guys

let's talk. i love bootshatesthat, but I realize its time to move on. I'm packin my shit and goin to tumblr! See you there! 

Bitches don't just happen, they're made.

I cannot get enough of this shit. I apologize, NY Mag, for eyerolls past. Gossip Girl really is the best show ever.

coincidences

it just so happens that two of my very favorite things in life, which are very different, share the same name.

1. Blackberry, the phone
I hate being a lame cliche but my blackberry curve is probably the best thing I purchased last year. I even bought it on a whim, but man, I can't imagine not having it now.

2. Blackberries, the fruit
Have you ever seen a more perfect, beautiful amazing little fruit? I think not. Speaking on appearance alone, how does any old boring banana or mango compare? I mean, LOOK AT IT! Even raspberries never look as juicy and shiny and luscious as blackberries. They're usually all limp and mushy and wilting, not to mention much, much smaller. When you bite into a blacberry, a thousand tiny little water balloons of juice explode. Then there's the taste. Blackberries are so TART and sour that they are the only fruit I don't find to be too sugary or bland (except maybe green apples or concord grapes, but blackberries have them beat on texture). I can eat an entire box of blackberries in one sitting. They are awesome.

"Marriage is a sacred institution between two unwilling teenagers..."

Levi Johnston and Bristol Palin, the teenage daughter of Gov. Sarah Palin, have broken off their engagement, he said Wednesday, about 2 1/2 months after the couple had a baby. ... (Sarah Palin) had said in December that her daughter and Johnston "are committed to accomplish what millions of other young parents have accomplished, to provide a loving and secure environment for their child."

(AP News)

? and the mysterians - 96 Tears

would looooove to be able to play this key line.

Tape Cassette Inserts on Flickr.

categorically, farts are *always* funny

I mean, really, how can you not laugh at that? It's innocent, victimless immature silliness. I declare, if you disagree, there is no joy in your life. And also, I hate you.

(via ben)

SUMMER IS COMING

I love how the year's seasons increase in awesomeness. On the awesome scale (of one to ten, ten equalling maximum awesomeness), spring is probably a 4, then summer is a 7, and of course fall is a certain 10. Winter I'll give one courtesy point for Christmas and snow. Would be a two if I ever ski again. ANYways.

Summer is coming, and in excited anticipation I want to plan all kinds of awesome activities. Like, who wants to join a hipster kickball league? Who wants to drink on patios!? Who wants to hit up every single street fair in Brooklyn? Who wants to become more intimately familiar with such entities as Brighton Beach, the Redhook Pool, the Redhook Street Vendors, the Water Taxi Beach, the Astoria Beer Gardens, Governor's Island, and Other Awesome New York Places? Who wants to not miss a single outdoor movie showing, free concert, and whatever replaces the McCarren Pool Parties? THIS GIRL. Who's with me? YOU ARE. Now taking suggestions.

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on the benefits of quitting my job to become a bartender and/or yoga instructor

+wear what i want
+work the hours that i am best suited to work (i.e. evening)
+hang out in the place that i like to hang out in best (bar! or yoga class!)
+move around instead of sitting like a sedentary blob for 10 hours a day
+interact with a wide variety of people who are probably more like-minded to me than my current 9-5 fare
+play whatever music i want
+become more ingrained in my neighborhood/aware of my community
+become local celebrity (the real motivation for such a move, ha)

on the detriments
-no job security
-no health, 401K benefits, etc.
-a likely pay cut
-no cafeteria (jokes)
-a certain loss of all skills related to my current professional "trade"
-people puke in bars, and other gross dirty work
-no "upward mobility" or "career development"
UPDATE: -not recession-proof

friday afternoons are the best

I'm slightly over-caffeinated, working on a million things that will never get done, New Guy is wearing a retarded hat in the office and pacing back and forth on his bluetooth, its deadline day, and I am extremely excited for 6:00.
Listening to this over and over, which captures my mood perfectly. .

which reminds me

The mantra talk reminded me of the line, "I forgot my mantra" in one of my favorite movies, Annie Hall. Which prompted me to watch the trailer and remind me how much I love, love love this movie.

Annie Hall - Trailer | Movies & TV | SPIKE.com

my mantra

i will NOT respond to internet trolls
i will NOT respond to internet trolls
i will NOT negotiate with terrorists
i WILL sell this house today

i <3 the midwest

Hi mom, this article reminded me of eating cube steak when i was
younger and I thought you might like it!

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/04/dining/04steak.html?_r=1&8dpc

Love,
Erin

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Great article!!!! I especially liked the part where the girl fell off the monkey
bars. I should plan some "nostalgia" meals for Greg and I. We could have
chipped beef over toast, chow mein in a can, of course cube steak with
mushroom soup in the crock pot,fish sticks (I'll be sure to invite Corny), doped up hamburgers, hamburger and mashed potato pie. Yum yum!!!
We are going to try to go skiing 1 more time this Sunday.
Call when you can. Love, Mom

thank you jon stewart

our senators are f-ing morons.