June 2009
“All this time I’ve been trying to figure out the perfect man for you and...”
– The wise Brandon Howard, my relationship advice guru and fellow True Blood enthusiast
“The core of man’s spirit comes from new experiences.”
– Chris McCandless from Into The Wild
Finally watching this movie, what a waste of potential. He seemed like such an interesting guy.
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you
My blog got a bit of a make over. It was time for a change. Hope you like it.
When Do We Stop Thinking It’s Just Bad Weather? →
nettap:
The post is short but the idea behind it is rather thought-provoking.
(via:caro:emilydee)
I took a dance class last night
My gym has a class on Wednesday nights called the NYC Dance Project, taught by Abby Goldenberg. I was a bit skeptical at first, not knowing what to expect based on the description online and was even more nervous when I arrived and everyone seemed to know each other and were outfitted in dance troupe attire. To make the situation worse, when I introduced myself to the instructor and indicated it...
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Ten Things Not to Do in New York City →
soupsoup:
katoleary:
I think this is a pretty great article, and I agreed with the tips provided — especially the one about going to Rocco’s for cannolis instead of waiting in line at Magnolia.
An excellent list.
“I think the reason women are obsessed with vampires is that they like the idea...”
– my new intern Scott Sparks
The Cramer-Krasselt Cultural Dictionary 2009 (my...
scottwsparks:
Blackburied (adj) Feeling inundated and exhausted from trying to be on top of all your emails and contacts 24/7 via your handheld mobile device.
Blago (n) Derived from former Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich. An expletive used when one has ruined something horribly (e.g., an attempt to sell a vacant seat in the Senate to the highest bidder).
Carborexic (n) A person who is obsessed...
Joke of the day
Jake was dying.
His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber.
He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. “Becky my
darling,” he whispered.
“Hush my love,” she said. “Rest, don’t talk.”
He was insistent.
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