July 2009
16 posts
Worst. Birthday message. Ever.
Yesterday was my 23rd birthday. (Thank you!) I was at work, plugging along with my tasks and feverishly switching back to my Gmail screen where friendly Facebook alerts were popping up, congratulating me on the anniversary of my nascence. And suddenly, I get an email from OkCupid!, my seldomly-used online dating site on which I have a free account. What could this be? “Happy Birthday,...
Thanks Sam- But I think you are really stronger than me. You have accomplished...
– Postcards from Yo Momma would be proud.
But I’m more proud of my mom for being there for me — no ifs, ands, or buts.
Love my mom.
Illustrated Missed Connections. Like a chapter... →
Ever have those days where you just want to fall in love? Today is one of those days.
Special thanks to @seanblanda for passing this along.
Oops. I didn't brag about being in Time Out New... →
An Unsolicited Joke from a Coworker at 8:35 am...
Q: What’s the difference between bird flu and swine flu? A: For bird flu you need tweetment, for swine flu you need oinkment.
I'm moving (back) to NYC
…And my car got broken into last night in Brooklyn. Not a good sign. Good thing I don’t believe in that hooey (I do).
Cardboard Love →
He loves her. Maria. And he tells her everyday, in a unique way, on a piece of cardboard. [or rather, photoshopped onto a piece of cardboard]
love or loathe? I can’t decide.
We've all got it
Ying: I'm frustrated at work. I think I just have to work harder instead of fucking around at work all day.
Ying: I think I have ADD
Erin: I think we all do. I've been at work since 8:30 am and haven't done anything but look up the movie "50 Days of Summer"and read GQ.
Ying: Maybe, but it doesn’t work in my job. Everyone else can pay attention very well and I zone out even when I'm trying not to. That movie looks really good.
20 Things Every Woman Should Do Before Getting... →
—from www.thefrisky.com. I’ve acomplished almost all of these. Except #20, which is a valid point.
There are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you...
– Chuck Klosterman, ‘Killing Yourself to Live’
My high school alma mater has a drug/alcohol... →