Winter of My Gastrointestinal Discontent

Right now I'm making English Muffin pizzas, which I have not had in some time and which I also extremely enjoy. Now that's comfort food.

Lately I cannot eat enough carbs or dairy; I've exceeded my own expectations in terms of how to concoct this ultimate combination.

I also made chicken parm with angel hair and ate it with warm Italian bread for lunch yesterday and dinner the night before.

I just can't bring myself to eat anything cold in the winter and even when I can get a vegetable down my hatch it's usually a mashed potato smothered in butter and cheddar cheese; another of my earthly delights.

As a non sequitur, I've been thinking of breaking down and getting on facebook.

But seriously, what is the point? All of the people I want to keep in my life I make an effort to stay in contact with.

Do I really need all the ex-ghosts of boyfriends past sending me friend requests?

It's kind of why I got off of myspace; even though I still have an account under a pseudonym for myspying purposes.

I also ended up finding out way too much personal 411 about someone and got concerned about what people might be able to find out about about me; like that I used to show the boys how to make a Certs spark in the dark when I worked at the local drug store.

What do you think? Should I cave?

Let me know by voting in the new poll on the top right.

$@bs

Back to the (Bump &) Grind

SO happy the holidays are oves at last!!!

Though it did mean I would have to show up for work - I spent the entire two weeks of my vacation dreading it.

Nevertheless, I'm also doubly glad that 2008 is no more - lots of hope for the new year.

My new year's eve was reminiscent of Y2K; a lot of hype over a very anticlimactic event.

Was taking a look at my goals from last year - my progress has been pretty pathetic, I must say.

How many of you make new year's resolutions? How many of those are accomplished?
Would love to hear more...

In other news, I've been thinking about a new term I've coined: sunsetting a legacy relationshit; sometimes you just don't really have anything in common with someone you've known for a long time.

You can only play phony bologna for so long... why do we insist on keeping people in our life that make us feel bad; or at the very least don't make us feel good?

$@bs

Happy Jew Near

Relieved that of my friends decided to have a New Years' Eve party in his apartment. I couldn't figure out what I was going to do with myself.

New Year's Eve reminds me of the movie Vacation with Chevey Chase; it's a quest for fun.

I didn't feel like spending a lot of money on a restaurant that night. I also had the option of schlepping to Bloomfield, which wasn't appealing to me. My final thought (aside from "...take care or yourself and each other) was to try to find catering work or the like so that I wouldn't have to stay home.

In an odd twist of fate, my boyfriend decided to change his flight last minute so that he'll be back this afternoon. I wonder if he'll want to come to the party with me; I think there will be all of 6 people there.

I hate to bring this up again, but since it is my job, I'm completely dreading going back to work.

Sometimes something in your brain changes; I guess one can consider it a concerted attitude adjustment. It must be a survival technique - animal instinct. It's this ability to reprioritize that allows me to feel more at ease with regard to my current position.

Having the motivation sucked out of me has been surprisingly refreshing since I've decided not to overexert myself in any way - I can't help but feel surrounded by the bowels of the employment pool. The motivation one once felt having landed a job is what one needs to get out of it.

$@bs

Merry Stressmas

The holidays tend to make people a little bit more on edge and I have been no exception; Christmas came and went. Despite my merry caroling, my holiday was less jolly than I anticipated; mostly because I didn't get what I wanted. It's not a good thing to have expectations.

To my defense, Santa led me to believe that I deserved what I asked for and that it was forthcoming, but then later let me know that at the time that he received my letter, he didn't want to tell me that is was too soon for that type of gift. I basically had to find out the hard way (never getting it) and was sorely disappointed as a result.

I don't just feel let down that I'm not going to get what I hoped for this Christmas. I could take that in stride; I'm a big girl.

I'm mostly upset that Santa led me we were on the same page, when in fact, we weren't. Basically, he was just too pussy to tell me the truth. I would have thought Santa would have been a lot bigger than that; presenting himself as a man's man with his nonstop physical training and what not.

I will have a total of almost two whole weeks off from work. There was talk of going away, but that didn't pan out either. I made plans to go away to Philly for a couple of days, as a last resort (an act of desperation) but my friend that was meant to drive sprang an oil leak, so the trip is canceled.

Needless to say, looking forward to these 2008 pieces of shit being over.

$@bs

Project Alcohol: Fierce

Got trashed last night... even shook my ass a bit. It was great.

I always feel especially accomplished on the nights I am able to go out and get drunk; mostly because usually I'm home watching movies on my laptop with a cat under each arm; not that that's a bad thing.

Last night I went to Fashion Forty, a bar an old friend of mine co-owns.

I wasn't there to see him though in the past I used to visit him every once in a while since I work around the corner.

Once when I stopped by, he didn't appear for an hour.

When I finally saw him, I told him I had been looking for him, his response was,

"Yea, everybody's looking for me."

I didn't bother to visit him again.

Get over yourself.

There will be more drinking in the late afternoon at my company Christmas party at Spanky's Barbeque.

I'm going to have to get drunk just to deal with being in a place called Spanky's.

$@bs

Tap Tap Taparroo

So I've been less than pleasant of late considering my extreme dissatisfaction with my position.

In case you haven't noticed, I've been marinating in it for days (as shown here). The chicken represents me and the sauce represents my irritation.

I was talking to my mother yesterday and she told me to check out www.tapping.com.

I'll admit, once I heard that mantras were involved, I was completely turned off, as per uj.

However, since I've been in the poo-pooest of moods recently, I figured I had nothing to lose so I went ahead and tried the exercise.

Afterward I actually felt a lot better. I tried to recreate the irritation and seriously could not do it - and recreating irritation is one of the things I do best.

Now I didn't repeat the mantras aloud, since I have a strict policy against that type of new age hooey, but I did say them in my head and came to understand that the exercise is about accepting negative feelings and then releasing them.

Check it out and let me know what you think! Does it swim or does it sink?

$@bs

Glass Half Fucking Bastard

I wish I could say I have PMS today and that's why I feel so cunty.

Blame it on my bad crab cake sandwich; the days I don't enjoy my lunch are horrible days indeed. Why does a bad lunch seem to always ruin a perfectly good day?

I have officially had it with my job - I just don't care anymore and there's no point in trying since it's kind of a joke.

For the most part, the people have either they have been here for 20 years and will never get another job anywhere else; or they don't care about a career and are just plodding along.

Needless to say, I'm a completely uninspired and disgruntled worker DELUXE.

Not only do I have no desire to be here, I don't have the energy to pretend that I do.

It's a sorry state of affairs, really.

This is what corporate America will do to you.

Thankfully I don't define myself by my job, so I'm only completely Les Miz when I'm here.

As soon as I leave I feel myself getting back to myself.

This place puts me in such a bad mood I don't even want to drink.

I'm also completely over living in New York. Don't you ever get sick of people being up your ass all the time???

Here, you'll see a picture of me trying to make my way to get lunch.

Here's something I never thought I would say: I can't WAIT to move (in accordance with the prophecy).

$@bs