i'd just like to state for the record:
billy corgan is totally one of those musicians that was meant to die at 27, but lived, and now he's torturing us for it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
if i had to choose between the muenster on 12 grain sandwich cooked in half a tablespoon of butter sandwich i just ate and fitting into marc jacobs, i'd choose the sandwich. it was really fucking tasty, by the way.
i've never ever felt bad about my weight. i slowly and steadily gained 50 pounds from the age of 13, going from a size 3 to a size 12...on a good day, and depending on what store i buy the pants from. but i don't feel big. i'm correctly proportioned for my size, which really allows me to believe that i'm the weight i was designated to be since i was born. i have the metabolism of a manatee, or my 90 year old grandmother (more on her later). i am also aware that since it's the wintertime, walking is totally out of the question. i am also aware that i'm unemployed, and it causes me to graze-eat. but i guarantee you once it's above 40 degrees at night, and at least 50 degrees during the day, and i'm employed, whatever i have managed to gain since i lost my job in august will roll off.
since eric emailed me monday, i've been kind of thinking about him and all the adventures we got ourselves into. it's really unhealthy. i'm making a mental note to stop.
oh, speaking of losing pride, a guy dumped me because i supposedly forced him to hook up with me too early. where in god's name do i find these freaks of nature.
i've never ever felt bad about my weight. i slowly and steadily gained 50 pounds from the age of 13, going from a size 3 to a size 12...on a good day, and depending on what store i buy the pants from. but i don't feel big. i'm correctly proportioned for my size, which really allows me to believe that i'm the weight i was designated to be since i was born. i have the metabolism of a manatee, or my 90 year old grandmother (more on her later). i am also aware that since it's the wintertime, walking is totally out of the question. i am also aware that i'm unemployed, and it causes me to graze-eat. but i guarantee you once it's above 40 degrees at night, and at least 50 degrees during the day, and i'm employed, whatever i have managed to gain since i lost my job in august will roll off.
since eric emailed me monday, i've been kind of thinking about him and all the adventures we got ourselves into. it's really unhealthy. i'm making a mental note to stop.
oh, speaking of losing pride, a guy dumped me because i supposedly forced him to hook up with me too early. where in god's name do i find these freaks of nature.
Friday, January 23, 2009
facebook is an extension of high school.
i've been surviving the last few weeks on a can of elite instant coffee (it's an israeli brand for the unaware, actually 50 times more tasty that sanka or nescafé) and grilled cheese. then last night i watched top chef and got fancy food inspired and made an apple cider vinegar (in place of worstershire sauce) steak tartare. quite amazing actually.
i'm boring, i don't have much to write about. sorry.
i've been surviving the last few weeks on a can of elite instant coffee (it's an israeli brand for the unaware, actually 50 times more tasty that sanka or nescafé) and grilled cheese. then last night i watched top chef and got fancy food inspired and made an apple cider vinegar (in place of worstershire sauce) steak tartare. quite amazing actually.
i'm boring, i don't have much to write about. sorry.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
blunders and wonders.
sometimes i go on jdate and look at the men in my area. and some of them are quite attractive. and because women like to look at what they can't have. and let's face it ladies, if a man is on jdate, you know he's looking for a nice jewish girl his mother approves of. which, my hispanic ass cannot meet those needs. oh, tvhIzen, one day, you will be mine...
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my dog is an asshole. correction: the family dog is an asshole. my dog in the last 8 years has become so well behaved and is a little princess, far from the beast i rescued. however, the family dog's behavior has regressed. he barks, sits right where you want to sit, gets in your face while you're eating on the couch, and last night was the kicker. he invited himself to sleep with me, and i obliged. however, i went to go pee and brush my teeth before bed, and when i came back, he was curled up in a little ball, leaning against my pillows, in the middle of the bed. needless to say, when i tried to move the little white and red sweatered beast, i got "grrrrrrrr" and when i did it again i got "GRRRRRRRRR". for those of you who have not slept with me, for copulation purposes or otherwise, i am a stomach sleeper. last night i was forced to balance myself on my right shoulder and hip. my dog is an asshole.
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i find a generally common theme within all bands from the great state of new jersey (where i spent the second half of my formulative years.) my parents figured i should stop having to witness their cars being broken into for looking too new and orthodox jewish people judging me for hanging out with the maid and not wearing an ankle length skirt (the maid being my very hispanic looking mother).
anyway, this common theme, is any form, is running away/the hope to run away/conflict between running away or accepting your fate as a townie/promising a girl you'll take her away from that fate. "born to run" by bruce springsteen. "livin' on a prayer" by bon jovi. pretty much all of my chemical romance's debut album. and on that vein, their guitarist frank iero's band before them, pencey prep's debut. "casanova, baby!" by the gaslight anthem. catch 22's "keasbey nights", in different forms, also deals with tomas kalnoky's struggle of being a teenager in new jersey. i could really go on and on, pinpointing local bands i listened to over the years, etc. but this is not an essay. just food for thought from someone who is culturally in tune with the great garden state.
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i go through phases of liking people. it should stop one of these days. sometimes i want to be blunt with people and say to them "x, y and z that you're doing is making me depressed, and it's kind of annoying. especially when i tell you something i like and you have to go and drive it into the ground."
that bothers me a lot too. when something's really cool and not a lot of people know about it, but then you tell someone and they just cannot fucking keep it to themselves and tell EVERYONE they knows about this SUPERCOOL thing. first of all, it automatically becomes lame at that point. secondly, let things run their course, don't force them to "happen". that shit fucking pisses me off.
another thing that pisses me off is when people publicize their relationship. i mean, it cool you take pictures with your boyfriend, and have a folder for it on facebook. me personally, i don't take too many pictures with people i'm dating, i tend to enjoy the moment too much to stop and whip out the 'berry. maybe one kissing picture if like, i'm kinda tipsy, but i don't post it everywhere. however, i don't want to see pictures of you and your boyfriend/girlfriend making out everywhere, or "candid" pictures of you guys like you're a celebrity couple. you're not. heidi montag and spencer pratt have the whole scripted and posed "candid" pictures thing covered, and even though they're useless, they have a little bit of fame and can get away with that kind of thing.
i just hit my knee on the corner of something sitting down. i think that's karma telling me to shut the fuck up.
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my dog is an asshole. correction: the family dog is an asshole. my dog in the last 8 years has become so well behaved and is a little princess, far from the beast i rescued. however, the family dog's behavior has regressed. he barks, sits right where you want to sit, gets in your face while you're eating on the couch, and last night was the kicker. he invited himself to sleep with me, and i obliged. however, i went to go pee and brush my teeth before bed, and when i came back, he was curled up in a little ball, leaning against my pillows, in the middle of the bed. needless to say, when i tried to move the little white and red sweatered beast, i got "grrrrrrrr" and when i did it again i got "GRRRRRRRRR". for those of you who have not slept with me, for copulation purposes or otherwise, i am a stomach sleeper. last night i was forced to balance myself on my right shoulder and hip. my dog is an asshole.
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i find a generally common theme within all bands from the great state of new jersey (where i spent the second half of my formulative years.) my parents figured i should stop having to witness their cars being broken into for looking too new and orthodox jewish people judging me for hanging out with the maid and not wearing an ankle length skirt (the maid being my very hispanic looking mother).
anyway, this common theme, is any form, is running away/the hope to run away/conflict between running away or accepting your fate as a townie/promising a girl you'll take her away from that fate. "born to run" by bruce springsteen. "livin' on a prayer" by bon jovi. pretty much all of my chemical romance's debut album. and on that vein, their guitarist frank iero's band before them, pencey prep's debut. "casanova, baby!" by the gaslight anthem. catch 22's "keasbey nights", in different forms, also deals with tomas kalnoky's struggle of being a teenager in new jersey. i could really go on and on, pinpointing local bands i listened to over the years, etc. but this is not an essay. just food for thought from someone who is culturally in tune with the great garden state.
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i go through phases of liking people. it should stop one of these days. sometimes i want to be blunt with people and say to them "x, y and z that you're doing is making me depressed, and it's kind of annoying. especially when i tell you something i like and you have to go and drive it into the ground."
that bothers me a lot too. when something's really cool and not a lot of people know about it, but then you tell someone and they just cannot fucking keep it to themselves and tell EVERYONE they knows about this SUPERCOOL thing. first of all, it automatically becomes lame at that point. secondly, let things run their course, don't force them to "happen". that shit fucking pisses me off.
another thing that pisses me off is when people publicize their relationship. i mean, it cool you take pictures with your boyfriend, and have a folder for it on facebook. me personally, i don't take too many pictures with people i'm dating, i tend to enjoy the moment too much to stop and whip out the 'berry. maybe one kissing picture if like, i'm kinda tipsy, but i don't post it everywhere. however, i don't want to see pictures of you and your boyfriend/girlfriend making out everywhere, or "candid" pictures of you guys like you're a celebrity couple. you're not. heidi montag and spencer pratt have the whole scripted and posed "candid" pictures thing covered, and even though they're useless, they have a little bit of fame and can get away with that kind of thing.
i just hit my knee on the corner of something sitting down. i think that's karma telling me to shut the fuck up.
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