Greetings, snow bunnies and ski bums...
What's going on? Me, I hibernated this weekend (you know, snow and all). I'd like to work out tonight after work; I fear I'm developing a sore throat.
Sorry...I'm distracted from my thoughts. There's an idiot sitting next to me, reading the paper OUT LOUD (little known fact--the first sign of mental retardation is reading out loud).
My goal for the week: exercise every day, except for Monday (!), eat right (I'll start tomorrow), find excitement at my job (who am I kidding?), the guy's reading again...I'm too distracted.
I'll get back to you later...bye...
Monday, January 24, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Free form
Dressed like a Yeti this morning, I was fully prepared to go to the gym today but other things came up. To be honest, I did not want to deal with the gym 'tards today (the ones who go over the 30-minute limit, pretend like no-one knows...I KNOW...leave their sweat on the machines...dirty bastards). There's always tomorrow.
Aren't you tired of people opening their blogs by saying "it's cold". We know. BRRRR. Hence, dress like a Yeti.
Are you keeping up your New Year's Resolutions? Me, not so much. I barely schedule the time to shave my legs. Damn you, 2005... you creep upon me like a fungus. But hey, at least I don't smoke.
Ah, that's enough of my yapping.
Aren't you tired of people opening their blogs by saying "it's cold". We know. BRRRR. Hence, dress like a Yeti.
Are you keeping up your New Year's Resolutions? Me, not so much. I barely schedule the time to shave my legs. Damn you, 2005... you creep upon me like a fungus. But hey, at least I don't smoke.
Ah, that's enough of my yapping.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
The Glossary of My Personal Peeves
There are just too many; let me start here.
I'm watching this movie Anything Else; great God, this movie sucks.
I was reminded of so many things that aggravate me:
1.NEW YORK-
Overpriced, overtaxed, 5 boroughs of overrated hype.
2.Manhattan-
Listen up: I grew up on the Upper East Side, so don't say a word.
It's inhabited by people who are from the sticks, who get a high paying
job, pay $2800 a month for a studio, then act like they're native N.Y.'ers because they've gone to the latest museum exhibit and they can
rattle of the names of the latest clubs and restaurants... Please--you're from Ohio!
3.Stupid Things In Movies-
a.Groceries in paper bags. Okay, movie makers--obviously, you haven't
been in a supermarket in a while--paper hasn't been used since oh--1988.
4. Sex in Films--
Don't get hot and clammy--all I want to say is this: diaphragm? Come on--who still uses one of those things?
It's like the 8 track tape of birth control devices.
5.Toxicogenic co-workers--Know any? Me, I would have to say yes.
(I'm trying to be diplomatic)
Here's 5 for now; more later as I'm off to be domestic.
I'm watching this movie Anything Else; great God, this movie sucks.
I was reminded of so many things that aggravate me:
1.NEW YORK-
Overpriced, overtaxed, 5 boroughs of overrated hype.
2.Manhattan-
Listen up: I grew up on the Upper East Side, so don't say a word.
It's inhabited by people who are from the sticks, who get a high paying
job, pay $2800 a month for a studio, then act like they're native N.Y.'ers because they've gone to the latest museum exhibit and they can
rattle of the names of the latest clubs and restaurants... Please--you're from Ohio!
3.Stupid Things In Movies-
a.Groceries in paper bags. Okay, movie makers--obviously, you haven't
been in a supermarket in a while--paper hasn't been used since oh--1988.
4. Sex in Films--
Don't get hot and clammy--all I want to say is this: diaphragm? Come on--who still uses one of those things?
It's like the 8 track tape of birth control devices.
5.Toxicogenic co-workers--Know any? Me, I would have to say yes.
(I'm trying to be diplomatic)
Here's 5 for now; more later as I'm off to be domestic.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Bad morning at Foggy Bottom
For my first official blog, let me start with a quote: "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany".
I use this because:
a) I'm a Star Wars geek (complete with Princess Leia costume)
b) I'm describing a typical workplace
...OR...
c) public transportation
If you picked "C", you are correct sir.
Now let me tell you about my morning ride:
Reading The Post, trying to keep myself awake (yes, The Post, not The Times--too expensive, but only for Nigella Lawson every other week), eventually I decide to stand to try to kill time, staring out the window, trying to discern shapes in this sea of fog. Suddenly it seems that voices are piping up; two, to be exact. Bodies tumble to the groung. Kicking. Biting. Scratching. Two teens--no, two fully grown women. This display seemingly goes on forever. Finally, one middle- aged woman finally steps in to stop the fracas and gets caught in the melee of airbrushed nails and braids. Of course, what fight wouldn't be complete without the security guard? Yes, I know he's a professional--it says so on his jacket. Three other women start yelling out, "ladies, please; we're all adults", to which one woman on the ground said "I'm gonna kick yo' ass, bitch".
Where was I? In the back. I'm no fool. Considering an old woman got cold cocked by one of the women and others had been pushed or pulled. I was happy to stay in the back and watch the Gladiator fight. All we needed was a tiger and Russell Crowe in his metal skirt.
The fun ended, as it always does. One woman (the one who proabably started it) yelled out that she was going to "arrest the animal who assaulted me", screaming at the deckhands to get the cops. Me, I haul ass outta there.
Women are the fairer sex?
I use this because:
a) I'm a Star Wars geek (complete with Princess Leia costume)
b) I'm describing a typical workplace
...OR...
c) public transportation
If you picked "C", you are correct sir.
Now let me tell you about my morning ride:
Reading The Post, trying to keep myself awake (yes, The Post, not The Times--too expensive, but only for Nigella Lawson every other week), eventually I decide to stand to try to kill time, staring out the window, trying to discern shapes in this sea of fog. Suddenly it seems that voices are piping up; two, to be exact. Bodies tumble to the groung. Kicking. Biting. Scratching. Two teens--no, two fully grown women. This display seemingly goes on forever. Finally, one middle- aged woman finally steps in to stop the fracas and gets caught in the melee of airbrushed nails and braids. Of course, what fight wouldn't be complete without the security guard? Yes, I know he's a professional--it says so on his jacket. Three other women start yelling out, "ladies, please; we're all adults", to which one woman on the ground said "I'm gonna kick yo' ass, bitch".
Where was I? In the back. I'm no fool. Considering an old woman got cold cocked by one of the women and others had been pushed or pulled. I was happy to stay in the back and watch the Gladiator fight. All we needed was a tiger and Russell Crowe in his metal skirt.
The fun ended, as it always does. One woman (the one who proabably started it) yelled out that she was going to "arrest the animal who assaulted me", screaming at the deckhands to get the cops. Me, I haul ass outta there.
Women are the fairer sex?
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Hello!
Hello my friends and future fans! It was decided that I (of all people) should join the blog nation. More details to come... thanks for logging in. (there's wine and cheese as you leave by the door but please--a 2 drink minimum and tip the waitress; she works hard for the money)
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