THIS BLOG IS EXTINCT.

sohosaurus is officially extinct!

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the dud avocado

currently 1/2 way thru this and lemme tell you, it is excellent.

check it out here

this song is my jam on toast, with a layer of butter.

Q: Why am I still awake?

A: I live next to a kid majoring in "musical composition"

This rots.

I'm about to throw myself against his window, two favorable outcomes can result:

a. my brain is ruptured, falling into snooze-worthy comma

b. the b-minor note which results from the thud of my body hitting glass might just be the last piece to his lyrical puzzle.

Save me sandman. And/or Robitussin with Codeine.

Ode to P-Patties

Is it sorta odd that I've been having cravings that change daily? It's like I'm newly pregnant two hours out of each day. Yesterday - The soy chai latte - water removed. Today - the york peppermint pattie.

And holy mother of jesus do these things really do it for me. I'll happily trade 2.5 grams of fat per serving for the delectable bliss this chocolate wonder bar gives me. F coffee, Ppatties are where life should be going. (please remind me of this post in two weeks when I start complaining about gaining 5 pounds)

S

thank you awkward 7th grade years

Sohophilayorkasaurus?

A,

I'm down. Different cities, new experiences, same depression. I kid.

Let's do it.

PS. The red hair compliments your overbite. I too dyed... ging' is all the rage.

please

S,

I want to bring this back.

i think it'd be good for us..... plus people miss it.


-A


(you haven't seen me in a while, this is my most recent pic!)

something to think about

Perhaps a person gains by accumulating obstacles. The more obstacles set up to prevent happiness from appearing, the greater the shock when it does appear, just as the rebound of a spring will be all the more powerful the greater the pressure that has been exerted to compress it. Care must be taken, however, to select large obstacles, for only those of sufficient scope and scale have the capacity to lift us out of context and force life to appear in an entirely new and unexpected light.

For example, should you litter the floor and tabletops of your room with small objects, they constitute little more than a nuisance, an inconvenient clutter that frustrates you and leaves you irritable; the petty is mean. Cursing, you step around the objects, pick them up, knock them aside.

Should you, on the other hand, encounter in your room a nine thousand pound granite boulder, the surprise it evokes, the extreme steps that must be taken to deal with it, compel you to see with new eyes. Difficulties illuminate existence, but they must be fresh and of high quality.

Conversations with Enemies

going along with A's post kinda but mostly not at all:

my friend's band Conversations with Enemies is playing in bushwick friday at Goodbye Blue Monday and at Piano's in manhattan on saturday. youS should go. i know i am and i ll most likely be able to convince at least one of my 3 friends (so far) in new york to come with me. (seriously guys, it'll be fun) 

but yea, they re pretty good check them out here . they sing about zombies and shit which is a lot cooler than you d think. plus zombies are really sophisticated and "in" right now. proof via new york post's review on my next read as soon as it gets re-stocked at my store: 

i don't know which i m more excited for; the show friday or reading the book. well, on second thought, the show also involves booze, so probably that...

Conversations with Strangers

On my redeye flight from Vegas to JFK last night, or yesterday morning, at 1am, I sat next to some skinny guy with a big nose in his mid-twenties. i had the middle seat, he had the aisle, and our window seat didn't come until later. He was a talker, which is not conducive to redye flights, and our convo went as follows:

talker: if the window seat never comes, are you still going to sit in the center?

me: no. i'll move.

talker: ok, good, cause if you didn't that'd be weird. can i put my feet on you?

me: umm.. no.. what?

talker: so why were you in vegas?

me: i went to meet my friends from college, blah blah blah..

talker: do you have any crazy pictures on that iphone of vegas?

(i flip to the picture of my friends peeing in a stairwell, then decided i shouldn't show him)

talker: maybe by the time we're flying over kansas i can get you to show it to me. did you lose any money gambling?

me: not really, i don't have money to gamble, i'm poor. will you wake me up when the snack cart comes by?

talker: maybe you should save some of those snacks for your dinner next week.

me: why were you in vegas?

talker: business... i work for hbo sports and had to go to a boxing match.

me: (bored) oh neat. ----fake fall asleep-----

flight goes by, we awkwardly graze knees, he awkwardly puts his head on my shoulder to sleep, i sit with my arms crossed... plane lands.. i offer him gum.. he accepts.. i am not in the mood to talk and avoid him completely... as we are exiting plane:

talker: so are you gonna want your gum back?
me: nope.


no idea what his name was or anything but it was a somewhat strange 4 hours of my life.

on a more positive note

she's wonderful. sad i missed this show.

the drunks talking at the end of this clip kinda ruin it, just end it early ;)

Lissy Trullie truly sucks

i've seen this chick open for the virgins twice now and each time the most intriguing thing about it has been the fact that her hands are the freakiest things i have ever seen. LOOK at these. they look like alien tentacles or something.

so she's been gaining a lot of positive press lately which really irks me considering the music is pretty terrible. i mean, just because you're an ex-model/lesbo who has recently been featured on sophomore's site and hanging with cory kennedy so much she's blogging about you does not give you an vip access pass to stardom, does it? 

and on top of all this she's a real jerk.  when i saw her last at johnny brenda's, my friend mike was outside smoking after the set and the band was out there so he asked them a question, or was saying congrats, or something and she completely ignored him to the point where he was offended. and mike doesn't get offended easily.  seriously? you were playing johnny brenda's, not MSG and your biggest (only) fans in the place were step-sister brittany, cousin randy and the rest of the 'trullie' gang who were annoyingly singing along to your crappy lyrics abt chicks and taking rapid photos the whole time.

lame.

broke(n)

so i've always been pretty broke, but this week I'm ESPECIALLY broke. Which, I can live with. I'm just calling living off of one Luna bar a day, one light and fit yogurt and possibly a pb&j for dinner (the sandwich, not the band; tho possibly just the band if I end up not being able to afford the sandwich. we'll see) me "going on a diet."

but, the reason why I'm broke is because I'm brokEN. which kinda pisses me off, almost as much as A not wanting to go see my

 ex-notboyfriendbutiguesswewerekindadating's band, play tonight at Piano's.  j/k A, it pisses me off more that I'm broken.

So, backstory:  Two weeks into me moving to NYC, A, S, A's co-workers and I went out for a night on the town.  So everything was great; great laughs, great convos, great bourbon, great pizza along the way, and then all the sudden I was on the ground in hysterics with a broken collarbone.  Apparently, one of the coworkers either tackled me or tripped me or something. It doesn't really matter how it happened. bottom line is I was broken, badly, and it sucked. 

Anyway, I couldn't work for a while (obviously, needing surgery and such) and now I'm feelin' the bank account pain.  So this is my entertainment for the week/weekend:  

p.s. those cigs were free. I got them when i went home this past wkend. (I had an appt w. the surgeon) philly bars l-o-v-e giving out free cigs, which is why I'll always love philly bars. xox

seven (7)

player.

just because i don't hate you doesn't mean i like you

so i think that at first thought, boys would think i'd be a really good wedding date, then they think about it a little more, and realize i'd probably get very drunk and close talk with their grandfather and older cousins and then drunk dial an exboyfriend in the corner and then disappear. so i'm often invited to weddings and then disinvited. but anyways. that and i openly hate a lot of boys that aren't dave thompson. and they know it.

i sure know how to pick em

That dude in the yellow is my ex-boyfriend. He moved out to LA to become an actor. Yesterday, he won some kind of patio furniture set on The Price is Right. He made it.  

When's your birthday again? July something right?

A-

I'm getting this for you for your birthday. and by getting this for you for your birthday I mean checking it out from the Brooklyn Library and wrapping it in the comics section of the newspaper. Maybe I'll throw in a mixtape. If you're REALLY lucky I'll go without my daily Luna bar and buy you a shot of house vodka, we'll see.

boots and harem pants go together like toasters and bathtubs

harem pants = vomit
boots + harem pants = PV (projectile vomit) which, i would know.

Why Twitter is better than Facebook: Part 1

These are just 4 of the ELEVEN continuous pick 5 categories that this chick posted on April 16 between 10:40 and 11:19pm. The rest included Pick 5 Disney Characters and Pick 5 Favorite Cartoons Growing up.  Do people really think others CARE about this stuff. Ok, you like the Flyers, all you gotta do is list it right there in your interests and I'm sure your friends will love to read that about you while they are curiously getting to know you through your personal profile. But to clutter up my homepage against my will?? no, no. I've already blocked 3 people for updating their stati too much; and now this?  I'm pretty sure I de-friended her around 11:52 that night. ugh

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