Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Interviewing

I just can't seem to convince myself that it isn't weird/bizarre/horribly inappropriate/terribly unprofessional to say the word "boobs" during a job interview, regardless of the context.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Is It the Alcohol or the Lack Of Humidity?

Ah, the weekend update. I never do these on Monday anymore.

The weekend was:

1. Being inspired by a photographer who was nice enough to share a drink with me and encourage me and beg me and say "please do, so I can be inspired if you move back."
2. Seeing people reconnect and wanting the best for them.
3. Free samples!
4. Cousins!
5. Too much to drink. Oh. But cosmos and watermelon martinis.
6. Regretting too much to drink.
7. Goat cheese omelette.
8. Overwhelmed again by Photo Expo.
9. Subscribing for the deal, not the magazine.
10. Lack of planning.
11. Lack of napping.
12. Talking to LBF.
13. Photo taking.
14. Eating Afghani food for the first time and falling in love.
15. Crazy waiter at Afghani restaurant sitting down and betting us a dessert vs. a cappucino for him if we could correctly guess the percentage of the human body that is water.
16. Same waiter asking us to determine what we would change about the world if we could change on thing. I said "Let women run the world!" Screw global warming!
17. Going to bed too early due to still being hung over from the night before.
18. Borat, matinee-style! Funniest. Movie. Ever.
19. Homemade mini muffins!
20. Eggs Sardou!
21. More photo taking.
22. Boredom? What!?!?
23. I Am a Sex Addict. Amazing movie.
24. Terrible conversation with D about "the future."
25. D finally admitting that he's been wrong about marriage and living together being the same thing.
26. Being sad that D finally admitted that marriage and living together are not the same thing.
27. Being horrified when saying out loud "Having a husband who will allow his children to eat candy for breakfast is a dealbreaker."
28. Being horrified at how terribly unromantic the whole thing is.
29. Being horrified that for some people love doesn't matter.
30. Crying instead of eating dinner and then having a peanut butter and banana and honey sandwich which somehow made the whole thing acceptable.

Too Much Sleep

I slept too much last night and had dreams that involved:

1. Myself as Marie Antoinette (curse you, New York Post, for being left in the lunch room open to a weird little article about Marie Antoinette!), being romantically entangled with Johnny Depp who was a member of the court who was going to try to kidnap me so I wouldn't have to continue my loveless relationship with Louis Whichever.

2. Shopping with a coworker who I would never shop with in real life at a store that sold only super balls and weirdly scented lotions, which was owned by an old witch/hag and a talking dolphin.

3. Having a photography job photographing old bridges, Bridges-of-Madison-County- style.

4. Singing in a variety show and being terribly unprepared. And so it begins...

Monday, November 06, 2006

Headlines

Oh my. am New York has a front page headline that says "Sa-damned."

I can't believe someone got paid to write that.