December 2009
Damnit. Where is my “dancing around in a robe with a towel on my head while putting on makeup/getting dressed” montage music?
Post a picture of yourself without pants? -10...
Thanks for that boost in the ol’ self-esteem department there, Tumblr.
WTS Brightsider? I thought I was already following you.
I just found out I was supposed to be a “Sarah.” I was Baxter in the womb but when I popped out that changed (not that my parents would have saddled me with Baxter anyway— I was just named that because it was allegedly where I was conceived). My mother had the name all picked out because there weren’t that many Sarahs around at that time and she always liked it. But then...
Karaoke!
miltnr:
As announced earlier this week, Mo and I have actually organized karaoke for this evening. Hooray!
Before you head to your various New Year’s Eve Eve festivities, come to K-Town from 8-10 pm and sing your face off for a few hours. Details here. Come one, come all!
And God says, "Really? After all that...you named... →
What with ZombieCon and SantaCon, my brother and I have been talking for years about how we’re really missing another golden opportunity to barhop in a large group, frighten/intrigue tourists, and round out the ‘Con season. The rule of three, right? Plus this ’Con would ALWAYS fall on a three-day weekend. Are you ready for it?:
LIN-CO(L)N!!
Everyone gets dressed up as...
I'm telling you. Wind machine operator is TOTALLY... →
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Got some eggs from the neighbors so the whiskey brownies are in the oven (the oreos are on the coffee table).
Jolie, you just reminded me...
At a party, trying to look something up online but the Host's computer is locked.
Me: What's your password?
Host: Patriots
Me (agog, as Host is not a guy I saw as a sports fan): Really?!?!
Host: What? I had a crush on Tom Brady.
Me: Ah.
I'm gonna need a bulldozer on Thursday.
I am supposed to work from 9-1 on Thursday. I’m currently temping back at my old haunt, 1515 Broadway. MTV Networks. That’s ground zero of New Years Eve celebrations, my friends, and I have zero idea how I’m going to get in nor out of the building with thousands of rosy-cheeked, urine-holding, frozen revelers squashed cheek-to-jowl surrounding it.
That's it.
If I ever move to Mumbai and work in the hindi film industry, I’m going to join the windmachine operator’s union. Those people will always have jobs.
Two things:
1) Taking an elevator express to the 51st floor is HELL ON CLOGGED SINUSES.
2) The shimmying and shaking and horrible creaking this building is doing in the high winds compounded by the fact that I haven’t seen another human since I went through security (and every key I hit whilst typing sounds like a gunshot in silence) — this place is freaking me out.
IDIOTAROD 2010. 1/30/10. GET EXCITED. →
drunkbrunch:
(via caro)
Friends, let me know if you form a team! I’d love to take pictures again this year.
Okay, I think I may have to do this this year.
Will you meet him on the main line or will you catch him on the rebound?
"Yes, this is correct the phone is not offered to...
Then why the shit am I paying for it?
Lisetn.
I am waiting for my laundry to get done and I has the drunk. Sort of. This is what happens when you dont really drink for four days and then you do. that was going to be a longer sentence but i lost interest. iu also lost interest in capitolizing (capitalizing?) and upper cases but apparently i still like these ().
I should go to bed. Early train.
God iPhones are the WORST for formatting reblogs....
I wrote the part about him NOT being serious in the last bit.
“Research Findings of the Week: The Onion, an online publication, reports that a...”
– he’s not serious. Read the piano recital piece and the end of the “research findings.” You shouldn’t have to put a winking emoticon at the end of a joking piece.
John Rosemond’s ‘Traditional’ Parenting: Weekly Column
Dude is serious. Go look.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… Dumbass.
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I bought a NYE dress today.
It is out of control I’m very excited about it. Now, to find the party to live up to it. That’s always the key isn’t it?
I can hear my mom saying the Manhattans my brother...
I don’t know where I came from.
We’re driving home and mybparents are ripping the service/carols/lessons apart as well as other members of mom’s choir.
So I guess the “goodwill towards all” portion of the holiday starts tomorrow.
Off to church like good little god-fearing Unitarians.
Christmas is off to a great start
So far my mother suggested I ask my attractive high school friend who lives in New York to be a sperm donor if he’s not planning on having kids any time soon.
And now she just asked David if he is gay because he’s walking around with a big ring of keys hanging off his jeans.
She is kidding btw…
Reblog every time you drop a call with AT&T.
writer-a:
Or just because you think it’s unconscionable to charge customers for service this bad.
I’m so sick of it. I can’t have a conversation in my own apartment. Brooklyn isn’t exactly the hinterlands, folks.
I do not even feel remotely Christmas-y.
So I need a little Chevy.
Why yes, I did just devour a raspberry scone using three pats of prepackaged butter. THREE. Hello Christmas!
Hooray!!! →
“Vice President Joe Biden presided as 58 Democrats and two independents voted ‘yes.’ Republicans unanimously voted ‘no.’”