my foot vs. the floor.

the floor won.

just a little something i pulled out of my foot last night.
no big deal.

my sewing machine is broken!!!

DAGNABIT!

nypl

secrets

i am letting you into a place where something very special happens: sleeping.


i hate this room. i cannot tell you or explain in words how much this room makes me cringe whenever i walk into it.

i have such ideals about how bedrooms HAVE TO look that i cannot even begin to endeavor where to begin. everything in this room makes me want to scratch off the paint with my bare fingernails.

so now i am beginning my restoration. UGH i hate this room. god - the whole thing, its bad. its really bad. we have so much work to do in here and what i want requires probably a billion doll-hairs.



here is the before (have you EVER seen SUCH a "before" in your life)




so with a tight but reasonable budget i hope to get everything in the picture below and have a nice, yummy and serene bedroom. now only if i could paint the floors white....




and the fabric for behind the bed will look like this:
(forgive me, i forget where i found this, if someone has a link , please tell me)

and we'll be clean clean clean til your daddy gives your swiffer awayyyy

seriously.
no matter HOW MUCH i scrub, vacuum, dust, mop- it's ALWAYS dirty.
say hello, plastic couch.

nytimes.com article on nyc cleanliness!

oof.

hungover.

this takes it to a whole new level

effing gross.

thanks, american apparel.

via the cut

kill me. seriously kill me

i just met ira glass (he lives on my block and i see him often but i never say anything) and he was talking to my neighbor and i said this and only this:


"I LOVE YOU. NOT TO BE WEIRD. BUT, I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU. I'M NOT WEIRD, I SWEAR."

i seriously don't deserve to be alive.

seriously.

i said this last night.

give me a fucking break.

5 reasons the swine flu story is DUMB.



(not dumb if you live in Mexico City, but dumb if you live ANYWHERE ELSE)

is anyone not a complete idiot

and people ask me why i think everyone is retarded.

click here.

im honestly about to murder someone

there is heavy heavy construction right outside my door. literally. outside.
there has been for over a year.

first i had to get used to the drilling at 8am. then it was the pounding steel. then it was the (literally) 40 story crane that was living 25 feet from my front door, hovering over my 4 story building, permeating my nightmares. Now that I am used to ALLLL those things, the worst has arrived.

what i am NOT capable of getting used to is the "Ooweh! Ooweh" disco sounds the construction workers scream all day every day, in addition to the 200 other annoying things they scream all the time. But that is, single handedly the most obnoxious and annoying sound effect in human history. I can hear them when I am IN the shower, water pouring in my ears, I can hear them all the way down the block. I have complained to 311 several times. I've called the construction company. The development company. No one on the building site will even talk to me much less listen to my complaints. I am seriously going slowly insane.

see how close construction is below. these picture were taken from my living room window.

hermit

i have been le hermit.

well, kind of. a computer hermit.

i've ACTUALLY been out of my house - for some wonderful things, some not so wonderful things!

bridal showers, bat mitzvahs and emergency rooms!
yayyyyyy

teabaggers

i hope you paid your taxes!

31

i have 31 dishcloths.
none of which have any meaning to me.
what is wrong with a person who has 31 dishcloths.
please do not get me started on drinking glasses or flatware.

i hate throwing things away (well, i actually love it), but mother of lawd its ridiculous.

so jamie and i did something that was so satisfying, only a man and a woman can accomplish this pleasure together:

we cleaned out our kitchen.

it was freakin awesome.

cavity schmavity

i got my cavity filled today.

i wish someone had told me not to drink COFFEE the morning of, because the shot of numbing stuff (not novocaine, the shit in the GIANT SUPER NEEDLE) doesn't work as well when you have caffeine.

so, after my GIANT coffee this morning off i went to the dentist where he proceeded to give me 3 syringes full of numbing stuff. it only took 1.5 hours to get me numb. now i can't eat anything for like 5 hours cause i have SO MUCH of it in me it wont wear off for like, the whole mother fluffing day, and i was warned i will chew my tongue off if i even try to eat soup with "anything chewable" in it.

i am officially grumpy.

update:
now that the stupid anaesthetic has worn off, where i was mouth murdered with a needle 3 times feels like i got hit in the face with a hammer.

oh yea, and a door fell on my head today.
it literally came off its hinges and fell on my head.

this is by far

the MOST fucked up thing i've ever seen.

on an episode of this american life from a few weeks ago, which can be found here, the discuss teachers in the ny public school system who don't get fired but get sent to a "rubber room" - where they sit and wait for YEARS. a ROOM. like detention. for YEARS.

click here to read a ny times article that was written a few years ago.

you may have heard about this already but its still SO fucked!

holy molar!

i have a cavity!

dangit!

image via flickr

rain, rain

go away
come again some other day
i want to go outside and play
come again some other day

what has the world come to

i went to rite aid (where nightmares are born), and of course they have ONE HOUR PHOTO on the side of the building - the section is empty, and i ask the girl if they still do 1 hr photo and she said "no, no one does that anymore" as though it was NOT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE to develop actual film.

finding somewhere to develop film was certainly easier than finding smart people. or even NOT DUMB people.