- Getting a little miffed when crazies on the train assert that my hair is a wig.
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Sports bras that support and don’t make your boobs look like pancakes. Waiting on you, science…
I said I didn’t feel bad when Rue died in the Hunger Games, so this guy said that I must not care about the kids and families and everything in Sandy Hook. I have never been more offended in my life.
I was having a great night. I saw my beautiful friend perform burlesque for a Planned Parenthood event (Ingeniously titled “Immaculate Contraception”)
But then it took 2 hours to get home when it should have taken 13 fuckin minutes.
This is why people use G-Train as a synonym for “unreliable bullshit.”
Fuck that party, it’s G-Train.
Ugh I’m so tired now and I hate it and NYC is really being a pain in my whole asshole right now.
A crazy, presumably dirty, and smelly, guy with no umbrella started walking towards me with his arms open screaming “I NEED A HUG FROM YOU!!!”
I started running, with my umbrella, screaming “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AHHHHH”
and that is why the back of my pants are soaking wet.
“Why should women be paid equal to men? Men have been in the working world a lot longer and deserve to be paid at a higher rate. Heck, I’m a working mom and I’m not paid a dime. I depend on my husband to provide for me and my family, as should most women… and if a woman does work, she should be happy just to be out there in the working world and quit complaining that she’s not making as much as her male counterparts. I mean really, all this wanting to be equal nonsense is going to be detrimental to the future of women everywhere. Who’s going to want to hire a woman, or for that matter, even marry a woman who thinks she is the same, if not better than a man at any job. It’s almost laughable. C’mon now ladies, are you with me on this?”
but uptown manhattan at Barney’s and Bergdorf’s and Hermes and Bendel’s made me super depressed today. It was like that scene in Pretty Woman where Vivien goes to get clothes and no one will help her. Well I wasn’t looking for help, but the side-eyes let me know I was out of my league.
Tonight, Kyle and I played trivia at the Pub. Our team is called “Super Best Friends Club.” We’re always the cutest team in the room by like 10 million because apparently weirdos go to trivia on Sunday.
Whatever, I had a blast and a half today. Ugh, let’s fast forward to next weekend.
-Talked to Scooter Magruder. His youtube channel is blowing up, and I couldn’t be happier for him.
-Voice seems a little bit less squeaky, so maybe I can actually record stuff this weekend.
-It was pay day.
-Saw Mason. He was so cute and cuddly. He kept telling Tasha that I was his best friend.
-Was exhausted all day.
-People kept talking to me and I couldn’t respond.
-My tire light is on AGAIN.
-Forgot about this YELP event and oh yeah, my company didn’t end up supplying water, so now I get to look forward to the backlash on Monday. (fuck my life)
-Tried to fix the YELP situation, but it decided to be lightning-and-rain-a-palooza which subsequently became “everyone ram your cars into everyone else’s cars -a-palooza” on the highway.
-Kroger card didn’t actually help the price of gas that much…
cool Pandora, just play Tiny Vessels, the one song by Death Cab that fucks my shit up and ruins my entire life when I’m having a shitty shitty day. Fast forward 5 months please.