I figured the previous post lacked good visuals (cause i'm a visual guy) So I shall give you a funny picture now:
Friday, December 7, 2007
Crazy People
I wanted to write this whole blog (which I still plan on doing, but waiting for more pictures to make it extra special) about how dogs have entered my life and how I love it. However, I will push this off until a later date and talk to you about my morning commute. I woke up before my alarm (which has happened twice this week randomly) and quickly remembered my dream (which I will share with you now-feel free to scroll down, but its mainly for me to have written down)
I was watching a movie with some friends, no-none of you were there, but apparently I was really close to them. I walked outside and there were tons of lines of luggage everywhere in a parking lot. Several cops were there and asked me to 'find mine'. I was looking and getting nervous and thinking to myself A) I dont remember packing but more importantly B) Was there anything illegal or dirty in there? I told the man "Honestly, I can't find it." He said "ok, come with me" I started getting nervous, but he was cute so I wasn't too worried. He took me upstairs through all these hallways and such and finally openend up this door and inside.......Were all these people from my past. Again, none of you. But I think it was some place I use to work and they were all old employees. The man all dressed up who I quickly assumed was the owner of the fierce house was something like the custodian or something from my past job. I was happy to see him, and knew I had been nice to him-but still confused. He sat us all down and told us that he had too much money and wanted to give some to people who had been nice to him in his past before the money. He quickly ran arond the room to several hiding spots and found tons of cash (this is why I'm not a rich person, because I still assume you hide money throughout your room), well they were in euros. So he gave me like 2,000 euros and I immediately thought about paying off debt. I figure this proves that A) I'm international since my currency in my dream was European (or perhaps I read the Economist lately and the dollar is not so good and euros are more, thus more money!) and B)That I'm responsible with my money since I immediately thought about paying off debt (but my real concern was paying it all off so I could go shopping for myself-selfish) So in summary I am International (greedy) and Responsible (selfish)!
However, then all 3 of my roommates were in and out of the shower. We agreed, thank god we're all ok with being in front of each in our towels. I was getting ready for work as I do every morning, "Jill I like the other pants better, "Which shoes?", "Do you want a banana for the walk?" etc. Then Jill and I get the 3 train! Which means we get to sit! Well all was fine until this guy who was on the platform was screaming out words randomly. Jill and I responded "Crazy man walking" Well once we left 96th st. and headed towardsd 72nd we realized the crazy got on our train. Well it went something like this "Can................forever....................to which....................lucky.................................................the........................................man." Jill assumed he's just singing a song but doesn't know all the words. I was convinced he's just crazy. Then the man got in between the cars and was still screaming/singing. We got to 42nd st. and Jill got off (and missed the events unfold) but MTA officials came looking for the man. Now I can only tell you that it looked a lot like dennis the menace running around in a tree and the adults being unable to get ahold of him. I was a bit distracted with my Rihanna on my ipod (yes I was breakin' dishes at 10am). However, I jumped on the local and got to work just in time, but I thought how many people really are crazy in this city? But then I realized, once no one was around on my floor after I got off the elevator I was dancing and singing outloud. Perhaps, I'm crazy but am in the closet about it. Maybe this guy was in his own world enjoying the music and we (society) said NO you're not allowed to enjoy yourself this much this early in the morning surrounded by so many people. Who says you're not allowed to get so involved in your music that you have to get kicked off the subway? Well I do. Because he almost ruined the fact that I left early to ideally get to work early, but instead just made me on time. If he would of made me late, well I wouldn't of done anything and I'm not intimidating so.....I just would of had a different tone to this blog. (I know what you're thinking, you got to work early for what, cause you're blogging now, and my response to you is: SHUT UP-not only am I intimidating but also very good at come backs.)
Until next time.
I was watching a movie with some friends, no-none of you were there, but apparently I was really close to them. I walked outside and there were tons of lines of luggage everywhere in a parking lot. Several cops were there and asked me to 'find mine'. I was looking and getting nervous and thinking to myself A) I dont remember packing but more importantly B) Was there anything illegal or dirty in there? I told the man "Honestly, I can't find it." He said "ok, come with me" I started getting nervous, but he was cute so I wasn't too worried. He took me upstairs through all these hallways and such and finally openend up this door and inside.......Were all these people from my past. Again, none of you. But I think it was some place I use to work and they were all old employees. The man all dressed up who I quickly assumed was the owner of the fierce house was something like the custodian or something from my past job. I was happy to see him, and knew I had been nice to him-but still confused. He sat us all down and told us that he had too much money and wanted to give some to people who had been nice to him in his past before the money. He quickly ran arond the room to several hiding spots and found tons of cash (this is why I'm not a rich person, because I still assume you hide money throughout your room), well they were in euros. So he gave me like 2,000 euros and I immediately thought about paying off debt. I figure this proves that A) I'm international since my currency in my dream was European (or perhaps I read the Economist lately and the dollar is not so good and euros are more, thus more money!) and B)That I'm responsible with my money since I immediately thought about paying off debt (but my real concern was paying it all off so I could go shopping for myself-selfish) So in summary I am International (greedy) and Responsible (selfish)!
However, then all 3 of my roommates were in and out of the shower. We agreed, thank god we're all ok with being in front of each in our towels. I was getting ready for work as I do every morning, "Jill I like the other pants better, "Which shoes?", "Do you want a banana for the walk?" etc. Then Jill and I get the 3 train! Which means we get to sit! Well all was fine until this guy who was on the platform was screaming out words randomly. Jill and I responded "Crazy man walking" Well once we left 96th st. and headed towardsd 72nd we realized the crazy got on our train. Well it went something like this "Can................forever....................to which....................lucky.................................................the........................................man." Jill assumed he's just singing a song but doesn't know all the words. I was convinced he's just crazy. Then the man got in between the cars and was still screaming/singing. We got to 42nd st. and Jill got off (and missed the events unfold) but MTA officials came looking for the man. Now I can only tell you that it looked a lot like dennis the menace running around in a tree and the adults being unable to get ahold of him. I was a bit distracted with my Rihanna on my ipod (yes I was breakin' dishes at 10am). However, I jumped on the local and got to work just in time, but I thought how many people really are crazy in this city? But then I realized, once no one was around on my floor after I got off the elevator I was dancing and singing outloud. Perhaps, I'm crazy but am in the closet about it. Maybe this guy was in his own world enjoying the music and we (society) said NO you're not allowed to enjoy yourself this much this early in the morning surrounded by so many people. Who says you're not allowed to get so involved in your music that you have to get kicked off the subway? Well I do. Because he almost ruined the fact that I left early to ideally get to work early, but instead just made me on time. If he would of made me late, well I wouldn't of done anything and I'm not intimidating so.....I just would of had a different tone to this blog. (I know what you're thinking, you got to work early for what, cause you're blogging now, and my response to you is: SHUT UP-not only am I intimidating but also very good at come backs.)
Until next time.
Monday, December 3, 2007
My tattoo
MY TATTOO:
This is no attempt to make you horny or disgust you (whatever your reaction to mens' backs have on you-I'm not one to judge). However, I got a weird comment last night from a man in the locker room. He asked me what many do 'what does your tattoo mean?' Then told me to not ever go to Israel. After consulting with a friend, we both shrugged our shoulders and moved on to another topic. This is a question that annoys me however. Not really because I got the damn tattoo to spark this question, but to strangers who wouldn't really get it-annoying. So instead of giving you a detailed description of it via text, I shall do it through pictures (also note to yourself-best time to reveal a tattoo to family? NOT at a family reunion, whoops, forgot there'd be a pool) But here are a few images to let you understand a bit as to why I got something that sparks thought, emotions, etc. on my back:
But I can understand because sometimes it gets mistaken for:
Anywho, that's to hopefully give you some idea of why it is I got that fist tatoo'd on my back.
On other subjects: Today I walked to work and the man in front of me picked up $50 dollars on the sidewalk. If I hadn't gone back to my apt. for a damn apple, that 50 would be mine! I'm very upset about it. However, once I got to work I found out that they're wanting me to go to Sundance with them this year. Schmoozing with celebrities, watching indie films, staying for free and being flown for free-so I'll let the karma of the $50 pass.
Also I shall blog many times about this: I hate winter. I have already started planning with Erin about our retreat to the west coast. We are not winter people, I get all miserable and become bear like. I enjoy the sun, the tan, and the shorts with sandals. Bring on the West! (but not for a few more years, I mean I did just buy a mattress). I also need to invest in a super warm jacket to help me through this NY winter. I can't wait, I'm thinking one of those jackets that basically looks like someone took their goose down comforter and made it into a blanket, those look warm. Until next time...
Hm, wondering if this works. I didn't major in blog.
So I'm sitting here on my living room floor drinking anti-oxidant non-caffenated (not to self, learn how to spell caffenated) green tea deciding to myself that I would like to start a blog. Mainly because it will give me something to do at work, and the 3 people who will probably read this will also appreciate another distraction at work. Speaking of distractions, I officially turned the TV off. After living without a TV for 3 years its rather easy to get sucked into the world of crap, also known as 'reality' tv. Last time I checked reality wasn't this over the top, but who am I to judge. (oh wait that's right I do it all the time- but secretly and behind your back.). Like this- feel free to judge or giggle:
(yay this is fun)
I'm still working out the kinks, but I figure this is more productive than staring out my window at the school next door getting remodeled, or wandering anywhere outside (since its freezing) and that makes me angry:
So here I sit to post. Mainly to get my thoughts out onto paper, but to once and for all realize that I'm the only person that really thinks I'm funny. But let me tell you about the time when I was an evil winch for no reason. After this story you'll realize why this whole week I have to go out of my way to be nice to humanity. I was in the grocery store, getting things for the house-our usuals (hummus, tortilla chips with a hint of lime, corona, and wheat thins) I start to grab for my bags that I brought to carry my grocieries home in(mother earth 1, destroying the world 0) and this woman in front of me began to create a racous (or rukus) about Lays chips. This woman was rather large, balding, greasy hair, and smelled. She was starting this uproar because her Lays chips rang up 1.99 vs. 99cents. She refused to pay the dollar. She wasn't satisfied until the OWNER of the store came over and gave her the dollar off (mind you 10 minutes has passed at this point). Before that happened I decided to interject (after she heard me sigh under my breath and say 'you've got to be kidding me ) I said 'It's a fucking dollar, I'll pay the damn dollar if it'll hurry this up." I know with these dimples who knew I had it in me? I was taken aback when I left and realized how harsh this was. I wasn't even in a bad mood, but just didn't have the time to deal with that apparently. Perhaps New York is making me a bit bitchy, or perhaps I'm more frivolous with my money and have no one to spend my money on other than myself and she's saving for a reason. Anywho, this is why I'm trying to be overly nice this week to make up for it. Perhaps I'll follow this example:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4
Which I've tried to get my good friend Erin to do with me, but we're too busy doing this:
I think I shall end it there for the evening, I need to make a 'to do list' for the morning.
(yay this is fun)I'm still working out the kinks, but I figure this is more productive than staring out my window at the school next door getting remodeled, or wandering anywhere outside (since its freezing) and that makes me angry:
So here I sit to post. Mainly to get my thoughts out onto paper, but to once and for all realize that I'm the only person that really thinks I'm funny. But let me tell you about the time when I was an evil winch for no reason. After this story you'll realize why this whole week I have to go out of my way to be nice to humanity. I was in the grocery store, getting things for the house-our usuals (hummus, tortilla chips with a hint of lime, corona, and wheat thins) I start to grab for my bags that I brought to carry my grocieries home in(mother earth 1, destroying the world 0) and this woman in front of me began to create a racous (or rukus) about Lays chips. This woman was rather large, balding, greasy hair, and smelled. She was starting this uproar because her Lays chips rang up 1.99 vs. 99cents. She refused to pay the dollar. She wasn't satisfied until the OWNER of the store came over and gave her the dollar off (mind you 10 minutes has passed at this point). Before that happened I decided to interject (after she heard me sigh under my breath and say 'you've got to be kidding me ) I said 'It's a fucking dollar, I'll pay the damn dollar if it'll hurry this up." I know with these dimples who knew I had it in me? I was taken aback when I left and realized how harsh this was. I wasn't even in a bad mood, but just didn't have the time to deal with that apparently. Perhaps New York is making me a bit bitchy, or perhaps I'm more frivolous with my money and have no one to spend my money on other than myself and she's saving for a reason. Anywho, this is why I'm trying to be overly nice this week to make up for it. Perhaps I'll follow this example:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4
Which I've tried to get my good friend Erin to do with me, but we're too busy doing this:
I think I shall end it there for the evening, I need to make a 'to do list' for the morning.
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