Time To Take The Cyanide Pill


Sunday, October 30, 2005

One of the great things about living alone...

is that when you have to sleep on the bathroom floor college style due to imminent vomiting, there is no one there to laugh at you in the morning. I guess telling the blogosphere (or at the least the three people in it that read this piece) sort of negates that. But, you'll have to excuse me. I may still be a little bit drunk.

Note to self- When planning to split a bottle of vodka with three friends, dinner is NOT OPTIONAL.

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Friday, October 28, 2005

Things that happened to me today....

1. Worked way too fucking late
2. Ran 3.5 miles on most beautiful path in the city
3. Saw a man take a piss on the New York Public Library
4. Got re-dumped by most recent ex via email at work**
5. Consumed no food but had two beers
6. Saw two mice in my apartment that I am no longer afraid of
7. Named said mice Jeebus1 and Jeebus2. And no, I cannot tell them apart.
8. Went on a very cool last minute date
9. Made second date whereby I will kick said date's ass at scrabble.

Overall- not a bad day.

** Um...can I get a little blog based hallelujah for what a ginormous pussy this dude is? I mean really, over email? At work?

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Thank God (or whoever is filling in for him/her/it due to his/her/its death) For Small Favors

I've said before that my ass takes up perhaps more space than the standard ratio of body to ass as seen on TV and in magazines. And this happens to be true. But hey, at least the space it occupies lies within the correct area of the space time continuum.

Behold: everybody's favorite celebu-skank and what has been christened by Gawker , Defamer and pretty much every other time sucking gossip blog in the sphere as..... (drum roll please)....... The ASS-GOITER.





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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Everybody's a Critic

You know how in movies and TV shows about New York it seem like every single gal has a gay best friend who helps her pick out shoes and outfits all while tossing out pithy statements about, "boys, boys, boys"?

Yeah- well I don't have one of those. I do, however, have a new fashion consultant. Today when I was walking into the office the Mexican construction worker who so liked my outfit last week gave me only a perfunctory, "Hey mami. How you doin?". No moaning, no crotch grabbing. I have to say- I'm a little put out. Perhaps I should have gone with the taupe camisole under this jacket? Let's see what he thinks of my new knee high boots tomorrow.

PS- This is perhaps the most wonderful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. A complete list of words made up by the Simpsons, defined, with both the episode listed and cross referenced with anything that may have contributed to the etymology of the Simpson word. Example:
Skittlebrau
Skittlebrau (or Skittlebräu) is a type of beverage that looks like beer with candy floating in it. It is implied that Homer imagined it by mixing Skittles and beer (brew in German is bräu) in "Bart Star". However, later episodes show Skittlebrau as an actual product being sold at the 33 cent store. Another episode shows Homer asking Apu for some at the Kwik-E-Mart, only for Apu to tell him that it does not exist. It is assumed the combination derives from the known phrase "Life is not all beer and skittles" from E. Cobham Brewer. In addition, it may be derived from a odd regional penchant in various enclaves around the USA (parts of the Midwest and South) for combining M&Ms or peanuts and cola.

This joke ireminiscentnt of a previous gag on the Simpsons where Homer declares that he is a white male between 18-49 and "everyone listens to him," as he pops open a can of Nuts & Gum (Together at Last!).



PPS- The fact that something like this exists gives me more pleasure and satisfaction than any man in my life possibly could.

PPPS- Perhaps this is why there is no man in my life.

PPPPS- Oh yeah, I wasn't going to talk about that anymore.

PPPPPS- People realizing very late in the game that Bush is a total moron. I mean 39%? If he doesn't get his shit together soon I'm going to have to lend him my monkey on life support, who could certainly do a better job at running this country into the ground.

That is all.

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Friday, October 14, 2005

Uhhhhhhhhh

So...it's almost entirely possible that I just got rejected by a bald man with whom I would not "make fuck" even if it was guaranteed that our spawn would be able to produce both cold fusion and Mid-East peace. Seriously, this is bullshit. Pardon me while I go get a cat, a nine-volt battery, a bottle of bourbon, a pack of cigarettes and a cup of hemlock so i can FUCKING KILL MYSELF. Spinstrosity just might be my new favorite word.

And so it is...and so it was- a total moratorium on anything relating to dating, love or sex. Methinks Bush and my (in)ability to get less fat/drunk will provide quite enough material to get us through this river of shit so we can come out clean on the other side. (Pretty much only my dad will get that reference).

Unless anyone else does- in that case I'll meet you in Zihuatanejo. You've come this far so I'll bring the hemlock.

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

Mid-Day Report from the Cracker Factory v. IV

I can't decide whether it's sad or just a plain fact of life how much the tone of my day is set by my elevator ride up to the office. There are 25 floors in my elevator bank (48 in the whole building) and I am on the 12th. If I get on the elevator and everyone is going to a floor above mine, that can put me in a pretty good mood. (Pretty good for riding on a chute stuffed with souless corporate whores being shuttled to their desks where they sit like zombies and churn out useless and meaningless work that is absolutely devoid of any real contribution to the world or their fellow man). But God help me if fifteen jackasses all hop on the elevator right as the doors are closing and push for floors 1-11 like little fucking ADD brats who, "just liiiiiiiiike to push the buttons." That'll really fuck my day up.

On a side note: back on horses and shit like that. I have date tomorrow. He is 30, Jewish, works in finance, owns in Manhattan and used to play college basketball (tall, athletic Jewish boys are about as common as Jewish boys who take communion). My mother is going to read this and have a wet dream that will require a cigarette upon completion. I, on the other hand, will most likely hate him. I've always had more of a penchant for the long haired bad boys who could have been taking AP calculus but were too busy cutting school in the parking lot and smoking schwag with their borderline braindead friends. Ah yes, the boys who are, probably, for lack of completed degrees due to aforementioned smoking of schwag in parking lots, old and fat with fifteen kids and a low level coke problem (crappy coke too since they can't afford the disco shit). Yup...my boys. Hopefully I've grown out of this- but probably not.

Besides- this guy is surely a Republican. I had one of those and it took me two years of walking women into abortion clinics to get clean from that. Oh well. Keep your fingers crossed for me because something better work out soon. Remember the mouse I mentioned as my only living companion? Yeah, well it crawled into a hole and fucking died. It's possible that God and I could be at a stalemate but I'm still probably going to side with Nietzsche. Forget about the whirlwind- I'm pretty sure Nietzsche got the last word.

UPDATE: Based on the response of the Mexican construction worker I just encountered on the street perhaps I should wear what I am wearing today on my date. Because hey- nothing says, "you look pretty" like a man moaning, "ummmm mami" while fondling his own crotch. Well, I'll bet he says that to all the girls.....but the genital rubbing- I think that part was just for me. Good times, good times.

Mid-Day Report from the Cracker Factory v. I
Mid-Day Report from the Cracker Factory v. II
Mid-Day Report from the Cracker Factory v. III
Mid-Day Report from the Cracker Factory v. VI
Mid-Dat Report from the Cracker Factory v. V

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