I am down with the working girl way of walking. I need to put that out there right now. Most of the women in my office wear 4 inch heels to work and let’s face facts, if I had to take the subway in those, I would be all over the Asics and skirt look.… Continue reading Fash-Backwards #3: Working girl…it ain’t working for you.
I’ll be honest. I don’t expect this post to have anything at all to do with those Zombies lyrics. Okay, that’s a lie. I love the song and my friend Rebecca and I have been singing it pretty much non-stop for the last week. In the office. In Duane Reade. In my apartment. On the… Continue reading What’s your name? Who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me?
Pardon my lack of witty intro here but there are some things that I just need to come right out and say. I hate bathroom limericks. There, I said it. I understand that bathroom cleanliness is important. Public restrooms are breeding grounds for disgusting behavior (you won’t piss all over your bathroom floor, why? WHY?… Continue reading Another wee annoyance
Most people I know have a Gmail account. I’ve become ridiculously dependent on said account since Gmail tends to be my only link to the outside world while I sit at my desk, waiting for work. One “helpful” feature of Gmail is that it, much in the vein of Amazon.com or TiVo, tries to figure… Continue reading Things that Gmail thinks I am interested in
Okay, I wasn’t going to post anything else today but this was just too good to ignore. So I’ve been craving a bubble bath for the longest time. Unfortunately, after the age of 9, bubbles are hard to come by. I haven’t been able to find them in ages, most likely due to the fact… Continue reading How to take a bubble bath
Dear Verizon, I hate you. You sold me a MotoRazr last February(ish) and since then I’ve had nothing but trouble with you/the phone. In November my phone ceased working after I attended a Penn State football game. (We played Temple. I watched from the sidelines. We won.) I couldn’t call out. I couldn’t pick up… Continue reading Hey Verizon, can you hear me now? Good, then listen up: I hate you.
I love Christmas. In fact, it’s probably my favorite holiday ever (with the very obvious and very biased exception of New Year’s Eve, which just so happens to be my birthday). But I simply cannot tolerate Christmas coming too early (with again, the exception of Christmas in July, which I’ve never celebrated but always kind… Continue reading Call me Scrooge but I get Grinchy when Christmas comes too soon