DON'T Gimme

Boxy bags = Oog-lay

spam momvo

background: i apply to like 20 jobs a day, and scheduled an interview for monday, but after doing some google work i found out it was a scam of sorts (not advertising/marketing, but commission based sales, etc).. i won't go into it but heres a momvo. (mom convo)


being kidnapped would be kinda fun honestly. an adventure!

Song for the Mozz

So I got to chill home today instead of working. 5am work days are to die for. Literally.

Thus I've watched my fair share of daytime TV today and it so happens that the media planning deparment for JCP happened to buy a fuckload of 30 sec spots during As The World Turns. They are turning that 2009 JCPenney Commercial that aired a ridic amount of time during the Oscars every minute. Point being, I've become addicted to the the backtrack. For your hearing pleasure:

give it some spin

is there some kind of Olympic games being held that our blog is being featured on a jumbotron?

check out our latest blog traffic (don't worry, i don't know who you are reading this, it's not that detailed.. wish it was...)





we're like the UN over here... do you think i can get a job at the UN if i show them my blog traffic?

The Nosepicker Effect

Back in college, my friend Krista told me this life theory that I now refer to as The Nosepicker Effect.

When you're a kid, and the boy that picks his nose likes you, you're all "Ew gross!", and when he wipes his boogers on you, you want NOTHING to do with him. Cause he's the nosepicker and all.

THEN, when said Nosepicker stops liking you, and moves on to that saucy redheaded slut in his monday-wednesday-friday evening daycare, you get sad, and you're all "NOW THE NOSEPICKER DOESN'T EVEN LIKE ME...life is..so hard..." but then you forget about it after naptime.

Ladies, the Nosepicker Effect is still present at age 22.

Except, it's 22 times worse.


And there is no naptime.



Did that make sense?

Good.

too. many. options. social. malfunction asldkjfa,mc

So it used to be that you could only really chat with your friends on the internet through AIM/ichat.

Now, we have Facebook chat, Gchat, and even Twitter (depending on if your friends use it enough.) I'm struggling to socialize through the internet now. Some friends prefer aim, some prefer facebook chat, some gchat, and i'm juggling 3 - 4 different pages of conversations.

sometimes my friend dave has to jump on another thing, or 2 other things, to get me to come back to AIM, which is his medium of choice. see below.






i like how his pictures vary from that statue of David... to ashton kutcher.

The closest to a child that I will ever come to.

Make sure your volumes up. Oxford Dic's got their shit together.

http://www.savethewords.org/

has it come to this?

Oh hello Good Karma

nice.

john mayer = d-bag

yeah i follow him on twitter. total dbag. sry K.




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new role model: lady gaga

my age (22), successful, rebellious, hot, motivated, general lover of life

everything i'm not

alex d's hating

fuckthat.com

my mom only worries about my when it's unnecessary.

background: i cut my finger yesterday afternoon at work with an xacto (?) knife, and sent a picture of it to my mom with my iphone. mistake.




A TERRIBLE INFECTION THAT COULD ENTER YOUR BLOODSTREAM OR GO TO YOUR HEART OR BRAIN!!!!

CracksList

So my friend Alex and I put up this ad on craigslist, 3/4 kiddingly, 1/4 seriously. We got about a bazillion responses. here's some of my favorites. commentary in red.

I prefer the Beatles Cover Band

I don't know what it is, but I witness so many superfreaks both to and from my commute to work. ESPECIALLY on the M21 bus, but the L train platform is the second worst breeding ground for looney toons.

today's sighting, a pink monkey and a cookie monster playing the xylophone.


also, has anyone ever bought a Churro on the subway platform? i've always been tempted, but they probably have superfreak germs on them, not that that'd stop me, sadly.

Via the X

My heart hurts listening to this.

Beck - True Love will find you in the end. BTDub: Saw him in concert. He was God.

so precious

via the sartorialist

turning boys to men and then back again

i just want to get confirmation of the greatness of this song. i know this is the second time i'm posting it, but i don't care. i'm endorsing. PB&J.


it's one of those weeks where i dont want to do anything but work and go to the gym so this weekend is extra spectacular, double-time spectacular, due to lack of spectacularness during the week. i do not even want to see watchmen on imax this week. actually, i don't want to see watchmen, ever. am i normal? speaking of the gym, this is one of the best facebook stati (plural of status, says me) i've seen in a while. "food for thought" if you will:

did i get roofied and interviewed without my consent?

So after clicking this weeks article in NY Mag's Sex Diaries I seriously couldn't read past the first 3 paragraphs because it reminded me so much of myself i couldn't bear to see where it's going. you can read the rest here, though, don't tell me how it turns out.

MADE: Nun

i just spent an awkward amount of time on the Nun wikipedia page and, albeit a low point, i think itd be pretty sweet to be a nun. no man problems, no wardrobe problems, no bad hairdays, save $$ on birth control, living a life of contemplation, etc. etc. i think MTV should have an episode of made: i want to be a nun. i'd watch it. or DVR it at least, whichever.

my parents facebook walls: creative outlet & modern day obituary

written on my Mom's facebook wall:

Facebook Event for the funeral, anyone?

dad's facebook status:

nice, dad. and so interesting. the ellipses make it kinda mysterious....

todays soundtrack, makes sense

because puking is beautiful

hey S do you think this was you he's talking about? remember that fateful morning?

what i do with my tax refund

..book a flight to vegas, duh. i'm only human. do you know how tan you can get in Vegas poolside? really tan. plus, comped suites, comped VIP tables at clubs, comped show tickets, and comped meals ain't too shabby either.

besides, it was only $235. thasswassup.

I make friends...

...on the street. So my butt has this magnetic connection to construction workers and bums. They basically have their own vocabulary involving the ever so popular Ooooo weeeeeee and Nahhhhhh uhhhh. Add in the occasional whistle and we be making friends real fast.

Today's polite encounter was as follows: Translation included.

Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm I've never seen a girl walk so nice
READ: You have an amazing ass

Hold up, Hold up, I've gotta talk to a gurl like you
READ: Let me try and whoo you with my gold-plated grill

Where's such a fine woman going tonight?
Read: Want to come back to my cardboard house on the corner of Houston and Hudson?

I start walking away...

I'm the love of your life gurl
Read: I want to make sweet love to your bottom.

hehe

if i don't stop trading my gym plans at Oval fitness for Checker Cab Blonde ale and vodka sodas in Alphabet city (chased by pesto pizza next door) i'm absolutely going to have to start checking out this section of Forever 21. fat and happy, AND trendy!

attn

hey whoever is reading our blog from the DDB office in NYC, can you hook a sister up?

THX IN ADVANCE

~*~*A*~*~

G-Mail Tittybits

Thank you A for enlightening me on the glory of the GC group chat.

tax fairy!!!!

so this was the first year i did my taxes all by myself! and i was really proud, of myself, until i realized i had used the wrong routing number and sent my refund directly to SBBT -- Santa Barbara Bank and Trust in West Ventura, California. yeah that's not my bank. i emailed and called and complained and did all that stuff but honestly wasn't sure where my money was. then i get this!

there IS a god! and/or tax fairy!

PS: Yes, my dad babysits my bank account.

chyeah

the only 3 songs i need right now. esp. the last one.

http://www.seeqpod.com/search/?plid=1f16373e02

alright no more posts tonight i'm turning into such a weirdo

i'm like super totes perf for this job

i may or may not have just applied to this job, mentioning that i'm a regular contributer to Gawker Stalker, can't go to the gym without an Us Weekly, am up on fashion trends because i read the Sartorialist's blog, etc. etc.

SO SUE ME i am a 22 year old girl after all.
also, don't apply to this S and give me competition, or anyone else out there reading this, i call dibs

I use to do this as a child

Besides popping gazillions of brain cells and scaring babysitters that failed to be informed of this disorder by the p-rents, Rhythmic Movement Disorder (Wiki here) is a pretty sweet trait.

So, as a Child, I basically would bang my head repetitively on a pillow to fall asleep. It was really soothing and super creepy. My sister and I did this shiz till we was 10 and could probably still do some banging that at the age of 22. Check out a fellow RMD'er below:

You might be seriously creeped.


Now picture the babysister walking into a room with two small children demonically banging their heads who can't be woken up. Nice.

For all you Ad majors out there

Consider this a warning:

how to find love in a cubicle

this video is worth watching. a little romance makes work so much more fun.. sigh.

the weirdest convo i've ever had

DELETED BY THE F.B.I.





sowwy

i hate this

i seriously hate video ichatting. especially with people i don't really like seeing in person. most of the people who try to videochat with me just DO NOT GIVE UP. i keep getting that damn dinging noice and declining. then i have to make up an excuse as to why i dont want to videochat. just stop. exhibit A:



seriously?

whoever made this website = my kind of girls.

i'm considering letting my mom write on my wall (she's doesn't have that capability right now) just so i can send stuff to this site - http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/

dammit, i *AM* pennsylvania dutch.

next movie i'm seeing

gwynnie's all lost and stuff which i can totally relate too and joaquin is attractive and goes crazy after this is filmed and it takes place in brooklyn so that's neat so yep next movie i'm seeing