December 2009
137 posts
It is definitely not the same as it ever was. #tweetsthatsumup2009
NYE Plans? That’s right, I will be providing the necessary service of discount wings to the needy. Soundtrack tonight? Ani.
The Wish List 2009 →
Remind me to write a proper goodbye 2009 post and a bunch of other posts I’ve been meaning to post. Maybe I’ll do a New Years Resolution to Post more. No, then it would never get done. Plus I don’t…
Jason Webley & Sxip Shirey - Days With You
Ringing in 2010 with five nights straight of discount wing-slinging, and the advanced reader’s copy of @joe_hill’s book Horns.
“Her mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are...”
– David Benioff
City of Thieves
On cloudy nights, it never gets dark in Brooklyn.
To clarify: I hate the world. I hate christmas. And fuck everyone.
Just got done work and made less than minimum wage in tips.
Nothing says christmas in my family like someone going to rehab.
Plans for today? More family drama & waitressing. Poor Kirk is going to brave manhattan alone 4 days before xmas.
Family Drama + Waitressing = Accidental Anorexia
“I’ll Be Home for Christmas” makes me want to stab my eyes out with mistletoe.
Tori’s on and the guy and I are having a drink before bed. Have to be at work tomorrow at 8:30. fuck snow. fuck work. yay whiskey.
Fuuck. Thiis. Weeeeek.
Last phone before iPhone is so old it actually says cingular on it :) charging it now, will try to get it activated soon.
Both my tweet stories made it through round one of NYC Midnight! Vote for them here: http://bit.ly/55OSzL (name = Patricia Mastricolo)
Another Note to Other Friends Who Don’t Get the Joke: Please don’t try getting mugged for your iPhone at home. We are professionals.
Note to Friends: We’re really getting good at getting mugged. There was 100% less face punching and sandwich damage today! Good work team.
I am home safe and sound and trying to think of things to do that will make me sleep that aren’t whiskey.
Thank you to all who have RT and provided info. sadly no mobileme, but @dharma_punx is managing the crisis so i can go take my final.
Off to last night of class and sit down exams (as opposed to stand up exams?) Clearly brain dead.
Does anyone know how to track a stolen iPhone? I just had my ripped out of my hand in my neighborhood.
Now to calm down enough that I can still take my final exam. I think I’ll be ok except the sporadic crying, cursing and throwing things.
“I have a life and it only goes in one direction. Forward.”
– Don Draper (via davidkaneda)
Fuck me. Ever open a notebook for a class before finals and instead of finding notes you find a semester’s worth of doodles and to-do lists?
“Today, finally, after months of carefully massaged messages from the White...”
– Katie Connolly makes the case for a more activist Obama. (via newsweek)
Cat crashed netbook, and caused me to loose 300 words on my paper, thankfully I had saved a little while earlier. Cat still alive for now.
Okay, seriously, back to paper writing. Only putting in two more hours though.
Fuck
genoprimanti:
This week keeps getting worse.
Seriously, what now? I swear if one more bad thing happens to you two I’m putting the new house on a flatbed and parking it in Brooklyn so I can keep an eye on things.
Sushi and redbull for lunch. Then hopefully another 6 pages. Finals makes brains scream like mush umbrella taco dog. Fuck. Rebooting now.
Every day the internet becomes less important to me. Not less addictive, just less important.
Just killed my presentation. With a fork. In the eye. (in a good way).
Milling around starbucks because Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah came on. I have this song on my iPod. In my hand. Yet I’m still standing here.
Countdown to last 18th Century Lit class! Suck it, Swift!
About 20 pages due this week, and a final exam to try and figure out. Oh and work. And Christmas stuff. No pressure, tricia, no pressure.
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If I can manage 6 pages of properly cited bullocks over the course of today, I will call it a win.
Just found out I stole a word from the 80’s band Devo and used it in an academic paper. New highs in humiliation!