Getting fatter by the second
I like wienerschnietzel.
And sugar in my coffee. Cheese on bread. Croissant-like treats which appear to have sugar on top of them. Chocolate. Oh, and butter on grainy bread.
Käsekrainer. With Cheese I might add. And a helping of beer.
They sell champagne in IKEA. the ratio of haidressers is incredibly high, yet pricy. How can a haircut cost €80? Especially when the average salary is well below the 40K mark?
Bizarre. I'm going to pick up some teeny spoons today and a whatever I can tolerate in duty free. I'm loaded down with my purse/backpack, a vase, a wall hangy thing(though not heavy is too long too fit in my suitcase). Hopefully my coat wil fit in checked luggage.
Ladies in NY - if anything horrible happens to me, hurry on over to the place to pick up my personal entertainment toys. My mother would have a heart attack. So would the dad, as he's convinced unmarried girls are unmarred. Right;)
only the brits could come up with...
i can't come up with a better descriptor food for faggots
um, odd. yet compelling in the way that you want to click around.
exercise for you all
from molly:
1) grab the nearest book
2) open the book to page 23
3) find the fifth sentence
4) post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
The best I can do on short notice, is the British version of In Style magazine. Here is my sentence:
Brown cord ballerina pumps, € 44.99 by Office
They're kind of cute. I cannot wait to go out tonight. This place is nuts. In a good way. And I think i'm coming back in September.
felony vs. complaint
hey, so if i haven't spoken to you in a while, be sure to ask to hear the "Let's Threaten Irene" stories from the camp of the crazed Matt Schr--b-r. Who, should he ever find this via Google in a his vain searching, is a schmuck. Unhygenic, disorganized, pot-smoking, egotistical, unattractive, and with filandering tendency. the dude who is full of himself in the world of broadway and file. the asshole, the one who BLOW DRIES HIS mop of hair. yes, folks. he p ulled one last trick which he wasn't able to action. threating to call the police.
for vandalism. for the equivalent of not picking up dishes on the picnic table. which, had his lazy ass thought for a minute, would have been a simple job with 2 ppl.
1) grab 2 corners while partner does same with table cloth
2) have 1 person hold all 4 corners while
3) other person holds trash bag open
with each and every threatening (yes, he threatened to harrass my place of business, colleagues, parents - elderly i might add, etc., etc.) I finally called 311. who transferred me to the nice folksat 911. who scheduled an appointment for me in midtown on a sunday. such lovely customer service. and the hotties they sent over to meet me were so nice. long story, not that interesting, but definitely worth noting, is that as a tenant i cannot vandalize my own place of residence. and since they're so stupid i have yet to listen to the message left after i put them on notice (to never ever contact me again). i would have liked to have filed 2 formal complaints but i was swamped at work, and leaving for vienna. i could try and swing a visit Friday after work, with the cops as my security blanket. if they changed the locks, that would be a dandy. as it means they evicted me illegally.
now, i'm not sure about you, but having your name in the cop's blotter doesn't seem like a very prudent thing to do....hmph. i just have to shake my head in wonderment. what, did they think robbing me of an entire month's rent was kosher? dopey idiots. i wonder if Fl*r* ever figured out her boyfriend was cheating on her. IN HER OWN BED.
whatever, losers.
This post is mainly for Trisha's benefit. In full color detail I can't wait to tell you the sordid story.
Oh, I'll be back in NYC for work Thursday a.m. The Firm (that what it feels like) purchased a business class ticket to replace my Priceline special. I left Friday after work and enjoyed a very different travel experience. Who knew how the other half lived?
Alright.
Sidenote: I checked out my one and only Audio blog in my Audblog media library and giggled. The same person i was mocking for being dense is the one who hooked me up with the travel arrangements.
Vien
K. i did land. and literally did something every waking hour on saturday local time. finally, after much canoodling i was allowed to go to sleep. i woke up on sunday at10 am local time, and proceeded to groan into my pillow for the next two hours. even though the bed is not comfortable (lacking support...it,s the equivalent of a foam top on a base) i justify the extra time sleeping. nothing is open on sundays, so my options for entertainment today involve walking around and looking at more impressive architectural details on state buildings. or, statues that consist of folks qesturing upward in green with gold thrown in for some fun.
well, i could and probably will do this - go to a shop and get some coffee. tarja lives a stoneäs throw away from the center of town. i do have to squeeze in email for work (i totally owe boss #1 something that my good conscious is obligating me to do). ooo but before i do thta iäm taking a bath in the most beautiful tub ever. be back.
FOUL weathered contacts
and you wouldn't be interested in this either?
A LUCIOUS SEXY LADY WHO IS GOOD IN BED, LOVES TO GIVE ORAL SEX, NOT A COLD FISH(PASSIONATED),MUST BE DISCREET(I HAVE A DAUGHTER AND I AM MARRIED), MUST BE DRUG/DISEASE FREE AS I AM AND MUST BE WILLING TO BE THE SILENT OTHER LADY IN MY LIFE( I AM NOT GETTING A DIVORCE FOR MY DAUGHTER'S SAKE ; UNTIL SHE IS 18 )!!!I HAVE PERMISSION TO FOUL AROUND WITH WHO I WANT!!
i bet you he is even lying about his height.
men with small shoes.
sigh.
nerve windk thing that made me laugh. PLEAse. Who answers this kind of an ad? And why waste an effort sending an email out like this?
HA!
oo oo oo!
I saw an Ikea catalogue the other day, and couldn't help but chuckle at the pets section. Check out the hooks here
hey, so queens isn't that far away
i took the local 7 to times square. 17 minutes because of some stalled train. transfer to 1/2/3/9something took me to 18th for a total of 22 minutes.
booyah.
the dog, which was excited to see me then, is now surprised i didn't share my naan with her.
oof.
i am in loooove with my apartment, and my parents for only slightly getting on my nerves. we have now moved EVERYTHING with the following exceptions:
Bed (full box and mattress)
unassembled bookshelf
unassembled closet
desk
carpet which i could toss
potting dirt
detergent
less than 10 items drying in the basement
a small set of things for the bathroom (As If I'd sleep there again)
Oh, a lamp
A craft storage organizer
...and that's it folks. oh, and the organizer i left in the kitch that i'll unscrew. OH, and my mother's outdoor plants. which means i'll probably take the pots i left out there. and the doormat. i'm literally leaving loathe to leave anything they could find useful
hmmmm...last night we squeezed the broker for as much money as we could possibly get. basically enough to cover to cover the fifty dollars i had refused to argue over. long story, but James had given me a gift certificate for dinner for dinner at Good Style Eats at 45th st. One of Matt and Flora's all time favorite places to order caesar salad, generic pasta and fattening things. I took my parents are one long ass day of hauling shift back and forth. although not hungry enough, i kept reminding them of the wonders of doggie bags. and so they ordered every course, and i mooched off of them. (the lobster raviolo special was out, so i went with a chicken something or other.) the waitress was impressed that i remembered to tip on the total dinner order, vs. my cost. ($10).
and boy did we eat. YUM.
erm, what else?
IDEAs from the mom. I'm apparently getting (back) the chair from my original set from Seamans. If it fits in a van rental and the elevator, then I can have it. Woo hoo. AND, I get the rocking chair (refinishing project!) and (!) I am in possession of a hand me down carpet. And (!) well, I am super excited to have moved beyond the trolls.
Tonight before the rentals headed out, I made my dad go into the old homestead. he wanted his tools for the next week, which he had left in my closet. i knew the trolls would be home feeding, stoned and preparing for the sopranos. i unlocked the front door, and in he went. hello to Matt. Up the stairs.
Once in the car, "Hey, did you close the window?" as it's supposed to keep raining off and on tonight. And I still have a my mattress next to the window. And back he was sent. (he may be my dad, but he's a man.) I'm trying to avoid all solo contact with them to prevent "Give me utility money" discussions.
good news for long island visitors - i live near the express way. exit 16 to be exact.
and, as i have no audience for my questionable choices, i unstrung my discount target christmas light chili peppers.
la la la.
So I missed a few things tonight
work went long, i was tired, blah blah.
annoying. but i have no patience for even myself. and so i'm getting ready for bed I read the nytimes. they had a great story on how obsessed pet owners take their COMPANIONS on vacation!
ONly funny to E. as I was recently asking her what O.'s title was.
page two makes reference to a Chihuahua Popsicle so take a skim if you're in the mood to login.
Yep, can't imagine ever cleaning up after a child after tonight
the dog yuked. neatly, but probably as a result of my not catching her fast enough while walking her. i swear she's quicker than she looks. before you know it you just turn to see her greedily gobbling sidewalk fare.
it looked like she puked a small larva cocoon.
YECK.
it could have been worse - i did have to cab it down here in time so she wouldn't 'go' without a walk. (i was working late when i realized it was 7.45)
ok, so today is thursday. yesterday i threw in the towel and packed for the majority of the day. my computer at work was doing funky things, and i was over in major PMS mode. whatever, don't feel like going into detail (thank god you say, how boring;)...but i think i overdid it this. Mondays are always long b/c i somehow manage to cheat myself of sleep Sunday. Tuesday was supposed to be a partial viewing of the new pad with a group trip from one place to the other. instead i saved the heavy carrying when i was solo, Wednesday night. It sucked. And today when I was out the door by 6.30, I was incredibly tired. Unless I work an extra 5 hours tomorrow, i'm only billing 35 hours for the week. And at the rate i've been withdrawing cash from the ATM, i need the hours.
Then, when i took the taxi downtown the dude by the name of Muhamed was in the mood to argue. And so when he told me he couldn't get out of traffic because of my direction - i said typically passengers who don't drive on a daily basis don't need to know the hotspots. And (when he kept going), I told him he could have spoken up IF he knew anything. Afterwhich, I proceeded to explain why i was so annoyed to livea. I think he was just looking for traffic so up his fare. i should have only given him a buck of a tip, but somehow it ended up being two. I was so worried I was running late I just asked for a buck out of a 10. (Fare. 6.80) Jerk.
The plastic surgeon on Extreme Makeover looks like my work neighbor. Kind of odd.
Shhhh - don't tell my mom - last night I went to Target. And bought stuff. Do I need a bamboo wind streamer? Erm, again, no talking to the mom. (In my defense it was on super clearance sale. All of the gardening stuff tends to be on the cheap side in Queens vs. the suburbs.)
I forgot my bra in Sunnyside, so today I wore a tank top with a shelf bra. Talk about liberating. (I wore a fitted sweater over it, but still!)
Alright. Looking for computer stuff. Decided I need the ability to remote into the office. Even if it costs me. It would make my life easier.
