January 2010
29 posts
“I will pay you the 20 cents when I see you again, just wanted to tell you...”
– a randar text from my friend Pete.
Can we all just live in a commune together forever. Who needs anything, but familia and amigos?
“I am missing you everyday and I am thinking about you! I want you to know I am...”
– 현니 (his “English abilities is getting bad,” but he always gets his point across.. hehe)
JD Salinger
There was a lot of hub bub going on about J.D. Salinger’s death yesterday.
Me: He was alive this whole time?
Now, a pretty relevant quote:
“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who...
“One day, the body asked the heart, ‘when I’m hurt the doctor heals...”
– Kim Sam Soon
I write.
FRIENDS
Joey: Rach, you gotta find out if he's in the same place you are. Otherwise, it's just a moo point.
Rachel: A moo point?
Joey: Yeah. It's like a cow's opinion. It just doesn't matter. It's moo.
Rachel: Have I been living with him too long or did that all just make sense?
There’s a fine, fine line between a lover...
interview. blech.
How’d it go? Blech. Blech. Blech.
My temp agent, who kind of looks like a cross between Bill Lumbergh from Office Space and the Goblin from Spiderman (neither here nor there), prepped me for my interview yesterday. He told me “wear a suit,” “don’t make jokes,” “stop trying to relate,” and basically be “not myself.” He wasn’t...
"We'll always have paris"
I was talking to my little cousin who just recently broke up with her (*ahem* dickface) boyfriend. Obviously still upset, she went on for hours ranting about how much he sucked only to end up remembering how “pillow-like” his belly was or how much her friends had loved him.
Memories are the only things you have left after you’re left with nothing.
Break-ups are hard, but...
WatchHe’s all class. And all heart.
and yes, I cried.
“So what if I’m an idealist?”
– Idealism sometimes refers to a tradition in thought that represents things of a perfect form, as in the fields of ethics, morality, aesthetics, and value. In this way, it represents a human perfect being or circumstance.- Wikipedia
“There are three things in the world that speak a universal language: music, art,...”
– My Kim Sam Soon
MacGruber with Charles Barkley →
TOO FUNNY! SNL skit with Charles Barkley. MacGruber goes through sensitivity training.
“He has a black employee now.. MacGruber!”
home sweet home.
More like home “tasty” home. har har.
I’ve been back in New York for about 2 weeks now and people are still asking me, “how was home?” To which I reply, “effin’ amazing.” Because to quote Dorothy, there really is no place like home.
To me, home isn’t made up of concrete, brick, wood, or plaster, but rather from flesh and blood— from my...
she makes a good point
F: Life would be better without boys!
M: But then how would we have great sex?
F: Sex is not a good enough consolation prize for all the crap they put us through!
M: ... But still... maybe we should just keep them around for knob usage.
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
– Aristotle
how tapes cured my dad
Two years ago, I was sad and really lonely (what’s new, right?). My boyfriend had just dumped me and within a week had found some shiny new skeletor girl to screw. For days, I wore old ’80s sweatpants courtesy of my father, I swore off anything and everything to do with personal hygiene, and lived off the stale Captain Crunch I found under my desk just so that I wouldn’t have to...
maybe not today, but someday
You know what, Brutus? It’s okay. Because one day I will find someone who really loves me, and you’re just a stepping stone to that day. And maybe it’s true what they say, you have to kiss a couple of frogs until you finally find your prince. And I am NOT about to settle for any regular, old, slimy amphibian just yet. One day, I will find someone who won’t know how to hurt...
pedestrian crossing
I got hit by a car yesterday and came out of it relatively unscathed. I mean, bruises and sore skeleton aside, I am basically okay. After the initial shock of “holy shit I just got hit by a green Sienna” subsided, I grabbed my bag off the pavement, made sure I wasn’t bleeding, and asked the blond 30-something for her contact information. All the while, my earphones were still in...
psyche!- assholes of New York City
I was crossing the street, and a fucking bike-rider-man-thing was riding his bike and heading straight towards me. Even from far away, I could see that he was aiming for me. I turned right, he went right. Left, left. He smiles, an evil, penetrating smile while I imagined a bloodied, lifeless Fawny laying on the concrete— crowds stepping over and around me to get to the other side of Park...
Racist Doormen
I know it’s easy to get Asians all mixed up with one another, as our defining characteristics, or lack thereof, are kind of similar. We have the slanty almond eyes, jet black hair, small stature, and acute sense of style (just kidding.. that last one only pertains to yours truly).
I came into work last week and the Doorman, I think his name is Rich or Richard or something to that degree,...
Fishbowls and Astronauts
When I was younger, I wanted to be an astronaut… then a doctor… then a teacher… then a figure skater. When I was 12, I finally settled on becoming an actor slash singer. Then, I realized you needed talent for that, and reverted to “Account Manager or Brand Manager at one of the big 5 Ad Agencies in the World.” That dream stuck, but was never realized. I think back on...
me. sort of..
I thought I should write something interesting for my first entry at Blogger, but all I can think about is how nice it is outside and how I’m sitting here writing an entry instead of roaming with the geese in Nowheresville, New York. Anyhow… A little about me: I am a New York City girl, a Southern California native, but ultimately the ultimate city girl. I moved from So Cal about 4...