Wednesday, April 8, 2009

"She like-a da way ya dick taste"

That is my favorite line from a movie I watch way too often. I like to watch "Knocked Up" before I go out on Friday nights, when I get home from the bars while eating White Castle, when I'm hungover on Saturday afternoons, when it's on Starz, when I'm sad and when I'm happy.

Anyway, here's a current list of things I want for this spring & summer:

Aside from beer, my most favorite alcoholic drink is tequila, which leads us to Margaritas! This summer I'd like to celebrate Margarita Mondays with the Margarator. If this is given to me, I foresee trouble in the near future.


I think I want to start wearing heels more regularly? Especially ones that look like these? If I happen to purchase these, and wear them on a Margarita Monday, there is no doubt in my mind I will wind up with at least one broken bone. But they're so pretty.


Lots & lots of film. And I'd like it to cost less. Polaroid discontinuing pack film is really hindering my creative flow. Shame on you, Polaroid.

I think I'd like a new crush. Maybe even a crush that isn't one sided and on a celebrity? Perhaps a crush that would lead to a manfriend joining me on a family vacation so I could share my bed with him instead of my parents?


I'd love it if the Wormers could take a lovely, all inclusive, beach vacation together. It'd be like the episode of Saved By The Bell when the gang went to Palm Springs. Only there'd be less Kelly/Zack drama and it'd be more like a week long shitshow - like St. Patrick's Day, only on steroids, because booze would be free.


I need an apartment. Perhaps I'm picky, but I don't want to settle and live in a janky shithole. I'd like a nice affordable place, in a great neighborhood, that has an absentee landlady & all/most utilities included. Is that too much to ask for? I won't give up hope.


I want two arm fulls of Siamese kittens so I can create the New York chapter of an itty bitty kitty orchestra called "The Meowing Cats Chorus". I'll settle for just one to snuggle with, though. Top kitten names are Bowie, Arbus and Stout.


This is what a mature bed looks like. The damask print is seductively whispering, in a very attractive French accent, "Oh Cherie, I am so ve-lee sovt and at-tract-eeve. Buy me. Sleep with me. I vill make you ap-ee." My future bedspread kinda sounds like the bee from the Nasonex commercial. Want.


A goose that lays golden eggs, because c'mmon, who wouldn't want one?


Ok, my Veruca Salt "I want, I want, I want" rant is over.


Happy Birthday Mommy.
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River Line

Mr. William Joel said it best & you know the rest of that lyric. It's a little too cheesy for me to write. Plus it always reminds me of that episode of Sex And The City (I think I just lost 4 male readers) when Big's dating a movie star.

Anyway, I find that title only fitting because all these pictures are from my very first trip to Ellis Island. Being a New Yorker, I take things like the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building and really good pizza for granted. I realized this when I was playing the "Guess Where They're From" game on the ferry and overheard different conversations of awe. Ya know, everyone still gasps in the same language.



Shana and I, and maybe Jamie? (please please puhleassssssse come with us!) are leaving for our roadtrip to Graceland on Friday. I am super pumped to see more of the country and put some check marks next to my life goal list. Especially the one that says "See retarded landmarks around the world. I.E: Big Fake Dinosaurs/World's Largest Ball of Twine."
Wish us luck!
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