My trip to the post office last night was for a delicious little treat known as the 25th Anniversary Special Release of The Last Unicorn on DVD. Thank you, Brother. We used to watch this non-stop. I can't believe it was 25 years ago. I can't believe how time has flown. I can't believe that the music is by America and I had no idea.
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Have you seen this? I don't even know what to think. I go from feeling heartbroken (our poor boys) to immensely pissed off (because I can't believe that this is still going on) to feeling uplifted (because there is true love in this world). These two have a long road ahead of them and I wish them them the best.
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I am craving moshi and am hoping that it will magically appear at my apartment tonight. D is good at finding things.
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I hope karaoke doesn't turn into a mess tonight like it did last time.
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I had a wonderful conversation last night that undid many bad things. Things are settling down, and I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I am proud that she's letting herself feel the way she feels instead of allowing others to influence her. I am happy she's being herself. I hated it more than anything when she wasn't, and now I can explain it to her and she understands.
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Many people are bored at work today.
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I want it to be 8:00 now!
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Have good weekends!
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sobbing Idiot
We ended up seeing Dreamgirls last night because we were dismissed early from work! Woo! The city was a blanket of gray snow, like some sort of weird ashen post-apocalypse from Terminator.
I don't know what is wrong with me lately, but I cry during movies. During the big Jennifer Hudson scene, I sobbed to the point where I was choking and actually couldn't see through the tears. You know, snorting, causing a scene, etc. I guess the idea of love lost is a bit much to handle on Valentine's Day.
I also think I have many emotions that I'm choosing to regularly ignore. This cause them to surface at weird times, such as during movies starring Beyonce, who wasn't nearly as annoying as I'd anticipated.
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I have to pick something up at the post office and I don't know what it is. I don't see why they can't tell me, at the very least, the size of it over the phone. I have to stop by Food Emporium post-post office to buy round 1 of snacks for the party tomorrow, and I need to know if this will be possible while carrying whatever awaits me at the post office. You would think it would be in their best interest for me to not wait in line for an hour when there's no chance of my being able to carry whatever the package is. I don't know. It's probably a magazine or something.
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I've decided not to cook anything for the party (other than carmelizing some strawberries and melting brie), since it is going to be short and since it's my birthday and I won't cook if I don't want to. It's too cold. I'm too lazy. There's too much going on.
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It's cold out. Real cold. And windy. And annoying, because there's mad traffic outside and they won't be quiet. Stop with the honking! You are warm in your cars! I don't want to hear it!
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Sister is coming tomorrow night with The New Man and I can't contain my excitement. I just can't. I will be useless at work tomorrow because of the anticipation. We will have much fun! Drinks! Karaoke! Tapas! Tofu cheesecake! Dancing! Movies! Yeah! Apparently he is excited as well, thus proving, before even meeting him, that he will be better than the other one.
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Anyone have a good suggestion for a sauce to put over gorgonzola ravioli? Thanks!
I don't know what is wrong with me lately, but I cry during movies. During the big Jennifer Hudson scene, I sobbed to the point where I was choking and actually couldn't see through the tears. You know, snorting, causing a scene, etc. I guess the idea of love lost is a bit much to handle on Valentine's Day.
I also think I have many emotions that I'm choosing to regularly ignore. This cause them to surface at weird times, such as during movies starring Beyonce, who wasn't nearly as annoying as I'd anticipated.
***
I have to pick something up at the post office and I don't know what it is. I don't see why they can't tell me, at the very least, the size of it over the phone. I have to stop by Food Emporium post-post office to buy round 1 of snacks for the party tomorrow, and I need to know if this will be possible while carrying whatever awaits me at the post office. You would think it would be in their best interest for me to not wait in line for an hour when there's no chance of my being able to carry whatever the package is. I don't know. It's probably a magazine or something.
***
I've decided not to cook anything for the party (other than carmelizing some strawberries and melting brie), since it is going to be short and since it's my birthday and I won't cook if I don't want to. It's too cold. I'm too lazy. There's too much going on.
***
It's cold out. Real cold. And windy. And annoying, because there's mad traffic outside and they won't be quiet. Stop with the honking! You are warm in your cars! I don't want to hear it!
***
Sister is coming tomorrow night with The New Man and I can't contain my excitement. I just can't. I will be useless at work tomorrow because of the anticipation. We will have much fun! Drinks! Karaoke! Tapas! Tofu cheesecake! Dancing! Movies! Yeah! Apparently he is excited as well, thus proving, before even meeting him, that he will be better than the other one.
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Anyone have a good suggestion for a sauce to put over gorgonzola ravioli? Thanks!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Valentine
It is positively vile outside but I do not care, because I finally got to use the new umbrella. And what luck! I got to try the new boots at the same time. Both = success! I am warm, dry, and cute.
We've been wishing for snow and when we finally get it, it instantly turns to brown slush. Luckily we got to witness a bit of it last night before the weather turned ghastly.
Last night's "let's just stay for an hour" morphed into 5 hours of complete drunkenness. I choked up when I said "good-bye" to him (seeing his face was enough to reduce all of we girls to blubbering idiots) and choked up even more when I considered saying good-bye to everyone. It's never the job itself that you miss. People have been leaving at an alarming rate, we have one of these a week it seems, and they're always shared. Mine will be soon, shared, and messy. I'll only be a few hours away but it won't be the same. There will be no mass debauchery. I know I'm not important enough to merit a Friday night gathering when I announce "I'm going to be in NYC! Everyone come play!"
Things change, and I have to remind myself that they are changing for the better and this sort of thing is normal. I don't miss non-work friends, because those friends stay in your life. Work-friends are work-friends, and when work is removed from the equation sometimes it sometimes doesn't work. It's a natural progression, but still sad.
Last night was so very fun. One of the most fun nights I've had in NYC. We've all been under too much stress, and we needed to all be together and be insane. We ordered pizzas and devoured them within seconds. We gossipped about the people who weren't there. We learned new things about people who were. We gushed with affection and brought certain things to an end. I wonder if he knows how his leaving affects so many things.
The girls were greeted by Valentine candies this morning. We couldn't solve the mystery because normally we'd assume that he left them.
It feels good to be hung over (I would give a limb right now for scrambled eggs). I feel like this whole saving-money-thing has prevented me from having fun. As someone said last night, one should celebrate constantly during one's birthday month and with this I agree!
D and I were going to go out tonight. In the past D has been anti-Valentine's Day. Well, not anti-Valentine's Day but anti-going-out-when-everyone's-going-out. We'd made no plans and agreed not to do anything, but yesterday he called and said "There are all these things going on tomorrow night - do you want to go to any of them?"
This resulted in a weird conversation where I was like "Well, do you?" and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy - when you're happy, I'm happy" and I was like "Well, I don't really want to do any of those things but if you're asking me out on a date because you want to do them, I totally want to go, because if going would make you happy, then that's what I want." We're such idiots. It's not that I didn't want to go to any of them - I just knew I'd be feeling a little woozy from the night before and wouldn't necessarily want to be out late, spending money, drinking again, etc. I said "Well, if you want me to be happy, then I would like you to come to see Dreamgirls with me and maybe we can go out for dinner beforehand." He got very excited (!) and made plans. It was adorable. I think he must secretly like Valentine's Day, because all previous attempts to get him to see Dreamgirls with me have failed miserably.
Now, however, I am tired and the weather is grotesque and I didn't do laundry last night, and I need to clean the apartment and probably get much sleep tonight in preparation for the weekend's festivities - party at the apartment on Friday, karaoke, tapas and hopefully vegetarian cheesecake and dancing on Saturday - and we can go to Dreamgirls whenever we want. I think he's disappointed. I mentioned today that I can finally take a normal length lunch (lately I've been doing ten minute lunches because I've been so busy), and he was like "Oh! Do you want to go somewhere? What about this? What about that?" He didn't realize that by normal I meant I would be eating for a half hour (most people here lunch for hours), but how cute is he? He's adorable. I can't stand it.
I guess that's what Valentine's Day is about. It's not candy or flowers or poems. It's seeing your boyrfiend, who you live with, want to spend time with you and make you happy. And wanting to make him happy.
I'm so lucky.
Oh. And pretend I'm sending cute cyber-Valentine's to you. Thanks for reading, if anyone's still out there.
We've been wishing for snow and when we finally get it, it instantly turns to brown slush. Luckily we got to witness a bit of it last night before the weather turned ghastly.
Last night's "let's just stay for an hour" morphed into 5 hours of complete drunkenness. I choked up when I said "good-bye" to him (seeing his face was enough to reduce all of we girls to blubbering idiots) and choked up even more when I considered saying good-bye to everyone. It's never the job itself that you miss. People have been leaving at an alarming rate, we have one of these a week it seems, and they're always shared. Mine will be soon, shared, and messy. I'll only be a few hours away but it won't be the same. There will be no mass debauchery. I know I'm not important enough to merit a Friday night gathering when I announce "I'm going to be in NYC! Everyone come play!"
Things change, and I have to remind myself that they are changing for the better and this sort of thing is normal. I don't miss non-work friends, because those friends stay in your life. Work-friends are work-friends, and when work is removed from the equation sometimes it sometimes doesn't work. It's a natural progression, but still sad.
Last night was so very fun. One of the most fun nights I've had in NYC. We've all been under too much stress, and we needed to all be together and be insane. We ordered pizzas and devoured them within seconds. We gossipped about the people who weren't there. We learned new things about people who were. We gushed with affection and brought certain things to an end. I wonder if he knows how his leaving affects so many things.
The girls were greeted by Valentine candies this morning. We couldn't solve the mystery because normally we'd assume that he left them.
It feels good to be hung over (I would give a limb right now for scrambled eggs). I feel like this whole saving-money-thing has prevented me from having fun. As someone said last night, one should celebrate constantly during one's birthday month and with this I agree!
D and I were going to go out tonight. In the past D has been anti-Valentine's Day. Well, not anti-Valentine's Day but anti-going-out-when-everyone's-going-out. We'd made no plans and agreed not to do anything, but yesterday he called and said "There are all these things going on tomorrow night - do you want to go to any of them?"
This resulted in a weird conversation where I was like "Well, do you?" and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy - when you're happy, I'm happy" and I was like "Well, I don't really want to do any of those things but if you're asking me out on a date because you want to do them, I totally want to go, because if going would make you happy, then that's what I want." We're such idiots. It's not that I didn't want to go to any of them - I just knew I'd be feeling a little woozy from the night before and wouldn't necessarily want to be out late, spending money, drinking again, etc. I said "Well, if you want me to be happy, then I would like you to come to see Dreamgirls with me and maybe we can go out for dinner beforehand." He got very excited (!) and made plans. It was adorable. I think he must secretly like Valentine's Day, because all previous attempts to get him to see Dreamgirls with me have failed miserably.
Now, however, I am tired and the weather is grotesque and I didn't do laundry last night, and I need to clean the apartment and probably get much sleep tonight in preparation for the weekend's festivities - party at the apartment on Friday, karaoke, tapas and hopefully vegetarian cheesecake and dancing on Saturday - and we can go to Dreamgirls whenever we want. I think he's disappointed. I mentioned today that I can finally take a normal length lunch (lately I've been doing ten minute lunches because I've been so busy), and he was like "Oh! Do you want to go somewhere? What about this? What about that?" He didn't realize that by normal I meant I would be eating for a half hour (most people here lunch for hours), but how cute is he? He's adorable. I can't stand it.
I guess that's what Valentine's Day is about. It's not candy or flowers or poems. It's seeing your boyrfiend, who you live with, want to spend time with you and make you happy. And wanting to make him happy.
I'm so lucky.
Oh. And pretend I'm sending cute cyber-Valentine's to you. Thanks for reading, if anyone's still out there.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Worse
On days like these I worry about not having an office to go to. Freelancing is awesome for flexibility, but maybe flexibility sucks when you don't have something constant in your life. I wonder if I'll miss the occasional drunken lunch with soon-to-be-gone coworkers. I wonder if I'll care about anyone professionally.
I had too much wine, and am thus relaxed and stress-free.
My alleged birthday party is this weekend and it seems like nobody can come because of the President's Day conflict, which is terribly ironic given that as a child I always had this issue but this year my birthday is not on president's day weekend but I still have to celebrate it then because of the potential wedding conflict.
The weekend was busy but good. Friday night was dinner and drinks with D and MY. A coconut martini and key lime pie martini were unplanned but necessary. Saturday was Little Children with R followed by aimless wandering in midtown and then cookies and photos at ICP. R and I met up with D and coordinated a spontaneous fondue dinner party with too much wine, after which I met up with NR for free Lilly Allen at Webster Hall. We met up with D in the East Village and did some minor socializing, then went to another function in the East Village where we talked some more. I was tired and lacking in plans and decided to go home. I hadn't taken a cab in forever. I guess I really am saving money. Sunday was Notes on a Scandal with D and then lunch with E and then errands and then road trip to sad NJ Target and then cold-caused exhaustion.
Tonight - more drinks! Yeah! So sad to say farewell to someone who makes your days better. He's off to brighter places and a better future, so I am sad for me but thrilled for him. Things like this are finite - I'm never going to see him again, and I don't like that. Things will be different here with him gone. They will be worse, wrong.
Such is life, such is adulthood. You're less deluded with more years of experience.
I think I need more wine.
Until tomorrow...
I had too much wine, and am thus relaxed and stress-free.
My alleged birthday party is this weekend and it seems like nobody can come because of the President's Day conflict, which is terribly ironic given that as a child I always had this issue but this year my birthday is not on president's day weekend but I still have to celebrate it then because of the potential wedding conflict.
The weekend was busy but good. Friday night was dinner and drinks with D and MY. A coconut martini and key lime pie martini were unplanned but necessary. Saturday was Little Children with R followed by aimless wandering in midtown and then cookies and photos at ICP. R and I met up with D and coordinated a spontaneous fondue dinner party with too much wine, after which I met up with NR for free Lilly Allen at Webster Hall. We met up with D in the East Village and did some minor socializing, then went to another function in the East Village where we talked some more. I was tired and lacking in plans and decided to go home. I hadn't taken a cab in forever. I guess I really am saving money. Sunday was Notes on a Scandal with D and then lunch with E and then errands and then road trip to sad NJ Target and then cold-caused exhaustion.
Tonight - more drinks! Yeah! So sad to say farewell to someone who makes your days better. He's off to brighter places and a better future, so I am sad for me but thrilled for him. Things like this are finite - I'm never going to see him again, and I don't like that. Things will be different here with him gone. They will be worse, wrong.
Such is life, such is adulthood. You're less deluded with more years of experience.
I think I need more wine.
Until tomorrow...
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