March 2010
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Can’t come up with any snarky tweets because today’s plans include alcatraz and dinner with @davidkaneda. :)
At JFK waiting to board. One hour of sleep before having to get car here. Today looks to be interesting.
I leave for San Fran in less than 24 hours, and though I am packed, I have no idea what I packed and I have doubts about my reliability.
I don’t have a lot of skills, but somehow getting bartenders to drink with me until 5:30am is always one of them.
Why did I bother giving up drugs if I still wake up covered in bruises without known origins and my skin all itchy?
Also I am covered in well tequila and sour-mix. I’ve never been so happy not to be able to smell anything.
Oh dear lord, I forgot how a busy bartending shift hurts right in the center of your back.
fuck me, those were some shitty nightmares. running late for everything. wish I had a coffee machine in the shower.
suspicions confirmed: chubby,little mouse has taken up residence in my rooms.
Got the tissues with the vicks vapo rub on them and now I feel like I’ve got the flu at a rave.
When you are sick there is nothing better than bacon, egg, and cheese on a hoagie roll - even when they misspell “hoagie” H-E-R-O.
It’s official, I’m being promoted to bartender at the Wingshack. It’s like moving up a level in Dante’s Inferno.
my voice is damn near gone, but I’ve decided to call at&t and tell them off in raspy tone. I might also be using a slight southern accent.
If I get through midterms this week it will only reinforce my belief that grad school rewards those who excel in bullshit.
My face hurts. My sinuses are on fire. 3 hours until I have to go back to wing-hell, and no one to moisturize my back. Today sucks.
As New York’s skyline came into view tonight, I was up to my elbows in my sweatshirt trying to put a bra on over a huge tattoo bandage.
The main color on the tattoo is done. Next session or two will be all background. And then on to new body parts!
http://tweetphoto.com/14994503 Direct from Brooklyn, NY…. in all her franklin fact friday glory …(via @secretlifeofk8)
Oh dear unpleasant god, I wish I had a really large gatorade bottle or a penis.
Franklin Fact Friday - Philadelphia was strategically placed to hide Ben Franklin’s treasure (from his days as the dread pirate roberts).
Either this @boltbus bathroom is out of service, or someone is in there shooting up and nodding off. Last trip using this bus line.
bolting back to philly for a few hours so I can get more work done on my tattoo. if you’re around 4th and south between 3 -7, say hi!
cigarette, flying dog, hackintosh. outside enjoying the almost spring air.
Fuck me. Why am I always running late? Oh that’s right, because I’m horribly lazy.
To clarify, if you are in NYC we can meet in person. Otherwise, if the grammar issue allows I’ll do an online tutorial.
Any one out there need tutoring on a particular grammar issue? I’m offering free tutoring for a project I have to do. @ message me.
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“Horrible. This is probably the most pulpy, overwrought, melodramatic cowboy vs....”
– Nicholas Sparks, on Blood Meridian (via hortenseg) (via tylercoates)
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– Skybarn reminds us, here, of one of our favorite literary essays ever, “The Dead Mule Rides Again,” in which Jerry Leath Mills argues that the distinguishing characteristic of Southern Literature is the presence of wholesale mule slaughter. If you haven’t read this, drop everything and do so now....
Paper is basically done, though I might retype it from scratch to guarantee that it is coherent and not written in penguin.
I just need 400 words to complete this paper (which is really just one extremely complex thought) and I can’t even find the next sentence.
This paper smells like week old sushi, which is an insensitive metaphor since I’m sure The Joads would have loved fresh fish.
Between the cold medicine and the red bull, I feel like I’m writing this midterm on a meth binge.
Evidence you are on the computer too much and smoke too much = you can type with one hand without looking down.
This night ends, not with a bang but with two capsules of NyQuil and the hopes of a dreamless tweet … err sleep.
Best thing about this cold: I can’t tell how bad my chicken wing work-shirt smells.
God I wish I had one of those shower tablets that releases eucalyptus scented chemicals so I could breathe for ten minutes with this cold.
Told a kid today at work that if he touched my food again I was going to rip out all of his teeth and mail them to him momma one at a time.
Caffiene and hair metal are poor substitutions for sunshine and happiness, but substitutions they are.
Eyeliner I wore for work last night has migrated so far down my face, I now look like The Crow.
I hate that spell check doesn’t recognize words that don’t exist, but obviously will one day.
Let’s kick this pig.
Sipping slowly on my last red bull waiting for a new case of it to be delivered at noon. Caffeine addiction achieved.
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Yoga, it turns out, is NOT just like riding a bicycle.
Palin Crossed Border For Canadian Health Care →
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Former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin — who has gone to great lengths to hype the supposed dangers of a big government takeover of American health care — admitted over the weekend that she used to get her treatment in Canada’s single-payer system.
“We used to hustle over the border for health care we received in Canada,” Palin said in her first...
