Thanks for the memories

Guess who won z100's contest to meet Ms Simpson?

Yea. That would be me (without the help of my media friends, thank you.) Too bad I didn't win the Avril tickets, but this is fine.

Monday night I am taking a train to the Long Island Wal-mart.

WAL-MART?!?!?!

Yes. Wal-mart. I think I'm more excited about the location than the reason I am going. This is a-mazing.

Now I have to think of what to say to her besides "L-O" and "Thanks for the memories". And she better not be late, Im an old lady going out on a school nite and I have an hour commute back.

Girlfight!

Me in an email a few seconds ago:

"Too bad Im too old, but seriously if that bitch were to pull this shit four years ago, I'd ruin her life."

At least there is something to say about becoming wiser with age.

But dammit. I would really like to give her a good case of Shaken Baby Syndrome. I don't know what she wants to be when she grows up, but currently she is an expert at being a pain in my ass.

Funny. This picture looks more like her than me. Ok. That was mean and hateful. I'm sorry, god. but
I

HATE

HER.

alot. right now.

Low

This song makes me giggle.



And You're Welcome!

Happy Presidents' Day!

I have had my one shot and a beer for the celebration (which is a lot tamer than it would have been in my college years- one of my very best friends had a tradition on this wonderful holiday to start early in the morning and do a shot for each president. of course, we would get to about 5 and then start picking our favorites). My one shot of jager, of course, would be for our future president, Hilary Clinton, and the Stella (my new favorite beer, btw) to chase for the 40 other ones.

Then I proceeded to giggle through a conversation where I should have been "aloof and not too quick to respond but letting him know I was interested". Damn me and my effin relationship advice. It doesn't taste so sweet when I have to drink it. Me and my stupid self-righteousness has kept me out of the game so long that I forgot how to play. This sucks. But Im sure it's like a bandaid and if not, I am signing up for a convent. Wish me luck! Apparently I need it.

And now I will get back to a game that I am too familiar with- anyone know a four letter word for "give off"?

It's stnowing!

which is what I call it when the snow sticks! (it snowed on Sunday but it didn't stick so it only snowed)
YaY!
And that was my one second of happiness. Now I'm over it. But here are some nifty pictures from the front of my apartment building:



And I don't have any shoes with grip. damn. EXCEPT my trusty Uggs!! But I don't think work will appreciate me trugging in everyday in shoes that look like sweaters.


I have decided the snow is pretty. until the unwashed masses of public transportation walk threw it and make it look like a toilet overflowed all over the city.
(Which reminds me, I am probably sick because I went a week without riding on the subway, which I have learned happens to be New Yorkers' immunity to illness.)


And now it's time for ONE TREE HILL!!
Team Layton!

Ooh. This is exciting

So my pretty purple sparkly wallet is nearly 2 grand lighter.
Yes.
I finally bought my Mac and I'm blaming it on all the cold medicine (and damn the meth dealers for fucking up my pseudoephedrine high). I wanted to wait a little longer, but dammit I have been waiting for like 2 months! And we all know when God was handing out patience I was outside smoking (but I definitely went back for seconds for pride)I dont have patience- this was definitely long enough. So in 2-3 days I should have a new and improved Mac laptop that I can buy really cute accessories for.

Haha. Just kidding. That's just plain tragic. But I do plan on having a cute pink cover for it.

I have officially moved into my apartment in Washington Heights, but don't really ask me much about it because I've been in a DayQuil High since my flight landed in JFK on Saturday. I'm sure I will have more to tell once I quit feeling like a:

(which is a medicine head. I had to google that twice. apparently it's a band's name, too)


Have I mentioned I have a thing for the Brooklyn accent? I think that's the medicine talking again.

Any boo. The snow is falling and it's sticking and I hate that I have to walk 2 blocks to the subway now.

best day of my life

When a 5 year old says that to you, its amazing.

If you've never been to Disney with a child for the first time, its a lifetime must. When they turn to you during the Dreams come true parade and say "my dreams can come true, too" or when they see Tinkerbell fly from the castle and say "she IS real"- it's amazing.