you know what's a great feeling?

sitting in a tiny restaurant on nantucket island eating dinner with your uncle and his partner while former republican senator bill frist is sitting at the only other occupied table trying to figure out the family dynamic. f-you, bill frist, with your lady hips! my bionic hearing heard you talking about barack obama!

maybe it's just me...

so the other night, darkpony and i were obligated to go out to dinner with some friends and their friends. a friend of the friends asked where we lived and we said, "long island city," and then, the most annoying friend of the friends said, "oh, it's so nice there with all of the waterfront development and the water taxi beach."

ughs! really? shut up! i hate you! seriously, new york city is full of tools like these people who are purchasing luxury condos and spending their evenings at the water taxi beach after the p.s. 1 warm-up (you already know i hate that), which is hardly on the water but is just a big, fenced-in sand pit with a bunch of jimmy buffett types. yuck!

and then, there's this awful lic magazine called ins&outs which had this article about all of the luxury condos going up in the lic area. here are some highlights:
-you can buy an artist's loft for only $500 a sqare foot which which will include an espresso machine and a liquid display something or other in the kitchen! awesome! what a steal!
-did you know that the corocoran group did a study, and they found the area around queens plaza to be highly artistic a.k.a. undeveloped yet close to manhattan. wow!

p.s. work is really slow today.

going too far?

twice this week i've been in situations where i felt that i should give two strangers some personal advice:
1. excuse me sir, you have a "bat in the cave."
2. excuse me ma'am, you might want to think about getting that mole on your back checked out.

i should have at least helped out the guy in situation #1. when i was in college, i once walked around for an extended period of time with the skirt of my dress tucked under my backpack, exposing my behind (fortunately, i was wearing tights). to this day, i appreciate the kind woman who informed me about the problem. oh well. maybe next time...

pickle me elmo

whenever i get a sandwich from the sandwich station in the cafeteria, i always see the sandwich maker (same one every day) give the person in front of me two pickles instead of one. i think, "oh, it must be because it's late in the lunch shift, and she wants to use them up." yet, she always gives me only one pickle. why is this? is it because i repeatedly ask her for sourdough bread even though she hasn't had sourdough bread since 2005? is it because she was putting the mustard away today, but i asked her for mustard, and she had to remove the saran wrap from the top of the mustard container to put mustard on my sandwich? whatever the reason, i don't like the smell of it. it's a conspiracy!

people who annoy me today

the guy using his giant gateway 2000 laptop on the subway during rush hour. what is he doing? an excel spreadsheet? plus, he's taking up like three seats with an empty box and his stupid, chanel logo messenger bag. grrrr! oh, and he didn't even know where he was going on the subway. that's the biggest annoyance of all in my book!

hmmm...

yesterday, darkpony told me i was shaped like a peep, but i don't think it was a compliment. boo hoo!