April 2009
There oughta be a law...
…against telling a woman to strip down to her socks and put on a paper gown, tell her the doctor will be right with her and then leave her sitting in a cold exam room for 25 minutes. And why the hell do you keep an exam room at 68 degrees when half the occupants will only be clothed in paper???
This bears repeating: guys, never ever imply during or after a fight with a woman that her anger is at all hormone-related OR try to make nice after a fight by asking the woman if she “feels better.” It shows you have no interest in taking the issues seriously and that you find her side of the argument negligible because she happens to own a vagina. It is condescending, ignorant, and...
Re: Lingam cave...
I just noticed in the back that one of the fishermen was thoughtful enough to carve one for “her (Goddess’) pleasure.” You know that guy came home with a crapload of fish.
Apparently my little brother can’t watch 30 Rock without thinking his big sister pretty much is Liz Lemon (it’s the years spent in television production, right O?). I’m thinking I should be more insulted than flattered… but I’m awfully torn. She’s a total mess but kind of occasionally (and usually accidentally) rad. I dunno… Could be worse.
Sometimes I get nostalgic for things that couldn't...
and think, “Darn. I never even got to break out my dirty talk!”
And then I think, “Thank God I never broke out my dirty talk.”
I want a margarita before the weather gets cold again tonight. Who’s with me?
Why no, Mom, I do not have a “let’s have a baby together if no one else wants us” pact with anyone. I didn’t think that existed outside of the 90% male-inhabited sitcom writers’ rooms.
If there is a drug to make one feel all “hey I’m awesome” without the whole “hey I’m actually an asshole” side effect, I could really go for that right about now.
And now I remember why I woke up Sunday Morning... →
Also? Radcakes, Kate and Rachel.
Dilemma for the ages:
If a social media event and/or an event involving media types happens and no one takes any photos… did it really happen?
Friday night = White Orchid with Kris.
Oh Carre Otis! What hast thou career wrought?
Apparently “I’m leaving now” means “I’m getting in the shower and getting dressed and THEN leaving.” Man, even when I lie “I’m leaving now” at least my hair is dry and I’ve got most of my makeup on.
I just got the old gem from an older man, “Are you an actress? Well you should be.”
Uch. It’s cute couple weather. Just… Just stop it.
I'm really crying for you guys. →
My ex boyfriend used to occasionally grab me, hold me close to him and whisper sweetly, “You know, there’s a vas deferens between you and me.”
I don’t know why I let him get away…
I have two hours to kill between the end of one job but before the start of my night job where I’ll be shlepping either cocktails or miniburgers around a swanky NY lounge for a bunch of striped shirts for the rest of the evening.
This is where that napPod would come in handy.
I'm not going to lie.
The weather is warming up and I miss meshing. I feel like I haven’t meshed in a long, long time.
There are far too many Gordon Gecko hair styles in this office.
I just passed a business man chugging vodka from a tiny airplane bottle on the sidewalk outside my office. That is either a really bad day or someone who just doesn’t care anymore. I feel ya, man. I do.
Started a new temp job today!
Yay!
It’s at a real estate firm!
Nooo!
The office appears to be 80% men under 40.
Yay!
They’re brokers.
::sigh::
@ The Dresden - heart Marty and Elaine. Adrian Grenier is freakin tiny.
FY,I I am number seven on LA’s foursquare. Get your rear in gear people.
