Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Game

He’s Gotta Win!

 

 

You know what they say…  First the girls, then the gays and then the rednecks!

Wish Me Luck

I’ve done something stupid.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s for a great cause.  But how am I ever going to finish a marathon!  And how am I going to raise $3800?  Practice starts tomorrow.  Let’s hope for the best.

 

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Walter Meego

Is it me or does the singer remind you of a young Evan Dando?  I’m loving this song and the 80s syntho-pop thing going on.

 

Sometimes I think I’ve lost the ability to be open to new sounds.  Seems like everything I’m listening to has some sort of 80s or 90s feel to it like I can only relate to what is familiar.  I think I’m out of touch.  But I like what I like and I don’t care.

Stealing My Essence

Each day I work in corporate America I feel a little part of myself slip away.  I never thought I would be doing something I was not passionate about.  It’s funny that I can’t be the person I want to be.  I never thought I would live my life this way and feel so unfulfilled.

I want to get pink and blue highlights and wear anything I fancy.  I’m sick of being a drone and feeling like I am one of the lucky ones because I still have a job.  It is just that.  A job.  I shouldn’t feel like I have to conform to some white bread standard.  I want to have fun and laugh and have meaning.  I miss talking to people who have creativity and inspiration oozing from their pores.  I hate being “ma’am” when I venture to the mall after work.  Maybe I’m feeling old, want to recapture that feeling of youth.  I hope I’m just ready for change.

Losts of compliments today

Too bad I’ve got to get rid of the old girl at some point.  The men were all over her today!

Won’t get those looks when I’m crusing around in a Mini Cooper.  Damn you, $4 gasoline!

RIP

My favorite bulimic devil cat.

We didn’t get off to the best start.  Plus it was pretty much down hill from there, but I will miss him all the same.  Goodbye, “friend”.

?? – July 18, 2008

Let’s Start With a Song

Birds in the morning and cupcakes from Cramer’s
Dueling pianos and salty margaritas
Laying in bed Sunday all afternoon and doing nothing
These are a few of my favorite things

Sales at Crate & Barrel and blue Louboutins
Gnocchi and samosas and pancakes from PJs
Russian girls who live with their hearts on their sleeve
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in spring dresses who drink beers at Triumph
Sephora’s free samples and cool ocean sprays
Taking the train to NY or DC
These are a few of my favorite things

When Falcon bites
When John Thain stings
When the market tanks
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel soooooooooooo bad