my blackberry for later.

Setting: 36th St. waiting for the damn R.

Observances made the time go by faster (while listening to my angry music getting reacquainted with my dinosaur of an ipod):
* Asshat spots a Trojan (unopened sealed in package)on the ground. Asshat points out to friends. Asshat then proceeds to kick it onto the tracks. What's wrong with this picture? Well, one he is a male and should have picked it up and put it in his pocket (ok kidding. *note to self*: always use your own condoms. Who knows where he is getting them from) but alas asshat turns and I see his face. No wonder he doesn't know what to do with a perfectly good condom. Ass.hat. and secondly, two words. track fires. (you know, which is probably the reason the damn R is taking so long) These things really do happen (according to New Yorkers, I personally have never seen it but then again I am not an observant subway rider, except when the damn R train takes so long) I mean who doesn't read the same advertisements on every train that asks you to not do this (because MTA is serious about safety- your safety)? I read the signs every time I get on the train (which is probably why I don't have any friends but that's besides the point)so why can't this asshat?

*Express stops are survival of the fittest. . . elbows. I still have not mastered the stance I need to take when I am not trying to jump on the train waiting in the station (instead waiting for the damn R train)- I try pretending like I am an invisible tree but they don't get it. I have seriously had Grandmas knock me out of the way to make sure they get on the train. And just forget about chivalry or gentlemen. When it comes to getting on the train, damsels in distress be damned. But today, it was quite humorous to be observing and knowing the M train wasn't going anywhere soon. It had been sitting there for 10 f.n minutes.

*Looking into the moat of water that has accumulated on the tracks, I am reminded why New Yorkers don't get sick as often as they should. Riding the subway is the vaccine of all vaccines. They are exposed to every disease and chemical known (and unknown) to man in their daily commutes their bodies are immune to pretty much everything but cancer. It's insane.

And now I am settling down with my take out Chinese* (like a true New Yorker) to watch my new favorite show (which I am four years late on this fad- but what's new?) One Tree Hill! YaY!

*sidenote:
while I waited in the Chinese restaurant they have "Trailer Park" in the gumball machine. I really wanted to spend the 50 cents to get one! Maybe if I keep this up I might collect all 12! I really want Moo-moo mama and Commando Carl.

Personal Jackassery.

Seriously. Why do people let me drink? I get that I am a fun person, but lately I haven’t known my limit- which is something I pride myself on having known since I was 15. New Years Eve I chalked it up to enjoying the holiday thoroughly. But when I drink over a half of a bottle by myself and I am so drunk I don’t need to drink another drink all night, that’s a little intense. I mean, hey! I saved money but not knowing where the hell I was and how I got there is not a good plan. (ok. So it was the LES, but I still don’t know the name of the multiple bars I went into). Luckily, I was with very good friends who took care of me.

So I thought it was a fluke, until I did it again at a co-worker’s party this current weekend. I am going to blame this time on the fact, I was making my own drinks in little Cinderella cups, I started drinking too early and I was excited about finding an apartment. All this resulted in sleeping until 5pm, vomiting and having no idea how I got my pajamas on, along with remembering some embarrassing moments from the night before. No, nothing serious enough to make me want to quit, but enough to make me realize exactly how obnoxious, blunt and loud I can be.

I am highly aware these are not safe situations and I am going to explore more deeply at a later date. Why I am sharing all this with the w.w.w? Hopefully, you’re amused.

And I also decided to buy these:

Yes, someone can hit me with them but jeez! They’re so damn cute! And they were calling my name. I swear- all the way from Soho.

Wanna know what else is entertaining me at the moment?
ONE TREE HILL. Seriously. Get into it, its your second chance.

Because my day is not filled with enough stuff to entertain me.

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AND

The end.

I found it. The perfect place for Abby to live with the most perfect people! I knew it! Didn’t I? I said it yesterday and then it all fell into place. (It’s humorous how after it all falls into place retrospect is so fun but while you are in the middle of hyperventilating in the fetal position, it’s not so amusing.)

To be honest I was really just looking yesterday to finalize that the apartment in Harlem was gold, and little did I know my dream apartment would find me. Everything that a spoiled brat, like me, demands in a living situation: close to a subway, grocery, laundry, spacious room and awesome roommates. I got so excited and I talked these poor girls ears off (we all know what excited Abby looks like- picture a poodle on acid) and I really thought I scared them, but I got a voicemail at lunch. They liked me! They really liked me! (I was also in an elevator full of people in the middle of my excited freak out. The girl I was with kindly explained “She’s southern”)

Now I don’t know what to do with myself! I feel like 200 pounds have been lifted off of me and now Im at a loss as to what to do. I am finally free to get excited about furniture shopping, my Disney Trip, my trip home AND on top of all that excitement. . .I’ve decided I’m going to buy myself a new iBook! I need a new computer and with all the money I am going to save moving to Washington Heights I will be able to afford it. And I deserve it. I stressed myself out so much, I nearly had a protein spill on the train this morning. Luckily, I am positive I am not pregnant. This was pure stress induced.

YaY! For me rocking!

Selling my soul for personal space is definitely an option at this point.

So last night I got hit on, offered drugs and insulted all in the same sentence by some little ethnic boy in my neighborhood while I was minding my own business trying to enjoy a cigarette. Someone get me outta here!!! Ok, not to disrespect my home for the past 3 months, but seriously. I ‘roughed’ it long enough. I have enough material for a bestselling novel, so now I’m over it.

Well at least I can’t say my life is not interesting due to the apartment hunt. I just wish it wasn’t so interesting as to give me panic attacks. . although in retrospect, it was kinda fun- in a creepy I-can’t-breathe-and-my-heart-beat-is-coming-out-of-my-ears-fun. I have decided moving is a main reason why I am addicted to anti-depressants, and for all this headache I definitely deserve a ‘script of Valium. . maybe if I would have gotten the valium before I went hunting, I would be in a much different situation.

And speaking of best selling novels- I could write one with all the new and interesting people I have met along the road of finding a new place to live. It has almost been as entertaining as people watching on cold days (I don’t think seeing grown ass men wearing mufflers or fargo hats will ever stop being funny to me). I seriously cannot catch a break with these people. But I think I have found a few that Im interested in. Tonight will be my last night of looking. I have three set up after work and I want to have a decision by tomorrow, no later than Thursday. I need to stop stressing and start focusing on furniture shopping (Ikea here I come!! YaY!!) and wardrobe planning for my Disney trip!! I don’t think my life will settle down until about March but then again. . .when does life ever really settle down?

After a long day of looking at shoeboxes disguised as bedrooms in the Upper East Side and smoker friendly winos who also smoke pot in the house in Tribeca, I decided to treat myself to shoes:

They are my de-stressors. I put them on and I pretend I’m a hobbit (which also happens to be the style name. Blowfish is the brand- don’t walk RUN to your nearest David Z and we can be hobbits together!) I am assuming hobbits don’t have problems, like trying to live in New York (but just to make sure I am going to google it!), and I feel better.

Today it’s 57°! 50 f.n 7. DEGREES!!
I am wearing flats (not boots) and a dress! I am aware that this is a sorority girl tease, but at least I have a taste of what’s to come for me in February. When it will feel like the tundra here, I will be in Disney. I will miss 10 of the coldest days and then I will have 20 more- then it’s in the clear! But truth be told, those 20 days of Feb I am scared to death. We have already had one (13° with a wind-chill of 5°) and I nearly cried (but didn’t for fear of tears freezing on my f.n face!). Although, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the bone-chillers of the south, it was still damn cold. But I do believe whoever decides it’s a good time to keep in touch with Abby in the winter months will get an earful of whining.

Maybe it’s the warmer weather or maybe it’s just because I remembered to take my medication today, but I finally feel like everything is going to be ok. And if it’s not ok, then it’s not the end.