5th grade blues

At my apartment complex they offer a shuttle service to and from the junction where I catch the train to head into the city. There are two stops where they pick me up, mine happens to be the first stop. When I get on in the morning there are usually about 3 others that board the shuttle with me and then we head to the next one. At this stop there about 10 or more people that board. Here's the whiney part of my post: NOBODY WILL SIT WITH ME. What the ef. I must look like a major beyotch in the AM because everyday all of the seats are filled except the one next to me. Takes me back to the schoolyard days when there's was always the last person to be picked for kickball. SOMEONE PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME, Im just a nice girl who wants to be your friend.

please?

I like me.

So in April, Im joining my sister and a few other bloggers (see blog roll on the side) for the April 30-day song challenge. I decided to do this because 1.) i like to talk about myself, as Im sure you're well aware, and 2.) I have great taste in music (and im really modest...) Plus this could be a good opportunity to actually blog everyday, assuming i remember to do so. Don't worry your pretty little faces off though, Im sure I'll find something to complain about inbetween songs. So there you have it. See you on the flip side.

MAKE OVER.

Testing out some new designs, don't mind the construction!

shape up or ship out

So I'm back from my weekend trip to Chicago, things went well, however not completely according to plan, but that will happen. I will say that it is possible for New Yorkers to make me angry even in another state. Yap, it's true.

Boarding a plane en route to the big apple takes FOREVER. This was true when I flew back from Christmas, a wedding in July, and now my mini vacation. The reason is that nobody wants to check their luggage, however refusing to abide by checked luggage regulations. ie their bags are fucking huge. Then the stewards ask these people to check it at the gate and there goes the temper, the rolling of the eyes, because they don't want to have to wait to pick it up. Well NEWS FLASH, we're going to be late anyway because YOU decided to pack your entire house and expected to board a plane with it where everyone else did the same exact thing (except me of course, because I'm perfect. Just kidding, but I did think ahead and could fit mine under my seat. I win). This is where a jet pack would come in handy.

Also, on this mornings commute I saw the inner man-thigh of a homeless person and the black regular coffee I ordered is loaded with sugar and milk.

It's so good to be back!

I'd consider myself a pretty patient person. Read: probably so because i hate confrontation so it's just easier to wait things out. Anyway, when it comes to checking out in the grocery store I'm not going to be that person who walks up and down the aisle to find the shortest line because I know eventually I will find my way to my car and drive happily home.

Last night Laura and I went grocery shopping for a few essentials to get us through the week since Im leaving for Chicago on Friday. When it came to check out time we got in a lane behind lady with two kids and a full cart of groceries. Then we realized there was another cart on the other side of the check out (also theirs) that had already been bagged. No big deal, atleast we didn't get behind her when she had first arrived. So since she's nearing the end of her order, I put my things on the belt and they make their way to the front. Aside from her kid in the cart who was trying to swipe my goods, and a waiting a little bit, things were ok. THEN her husband pulls up in his amigo that was also over flowing with groceries AFTER the lady had swiped her card. What the fuck?! Isn't there a rule that if you are not done grocery shopping you don't go to the line to pay?! Next time I think I will just stand at the front of the line bring all of my friends and call them to bring me things one at a time so I can make sure I don't have to wait for anyone else. Great idea, no? AND during this time of waiting the people behind us changed their kids diaoer...in line...on top of their groceries...AND we were 30 feet from the bathroom. IM BUYING FOOD HERE PEOPLE, seriously.

The point of the story is that I miss Meijer.

Baby, I aint got no money

Yesterday I was on my way home on the subway and there is a man singing. He had a beautiful voice. He was popping out some Three Dog Night tunes which is already a weakness of mine, eventually the song came to an end and he started giving his homeless man speech. These types of things happen all the time, but usually it's just people begging for money by trying to make people feel sorry for them. This man was the compete opposite. This guy was chipper, doing his thing, singing songs, and he was hilarious. Truly gifted. He was telling the crowd that he was not a begger, he was trying to earn anything they were willing to give him. I gave him the only amount of cash I had on me which was only a dollar unfortunately. I would have donated to him anyway because he had spunk, but the thing that sealed the deal was when he yelled "SMILE PEOPLE, IT'S NOT GOING TO RUIN YOUR DAMN HAIR." That, my friends, is true. God bless that man.

Spring Cleaning

I have two habits that happen frequently whilst drinking. It's PG don't worry.

1.) I tend to delete people from my facebook and/or telephone.

2.) I change people's name's in my phonebook to absurd nicknames like "Big Daddy Rock," "Bico," and "Eggs"


The first becomes difficult because after I change someone's name, I usually have no idea who it is later. For instance "Frank's Mom" -- I don't know a Frank, or maybe I do, nor am I friends with his mom. This is the great mystery of the week. Someone PLEASE tell me who the f Frank's Mom is. Please?

Also, if I haven't called you in awhile and you're angry, now you know why.