but seriously, i only started posting here a few weeks ago (despite reading the site for close to 3 years now) and to just be NOMINATED for an award is totally rad. It's even better to have won. I promise to carry this honor with distinction and poise and grace and whatever weird stuff people say when they're really overdoing a joke that nobody finds funny and that everyone stopped reading about a couple lines ago.
i posted like 3 times this week. a new personal record. really getting the hang of it!!
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We have four stranded Sandy victims staying with us right now. Which means there are 8 people living in my apartment. Which means there's no way I get to watch any of the episodes of Workaholics I recorded. Work is probably cancelled all week because my office is in Lower Manhattan, and now I'm worried that we won't get the usual amount of days we get off for Christmas and I already have a flight booked for Christmas and my mom will be very upset if I have to shorten that time. I don't get home very often! Maybe 3 times a year! Also I'm worried that my job will be extra shitty when we do get back because everyone is going to be freaking out.
But all that self-indulgent nonsense aside, I am extremely blessed to live in a part of town that was not really affected by the storm, surrounded by lots of good friends (we saw 7 Psychopaths tonight, it was great!) and that we can offer some help or support to those around us (lots of people are just coming through for showers and to plug in their electronics). It's a crazy time. I started watching Happy Endings. It's good. Bye!
i live in the upper west side on the ground floor and we have a patio that has some trees (because we are fancy) and one of those trees split in half last night! my mom told me to instagram it and i had an existential crisis and yelled at her and then 2 hours later i did instagram it! i am weak. sandy has proven that i am very, very weak.
lots of my friends elsewhere in nyc are much worse off than me and my roommates, so keep them in your thoughts. stay safe, carbo load, all that!
yeah, i like this too. I think the post above this was my first ever on the site, and I've been an avid reader for like 4 years. Not sure why it's taken me so long since I have no problems being a huge trolling douchebag on other sites. But whatever, this seems like a nice, safe forum to start posting on here.
I feel like I just walked into a coffee shop and on either side of me are Nick Cage and Steve Harvey, and they're talking across me because who knows why. Why didn't they just sit next to each other? But I'm not complaining! They're talking about all of their different mustaches! And then the waitress comes to take my order and it's Uma Thurman, who's working on a role. She gives me skim milk instead of 2%, and I laugh about it even though I am a little upset, but instead I ask if Quentin Tarantino ever Tarantino'd her. She plays coy, but I'm not sure. Her iPad buzzes and she walks away, but not before planting a big kiss on my bill. (I later drop it in a puddle, because we aren't even perfect in our dreams.)
What I'm saying is, I feel like i'm hanging out with the big dogs.
this is close to my current situation and it is the worst. i feel so bad for that dog all the time. it stays cooped up in her room all day because she works, and then she never even walks it and we live right by central park! then when the dog finally gets out it is so hyper because it hasn't done anything all day and basically it is all the worst and so sad. and also, plus, whenever she goes out of town, me and my other roommates end up watching it because she "cant afford the astronomical cost of boarding." which is bullshit and she sucks.
they should play this video at ellis island when the boats from 1940s Italy show up just so people know they actually made it to america. And so they can see a literal representation of what that dream looks like.
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