Not That I Believe In This Kind of Stuff
But it all makes sense now. Or not so much sense… Either way, it’s just easier to think that there’s something else out there controlling the strings, that what has been, what is and what will be is not up to little ol’ me. Just got this from a tarot card reader/astrologer I know: As you may or may not know we have just had a very power full moon in Capricorn coupled...
Full Moon Mission Complete
Saturday (Full Moon): Make one of those “right” decisions that feels really wrong in the heart. Lose the tenuous grasp on heart. Cry a lot.
Approaching Full Moon (It's Today!) Run Down
Wednesday (3 days till full moon): See professionally dressed man in full suit and shiny shoes passed out cold on sidewalk, duffel bag a few feet away. People are staring, crowd is forming, no one is doing anything. While man calls 911, I check to see if he is still breathing. Barely. I move his duffel bag, his only possession, which is surprisingly heavy, near him. Thursday (2 days till full...
Reason #54 Why I Miss My Parents
Because they love their replacement child just as much as they love me and my sister. A week doesn’t go by that I don’t get emails (see: Reason #81 Why I Miss My Parents) concerning Cashew. This photo (and four others) was sent to demonstrate her resemblance to Reason #81 (that’s a stuffed mini Doberman under her chin). Isn’t she the most presh!!!!?
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Restaurant Etiquette Rule #1
Don’t leave your trash on the table when you leave. By trash, I mean empty coffee cups from Starbucks; half-finished Aquafina water bottles; Welch’s juice boxes; Daily Post newspapers; Anne Klein shopping bags; etc—you get the picture. It’s rude. If you’ve got some rubbish you need getting rid of, either take it with you and dispose of it in a trashcan in the...
Mac, the Genuis Bar Where Everbody Knows My Name
Baby computer is back. She seems to be up and running fine, nothing missing, nothing out of the ordinary. Let’s hope the 7th time is a charm.
School's Out for Summer!
This is not posed. This is not made up. This is not a joke. This is a real photograph of a real person I met in real life. This is my boyfriend’s best friend, Marco, circa 1988ish, after his 6th grade graduation. He was not trying to look sinister; he was not trying to be silly; he is not trying to imitate a cartoon villain. He is simply casually having his photo taken. The wicker...
BFE = Brooklyn Fucking Egypt
Mother of Melanie's Playdate: So where do you live?
Me: Bushwick area.
Me: It's in Brooklyn.
Mother: Oooohhhh. You know, I've lived in New York 20 years now and I've only been to Brooklyn twice.
Reason #81 Why I Miss My Parents
They emailed me this because it looks like our dog, Cashew: Mom saw this and I have to agree it sure looks like our dog. Though you might get a kick out of it and the story that is along with it. Love u dad and mom
Guess where I was today? Yup, my fucking fucking computer is fritzing once again. Today marks my FIFTH trip to the Genius Bar. Edgar immediately recognized me. “But this is the new machine we gave you, right?” he said. Yes Edgar, it is, and yes Edgar, something is wrong with it. This time, the screen is fucked up and an inch’s worth on the left hand side is all fuzzy and...
Dude, It's So Not My Blog's Birthday
So after getting the lovely b-day email from Tumblr this morning annoucing it’s my blog’s 2nd birthday, and then having it pointed out to me that if it’s been a year, it’s actually turning 1, not 2, I decided to do some intel. Turns out, Tumblr’s stupid. I thought it seemed preemptive. I started my blog on October 1, 2009. That would make today my blog’s very...
“If Bangladesh can ban plastic bags and see the... →