When I quit my job, I stupidly gave three weeks notice. I start my new job on Monday, and although I am super excited, I am trying to play it cool. A whole week off, and I purposely decided not to go anywhere that involves leaving Manhattan.
So today, I slept in until about 10:30, stayed in bed and texted until 11, then got up and did a workout DVD for an hour. Got the mani/pedi, came home and repainted my fingernails. I don't know why I picked this weird white at the salon which turned out to be opaque.
Now that I spent at least two hours getting creamed by my sister in Solitaire Race online, I am going to order some groceries and make myself some flannel pants. Because I wore my old ones until they were threadbare.
I have a million things on my to do list this week, and so far I have not checked off a single thing. No big surprise there. I might get through two seasons of Six Feet Under depending on the turnaround at Netflix. I didn't say they were lofty goals on that to do list.
I finally saw The Bourne Ultimatum. It was good, but the reason I really wanted to see it was because they filmed outside my office. Turns out the CIA office in the movie is directly across the street. When Jason Bourne spies on them, it is supposed to be from my office building.
Hey, I can get excited when I see my bodega and Staples in a movie, can't I?
And Eve woke me up this morning. This is the life at Bryant Park.
The Pick Up artist claims to have all the answers.
Is it just me, or is this guy the skeeviest "man" you have ever seen? I am personally not into the earrings, the rings, the necklace, the NAIL POLISH or the EYELINER. Dude wears more girly stuff than I do.
And the big fuzzy Mad Hatter hat ain't working for me. Or the cowboy hat (doubt he has ever been on a horse). Or the aviator goggles. Are you fucking kidding me? Chicks dig THAT? I might have to denounce myself as a woman.
And I generally find men who sit with that "wide open stance" (a.k.a. take up as much space as you can while sitting) really fucking annoying.
I actually like the nerds better.
Rinse one small potato, poke holes in skin with fork. Wrap in damp paper towel, place in bowl. Put in microwave for five minutes.
And VIOLA! One rubber biscuit!
Shut up. It has been a long time since I nuked a potato. Now I know three minutes is plenty.
You have $100 to spend online in the next hour. How are you going to spend it?
I would send $50 to Wendy in her quest to baldness at http://www.twodolla.org/, and $50 to Styro's quest to Save teh Kittehs http://styro.vox.com/
Well, I scared the grocery delivery guy.
My apartment is decorated in "red boudoir", you know, low lighting...rich, dark fabrics...and since it is a studio, my bed is the first thing you see when you enter. It is hot and humid today, so I am wearing a low cut shirt with no sleeves.
The guy came up with my groceries, and as I was bent over the table signing the delivery slip, I realized the song on the XM 70s station was "Are You Man Enough" by the Four Tops. I stood up, and busted him staring at my tits as Casey Kasem introduced the next song "Behind Closed Doors" by Charlie Rich.
I felt like a john when I handed him the two dollar tip on his way out.
What celebrity do you most often get told you resemble?
Submitted by Leets.Tina Fey, Katie Holmes, and Annabella Lwin (lead singer for Bow Wow Wow. No, I never had a mohawk).
Okay, I am to stupid to figure out how to upload a video, so you will have to cut and paste. It is worth it...
Yesterday, New Yorkers complained about the rain. I love the rain. It is this 82 degree weather with 85 percent humidity I HATE.
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