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[02 Dec 2008|08:49am] ( Private ) post comment

TRAMPLE THE WEAK AND HURL THE DEAD...THERE BE SHOPPIN' TO DO!!! [28 Nov 2008|04:25pm] [ mood | amused ] ( Stay classy, America. ) ETA: Oh my god. We've made it to almost 5pm and no updates from Sydney? Really? I thought I was missing five or so friend entries today. Whats with the lag? 7 comments|post comment

[26 Nov 2008|07:25pm] ( Private ) post comment

[26 Nov 2008|02:52pm] [ mood | cheerful ] Lots of new people... Hm. I'm quite excited for Thanksgiving, mostly because I don't have to see my crazy family this year, rather I'm going to see Chandler's my boyfriend family in Boston. His family is actually normal compared to the never-ending insanity my family seems to come up with for the Holidays. It'll be quite nice and relaxing. I really can't wait to see his twin nephews, they're getting so big! Hmm. Just a couple of hours to go. 3 comments|post comment

[20 Nov 2008|06:46am] [ mood | chapped ] [ music | 'Every Heart' - BoA ] God, new people. Fuck off. I need to stop licking my lips so much in the winter. Oh yeah. Hi new people. Lets see how long you guys last 6 comments|post comment

Locked to TJ [11 Nov 2008|10:44pm] Uh...I totally didn't do it, but someone photoshopped your head onto one of those cheesy male models posing in Christmas boxers...its actually kinda funny I found the parent image stuck in the copy machine. 4 comments|post comment

[08 Nov 2008|07:14pm] [ mood | cold ] I had a dream John McCain was in my bedroom this morning. I woke up in complete and utter panic, looked around and went back to sleep. 2 comments|post comment

Obama's Grandmother died last night [03 Nov 2008|06:28pm] http://kdka.com/politics/campaign08/obam.grandmother.dead.2.855392.html The Republican party is calling BS and demanding her birth certificate. Stay classy, GOP. 4 comments|post comment

[22 Oct 2008|07:59pm] [ mood | bored ] [ music | 'In my memory' - Tiesto ] [Locked from Richard and Dave] I was clearing out old documents in my computer the other day when I ran across the Office Memos I had saved. Remember those things Richard used to send out with his observations and suggestions from our fellow co-workers? Yeah, I miss them; I know you miss them too. So, for nostalgic value and because I am so bored that you people make me want to suck blow through a bendy straw off my desk. Your lack of drama makes being sober so unappealing. I'm posting them. The anon postings were better but I forgot to save those. ( Old office memos (some with Richard's comments) ) 15 comments|post comment

[20 Oct 2008|02:57am] [ mood | sore ] [ music | 'Planet you're on' - Luciana (dead mouse remix) ] So, yeah, this Marley person seriously needs to go. I'm not even making an effort to be friendly to him. He's already pushed on the Men of Spent photoshoot AND made over a bunch of girls for their little girls night out thing. What the hell!? I used to do that! Ugh, this is so annoying and not what I need right now. And he's so handsome and charming and interesting. I hate him. Hate him hate him hate him. I don't care how 6th grade this sounds. Eh. Striiiiiiiike The new episode of South Park is pretty decent...is it wrong that I am laughing at the breast cancer jokes...no, wow, thats wrong fact Cartman actually gets the crap beat out of him ? He seriously needed it. My roomie Amanda accidentally dumped some lemon pepper into the pot of lima beans she was cooking and...its pretty good, actually. My weekend was alright, pretty boring actually. Life after rehab vacation can be pretty lame. My order of make-up from Australia hasn't came in yet so I'm still working with disgusting, Texas-oil style MAC which clogs up the airbrush machine. I miss Chandler already. He's only returned to Paris a two weeks ago and I'm still having trouble sleeping. God I am so fucking cranky. I'm going to lay down. I have a massive headache keeping me from sleeping...and my cat, Sydney, is hogging the bed. ...Wow, I really have nothing to update. 20 comments|post comment

[01 Oct 2008|04:29pm] [ mood | okay ] Oh. my. god. Who the fuck sets a fashion closet on fire!? A closet of FASHIONABLE ITEMS!? Thats like...one of the worst sins anyone could commit against fashion. My make-up is charred. All my work is gone. My portfolio. Contacts. Oh my god oh my god. Breathe. Breathe. Don't get stressed. Find your center, just like the counselors told you. I'm gone a month and a half and someone manages to burn up Fashion and water damage all of the 21st floor. Spent never ceases to amaze me. At least the seats in the conference room are comfy. 3 comments|post comment

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[06 Aug 2008|06:28pm] [ mood | aggravated ] Not even ten minutes before my lunch hour ends at the Jimmy John's I'm eating at, I see some early 30ish black dude walk up to a couple of bikes parked outside of the store; I remembered a few kids rode on those bokes before coming inside. He looks over them, then casually hops on one and starts to roll away. I loudly asked if anyone owned the purple child-sized bike because, uh, someone just hopped on it and rode off. Some little kid looked up from the cash register and said "A purple bike? Thats mine!" Then bolts out the store, and I run after him. Upon seeing the guy ride away with said bike (which, looking back, seeing a roughly 6'2", 200+ man on a purple bike built for an 8-year-old looked kinda hilarious) I broke off into a run as the little boy shouted "Get the fuck off my bike, thief!" The lunch hour walkers outside all looked confused as I ran past them. The man looked over his shoulder then attempted to speed up faster. I chased him a good two blocks, dodging through traffic, pushing people over and yelling at him (yeah, because it was so gonna help), while confused business folks said "Whats going on?", "a stolen bike?", "YOU GET 'EM!". However, I was winded and losing speed. As a last resort, I frantically took off my shoe and launched it at his head. It hit the man, he swayed then started to fall; However, he steadied himself at the last moment then sped off and turned down the busy post-lunch-rush-hour street. I still feel pretty shitty over it, especially when I turned around to see the kid standing a few feet away, tears in his eyes. I walked him back to JJ's and gave him some money to catch a bus home, as he was sobbing that he didn't know how he'll get home now. I dunno. I just...am still at a loss for words. Why did people stand there with thumbs up their asses when they saw me chasing after some guy with the kid behind me screaming "He stole my bike!" Everyone just moved out of the way, looking confused. Uuugh. 11 comments|post comment

[05 Aug 2008|02:41am] [ mood | wtf? ] [ music | 'Silently' - Shawn Mitiska ft. Jaren ] ...Oh my god. My monitor just sneezed...and shook after the sneeze. Yeah, I think I need to go to bed. 4 comments|post comment

[30 Jul 2008|12:45am] [ mood | restless ] [ music | 'Now you're gone' - Basshunter ] Oh how terribly engaging Spent is lately. No, really. I other news, I am completely in love with Pom Wonderful. Especially the Pomegranate and Blueberry Mix. <3<3 I also have this intense impulse to paint my room again. I'm so tired of the deep blue. Maybe something summery, like Sage. Ugh, my brain won't shut up. Yay insomnia. 3 comments|post comment

[26 Jul 2008|01:12am] [ mood | hyper ] [ music | 'The One' - Sharam ] ( private ) post comment

[22 Jul 2008|05:22am] [ mood | lazy ] [ music | 'Get Wild' - Sharam ] Uuuugh I can't believe I missed Deep Dish at Crobar in Chicago. Jesus christ, I hate my fucking job sometimes. My friends showed me pictures and videos of the rave and it looks SO FUCKING AMAZING. They even got in the DJ booth to meet Sharam! djhfdskjhshjglkhkwqekh!!!!!!!! I was stuck sneaking off for cigarettes in the woods, rooming with Jacob (ugh, worst rooming set-up ever) and doing stupid outdoor shit with a bunch of overly perky teens whom I wanted to stab. Immediately. Oh poo, I'm being a cry-baby. Since being home I have non-stop partied at all of my haunts indulged in the comforts of modern technology. I missed my wonderful, super fluffy bed the most this weekend. I also went to see Dark Knight (since, you know, we weren't around for its release this weekend) and took a real, extra long shower with extra hot shower. I'm not a roughing-it kind of person, though I did surprise myself with how well I handled the weekend outdoors. 3 comments|post comment

Old People in Love and Ice Cream [16 Jul 2008|08:05pm] [ mood | content ] So usually this kind of sappy shit makes me sick and if I read it online somewhere I'd think it was fake, but I witnessed it and held in the vomit. I shop at Gristie's often, like 3 or 4 times a week. When I walk there, I can't buy $100 worth of groceries and carry three miles back to my place (I could always go to D'Agostino's but that place has a poor selection and is way over priced. Anyway...). One of my favorite things to do while shopping is watch old people buy ice cream there. They get to the ice cream freezer and see 20 different brands and 100 different flavors and are usually lost. It doesn't really matter because all they are trying to do is find the pineapple sherbert anyway. So today I see this old couple shopping and I hear the old man say "You said I could get some ice cream." Now, most of the store heard him, except the lady he was with. Anyway, I see them go down the ice cream aisle and get ready to enjoy the show. She looks at all the flavors and starts suggesting flavors to get, "Do you want to try the Eddy's Vanilla Bean?" and so. He says things like "No, I don't like that kind. What about this one?" She replies "You had that at Billy's and you didn't care much for it. We are not buying that." This back and forth goes on for a minute or two. Until she finally says, "I'm just going to get this kind." and grabs a carton and puts it in the cart and starts to wheel away to the check-out. He grabs the cart with both hands and looks in there to see what kind she got. He's squinting and lifts up his glasses, then looks at her with a confused smile. "That's my favorite kind." She places her hand on top of his hand on the carts, looks at him with a glowing face and says, "I know." They walk up to the check-out together. 3 comments|post comment

[07 Jul 2008|05:52pm] [ mood | energetic ] 4th of July was so amazing! I still feel the effects from the partying, and the stuff Ryan got me was, ugh god, perfection! I really had a great time in the city. Barracuda was really busy, I was there pretty much all weekend and they had decorated the place so beautifully for 4th of July. Afterwards I have no idea how my friends and I went to the pier to watch the fireworks. I still haven't been to bed yet since my nap Saturday morning. I have too much energy I think I am getting some sushi after work. Hm, not sure yet. 1 comment|post comment

[04 Jul 2008|03:21am] [ mood | refreshed ] If Riley can do it so can I Right, so, my cat has really really bad seperation anxiety and I can't leave her alone for the weekend of the retreat. Seriously! If I walk anywhere near the door she flips out and will lay in front of it so I can't leave. So, yeah, sorry guess I'll have to go to that rave in Chicago! <3<3<3 stay at home and make sure she is loved on enough. I'm sure you understand. 6 comments|post comment

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