Tuesday, November 26, 2002
HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY TO MY WONDERFUL BROTHER!
I just wish he was able to celebrate it today. Poor kid is stuck out in the field doing ARMY maneuvers until 12/17/02.
I love you Winfield.
Can't stop playing the Justin Timberlake CD over and over! I might need some serious therapy if I ever lose or damage this disc. Seriously, I am falling madly in love. Before it was just a deep yearning. Now it's full blown obsession. I'm comfortable with that.
Had a great shift last night at the Gap. They put me on register again and I shined shined shined! At about 8pm, I took my 15 minute break and while I was standing there smoking my cigarette, Ari appears out of nowhere, walking her baby boy.
In this case, baby boy = a dog named Riley.
Don't get nervous ya'll; she don't got no human baby yet.
Phew. I don't know if I am ready to be a father yet.
We smoked a butt together and then she went back to her apartment.
At 9:15pm, I took my 45 minute break and scooted on over to her pad and we smoked a bong together and I was able to rest my weary legs. It was the best 45 minutes of my whole day. After I returned to work, stoned and happy, the night just FLEW by. I may have to consider smoking pot during every shift. Even if it means hiding out in the fitting rooms with my new bong.
I think they'd be cool with that.
As I was walking back from Ari's apartment, I stepped within inches of a hypodermic needle. Yes, NYC really does have needles lying on the ground.
SICK!
and scary!
and I also used it cuz I wanted to know what it felt like to share a needle with a stranger.
BTW, it felt kinda good.
I got home around 1am and Kelly, Rita, Angie and I sang La Cucaracha while Angie smashed the shit out of her "Hello Kitty" Pinata. Rita had stocked the thing FULL with amazing candy. We all ate one piece together, talked a bit more, and then it was time for bed. I think my head hit the pillow some time around 2:15am.
A very long day.
I am off work tonight so I am THRILLED to go home, drink a few glasses of wine, sing for a bit, put away my laundry, and relax my worn and torn body. What a great and QUIET evening it will be. Actually, Kelly's parents are coming into town tonight instead of tomorrow due to this supposed "massive snowstorm we are going to get tonight". I don't know how much I believe in it, but it would be pretty exciting to wake up to snow on the ground. And right before Thanksgiving. To me, that is a beautiful thing. If there is more than 2 inches on the ground, I will be creating a snow man masterpiece outside my bedroom window. Then I will pee on it so that it looks just like a true to form NY'er snowman.
Everyone walks around with pee on them here. It's just how things are done.
I guess Paul signed his lease yesterday. He called me at work ONCE during the whole day, but I happened to be out at lunch. Then he never called back. He is switching his service on his cell phone, so it has been out of commission for the last couple of days. Also, his home phone has no long distance because he and his roommate have cellies (as they call them) (trust me, my boyfriend really ISN'T flaming). I have no idea if he is living or dead at this point. Imagine he moved to Idaho or something and never told me? This whole time I thought he was signing a lease in NYC, but in reality he was just playing me for a fool.
I hate foolery.
So one more ridiculous thing before I go finish up my bullshit work related nonsense...
Yesterday morning, when my alarm went off, Z100 (my flavorite radio station) was talking about the Sopranos episode from the night before. Now, I don't watch the Sopranos, cuz I simply don't have the time, but they played a scene from Sunday night's episode. In the scene, Tony is telling Dr. Malfey (Malfee? MalFe? stuart?) that he doesn't want to participate in anymore therapy sessions with her. She tells him that he should just come back for one more session and he says "No, I'm done". Then he proceeds to shoot her in the face. She screams and hits the floor. Dead.
You see...he kills her cuz she knows too much about him.
I GASP and wonder why I haven't found the time to watch this show. What a cool concept. They proceeded to talk about the episode at great length and I immediatly found my conversation piece for the day.
As soon as Ari came into work, I asked her if she had seen the episode. She said "no" and I pumped it up like nobody's bihness. I told her that the episode was HUGE and that she should do all that she could to avoid any sort of recap on it during the day, so as not to spoil it for herself. I talked about it ALL day.
Then last night when I got home, I did the same thing with Kelly, who has as of late, been watching the show. Both of them were curious and thrilled to see what the big deal was.
This morning when my alarm went off, Z100 was fielding angry phone calls from listeners who were questioning why Z100 would pull such a horrible prank on their listeners.
I find out that they made up the entire thing. The scene I heard on the radio was exerpts from past episodes and it was put together so BRILLIANTLY that everyone bought right into it.
I was DUPED by Z100 and that makes me embarrassed as well as totally overjoyed. I don't fool easily and they got me!
That makes two times in the last year that I have fallen for media pranks.
Remember the Real World Vancouver bullshit from a couple months ago?
Well, that one made me physically angry.
This stunt makes me smile and think to myself:
"Why am I such a ridiculous monster?"
Alrighty all!
Have a great night and think about this final thought:
"If a comedianne boofs on a subway, does the humor of it all make the smell worth it?"
yikes. I need sleep.
I just wish he was able to celebrate it today. Poor kid is stuck out in the field doing ARMY maneuvers until 12/17/02.
I love you Winfield.
Can't stop playing the Justin Timberlake CD over and over! I might need some serious therapy if I ever lose or damage this disc. Seriously, I am falling madly in love. Before it was just a deep yearning. Now it's full blown obsession. I'm comfortable with that.
Had a great shift last night at the Gap. They put me on register again and I shined shined shined! At about 8pm, I took my 15 minute break and while I was standing there smoking my cigarette, Ari appears out of nowhere, walking her baby boy.
In this case, baby boy = a dog named Riley.
Don't get nervous ya'll; she don't got no human baby yet.
Phew. I don't know if I am ready to be a father yet.
We smoked a butt together and then she went back to her apartment.
At 9:15pm, I took my 45 minute break and scooted on over to her pad and we smoked a bong together and I was able to rest my weary legs. It was the best 45 minutes of my whole day. After I returned to work, stoned and happy, the night just FLEW by. I may have to consider smoking pot during every shift. Even if it means hiding out in the fitting rooms with my new bong.
I think they'd be cool with that.
As I was walking back from Ari's apartment, I stepped within inches of a hypodermic needle. Yes, NYC really does have needles lying on the ground.
SICK!
and scary!
and I also used it cuz I wanted to know what it felt like to share a needle with a stranger.
BTW, it felt kinda good.
I got home around 1am and Kelly, Rita, Angie and I sang La Cucaracha while Angie smashed the shit out of her "Hello Kitty" Pinata. Rita had stocked the thing FULL with amazing candy. We all ate one piece together, talked a bit more, and then it was time for bed. I think my head hit the pillow some time around 2:15am.
A very long day.
I am off work tonight so I am THRILLED to go home, drink a few glasses of wine, sing for a bit, put away my laundry, and relax my worn and torn body. What a great and QUIET evening it will be. Actually, Kelly's parents are coming into town tonight instead of tomorrow due to this supposed "massive snowstorm we are going to get tonight". I don't know how much I believe in it, but it would be pretty exciting to wake up to snow on the ground. And right before Thanksgiving. To me, that is a beautiful thing. If there is more than 2 inches on the ground, I will be creating a snow man masterpiece outside my bedroom window. Then I will pee on it so that it looks just like a true to form NY'er snowman.
Everyone walks around with pee on them here. It's just how things are done.
I guess Paul signed his lease yesterday. He called me at work ONCE during the whole day, but I happened to be out at lunch. Then he never called back. He is switching his service on his cell phone, so it has been out of commission for the last couple of days. Also, his home phone has no long distance because he and his roommate have cellies (as they call them) (trust me, my boyfriend really ISN'T flaming). I have no idea if he is living or dead at this point. Imagine he moved to Idaho or something and never told me? This whole time I thought he was signing a lease in NYC, but in reality he was just playing me for a fool.
I hate foolery.
So one more ridiculous thing before I go finish up my bullshit work related nonsense...
Yesterday morning, when my alarm went off, Z100 (my flavorite radio station) was talking about the Sopranos episode from the night before. Now, I don't watch the Sopranos, cuz I simply don't have the time, but they played a scene from Sunday night's episode. In the scene, Tony is telling Dr. Malfey (Malfee? MalFe? stuart?) that he doesn't want to participate in anymore therapy sessions with her. She tells him that he should just come back for one more session and he says "No, I'm done". Then he proceeds to shoot her in the face. She screams and hits the floor. Dead.
You see...he kills her cuz she knows too much about him.
I GASP and wonder why I haven't found the time to watch this show. What a cool concept. They proceeded to talk about the episode at great length and I immediatly found my conversation piece for the day.
As soon as Ari came into work, I asked her if she had seen the episode. She said "no" and I pumped it up like nobody's bihness. I told her that the episode was HUGE and that she should do all that she could to avoid any sort of recap on it during the day, so as not to spoil it for herself. I talked about it ALL day.
Then last night when I got home, I did the same thing with Kelly, who has as of late, been watching the show. Both of them were curious and thrilled to see what the big deal was.
This morning when my alarm went off, Z100 was fielding angry phone calls from listeners who were questioning why Z100 would pull such a horrible prank on their listeners.
I find out that they made up the entire thing. The scene I heard on the radio was exerpts from past episodes and it was put together so BRILLIANTLY that everyone bought right into it.
I was DUPED by Z100 and that makes me embarrassed as well as totally overjoyed. I don't fool easily and they got me!
That makes two times in the last year that I have fallen for media pranks.
Remember the Real World Vancouver bullshit from a couple months ago?
Well, that one made me physically angry.
This stunt makes me smile and think to myself:
"Why am I such a ridiculous monster?"
Alrighty all!
Have a great night and think about this final thought:
"If a comedianne boofs on a subway, does the humor of it all make the smell worth it?"
yikes. I need sleep.
