I've been flaunting the wrong assets this whole time!

Conversation I had today with Package Delivery Man in the Elevator:

Man: "You have beautiful feet!"
Me: "Uhhh thanks?"
{Man looks up to my face after staring at my feet intently}
Man: "AND your pretty too!"
Me: "..."
Man: "What a lucky guy, whoever has you!"
{Man gets off at his floor}

Sadly, this is the not the first time this has happened to me. There was a similar incident in Price Chopper in Troy during college. I would be okay with this, IF I did in fact have beautiful feet. Sadly, I have gross, ugly feet. They aren't even painted nicely today. And I was wearing flip flops, not some glamorous shoe that would make the ugliness less apparent.

I don't get it. James thinks its a pickup line. I think people are just crazy.

17 hours and 48 minutes of pure enjoyment!

So I was just walking around on my lunch break, minding my own business, when I happened on some filming. After some snooping around, I see that its a episode of "Law & Order: Criminal Intent." (They were filming inside the Museum of Sex, I think.) Anyway, since I am not a fan, I didn't get too excited because I didn't think anyone was on it that was worth any excitement. Alas, I was so very wrong. I COULD HAVE SEEN MR. FREAKING BIG!!!! I am heartbroken. Seeing a member of the 2nd greatest tv show of all time would totally make my day/week/month/year. Oh well.

Now, on to the 1st greatest tv show of all time. On Friday, I went on a google-hunt to see if there was any new news on the release of 90210 on DVD. Sadly, there was nothing. Much to my surprise, yesterday while reading Pink Blog, I saw this little tidbit:

Beverly Hills, 90210 -
The Complete 1st Season

NOVEMBER 7th

My life is now complete.

Little tiny goldfish!

Just in case anyone is keeping track, our power came back on sometime Wednesday night. Its not 100% but the A/C s and the computers work so I'm a happy girl again.

As many of you already know, I am addicted to 100 Calorie Packs. They are my savior. Yesterday at the store, I found GOLDFISH 100 CALORIE PACKS! The best part is, the goldfish are half the size of normal ones. THEY ARE SO FREAKING CUTE. Seriously. I love them. I almost don't want to eat them. Almost.

Today was a big day at work. Earlier in the week, my boss found out he won a free lunch at Chipotle for him and 20 of his coworkers. All by just putting his business card in a bowl. It was awesome. Free food is my favorite.

Plans for the weekend include: laundry, sleeping, the superbowl of flag football, buying a new dress, and finally cleaning the bedroom. I am so cool

Three Little Words...

Fuck Con Edison.

"Wednesday morning, there were still about 1,100 customers without service in Queens due to feeder problems and about 100,000 customers affected by a voltage reduction. A voltage reduction, or brown out, reduces the amount of power flowing on the lines.

The spokesman did not know when Con Edison would fix the feeder problem and lift the voltage reduction."

I haven't slept since Sunday night. I'm going on caffeine and pure hatred towards life right now. Clearly this city is out to get me.

I'm about ready to pack up my things and move into my parents basement for all eternity.

I ironed my shirt for this?!

Ah, a lovely weekend at home. In front of the TV. In the air conditioning. My favorite.

Friday night, me and the 2 clowns went out. It was super lame which solidifies my usual stance of not going out on Fridays. It was my first time seeing EMPTY bars in Manhattan. Shocking, I know.

Saturday I spent the entire day on the couch, mostly asleep. It was fantastic. The only time I left the house was to go to the grocery store to get ice cream.

Sunday we went to Target and Coldstone and then I played the greatest video game of all time until James banned me from it and forced me to clean.

And now I am a loner until Wednesday. The poor BF is in Detroit for work. I think Detroit would be the absolute last place in the entire US that I would like to visit. I mean, it has nothing going for it, besides Eminem being from there. Lame.

My musics so loud...

So I tend not to write much about my job, as I fear the liabilities that may comes with me babbling on the intarnet. But this just can't be kept secret.

In my office, there are about 25-30 people. Half of which are sales and half are non-sales. The sales people are made up of about 7-10 preppy, white boy sales guys in their late 20s/early 30s. And they all remind me of an ex from college, so that means I automatically don't like them. Anyway, a few moments ago, one of them decided to play some music. Yes folks, "Ridin" was just played in my office. And there was singing. I was embarrassed for them.

In other loud music news, darling James called up our landlord yesterday. In his message, he proceeded to tell him how unhappy we were with the apartment, how we felt unsafe, how we were told by the real estate guy that they would only be renting the other apartments in the building to "professionals" and that is CLEARLY not the case (he actually said people must only be professionals until noon and then they blast their music for the rest of the day), and that we didn't realize people would be getting killed on the next block over.

We are either going to be evicted for being annoying or told we can't break our lease and then will be tormented for the next 9 months as payback for being annoying.

So we may be moving again. This will be 5th move since February 2005. I keep Uhaul in business, apparently.

"Willingness to live in New York City and travel to Italy on a regular basis"

I found the perfect job today. Too bad they want someone who is fluent in Italian. I wonder if my mangled Ital-nish language I created would qualify?

Luxury and Ugliness

In a few short hours, the BF and I will be packing up the Beemer (its for sale, wanna buy it?!) and heading out to the fabulous suburbs for the weekend. I am beyond excited. A whole weekend of central air conditioning! And a pool! And trees! And cheap movie theaters! And mini golf! And, most importantly, A BIG HOUSE WITHOUT ANY PARENTS! I feel like a teenager. I should throw a kegger. And invite all 4 people I know in Connecticut.

Last night, we went to the Bohemian Beer Garden in Astoria for a little Thursday night fun. Now, I realize that Queens is not a haven of pretty people, but OMFG it was like an ugly convention. I was CLEARLY the prettiest girl there, which in my current state, is not saying much for the rest of the ladies there. It was insane, I felt like I was back in DC, or even worse, back upstate, with the amount of overweight and/or just plain BEAT looking people. It didn't help that their "garden" feels like a frat party/county fair, with picnic tables and big tents. Perhaps only the pretty people go there on the weekends?

I am a horrible web designer.

BREAKING NEWS:

It has come to my attention that Queen here does not look her best when viewed in IE on a Windows machine. Another fine example of why we should all use MACS (or at least Firefox). So until I get my lazy butt around to fixing my CSS, DON'T LOOK AT ME IN DUMB INTERNET EXPLORER!!!

(You would think since this is what I do FOR A LIVING, I would have been smart enough to test my code in more than 1 PC browser. Apparently I am dumb.)

You may now return to your regularly scheduled work.