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The Curse of

You what is like, the PERFECT thing to get right before your birthday? You know, just when the realization that another year has flown by and you're officially closer to 30 than 20 is just REALLY starting to sink in? How about an email from a long-lost high school friend who is now married to another long-lost high school friend and guess what! They already have a baby. Who's already a year old. Isn't that JUST PEACHY? No, it really is. I'm so glad to hear from him and can't wait to write back and find out more. But...but... But... Read more →

Joyous Acquisition of Goods

Very good day today. Got such the nice haul from Jason's parents this morning, and when you add all the fantabulous stuff my girlfriends gave me last night (jewelry! awesome house do-dahs! food! Coach Signature Crusher hat! I love these people!), I'm feeling a bit drunk on the "getting" part of the holiday season. Jason ruined the joy of the "giving" side of the equation again, as he has done many, many times before. We got his dad this really cool vintage-type Ski Whistler Blackcomb tee from Urban Outfitters (NASDAQ: URBN) cool that Jason was going to buy one for... Read more →


'Nuff said. Went out last night and most of the early morning for my birthday with my girls (whoo, ghetto!) to kickoff the Amy Birthday Extravaganza Week. It will be interrupted momentarily by Christmas on Thursday, but then it's all about me again. 26 years old. I am slowly dealing with the fact that I will never appear on The Real World. Mourn with me, people. Anyway, we went to Meze for a Turkish tapas, Felix, and finally Home. Felix had been invaded by some company holiday party (yeah, well, ours was at the Pooks Hill Marriott! That's cool too!)... Read more →

Blogger Navel Gazing

Or, Operation Bump the Creepy Joyce Pic Off the Homepage, Part I The Guardian has an interesting article about the whole blog categorizing/defining/intellectualizing debate, but what really caught my eye was this chart by the fantastic Hugh MacLeod that pretty much nails the entire blogging community: And speaking of Hugh, if anyone still doesn't know what to get me for Christmas or my birthday...please please please click here and buy me some blog cards. We must haves them, we neeeeeds them, the precioussssssss. Read more →

Stop me if you've heard this one...

Way busy today. And since every blog seems to be legally obligated to make at least one reference to the now-classic Worst Album Covers Ever...I think it's time I hopped on this played-out bandwagon. Heh. Heh heh. Joyce. Heh. Update: I just opened my page a few minutes after posting this and must say, while hilarious, that picture is waaaay too disconcerting for the home page. Stop staring at me Joyce! Put the rose down! I repeat: Put the rose down! At least this will compel me to post a lot of updates so Joyce will be banished to the... Read more →

What Happens When I Lose the TiVo Remote

At the risk of getting all "did ya ever notice" on you, but seriously, have you seen these new(ish) AOL commercials? First, Snoop Dogg?? The hell? And while the big fish made of the AOL discs is a funny visual, it just doesn't work to go: "Oh, we know we annoyed the hell out of you and created tons of non-biodegradable waste with those discs, but seriously, the latest one is cool! And oh look! Here's Snoop Dogg!"...and expect us to listen. (Oh, and putting the discs in DVD packaging ain't fooling nobody.) But then again, if AOL subscribers are... Read more →

Nothing Good Will Come of This

A Krispy Kreme has opened near my office. And not just a little kiosk or Dunkin' Donuts-type storefront. Nay, this Krispy Kreme is a mammoth, freestanding eclipses both the bank and the Starbucks nearby. And this Starbucks has a freaking solarium. The Krispy Kreme has an antique truck parked out front, representing the donut trucks of olde, I guess...and a drive-thru in the back. Yes, that's right. Drive-thru donuts. My friend Christine and I, after completely pigging out at Chipotle for lunch, decided a little sweet something was in order to quench the hot salsa aftermath, and went to... Read more →

The Secret Lives of Storches

On the agenda for tonight: First up, a Peapod delivery. Food, blessed food. And toilet paper. Sheesh. Grown-ups? Yeah, not yet apparently. Our fridge is bare except for condiments and some funky Thanksgiving leftovers that neither of us wants to deal with so we're having a bit of a stand-off. As long as they remain securely tinfoiled we are protected from the presumably bad smell and the soaking and the scraping and the oy-good-glavin of the petrified food. Although, I have nothing against soaking dishes. I'll soak a dish for a week if I have to, and periodically re-run the... Read more →

An Open Letter to The UPS Store

Dear UPS Store, I love you. So much. Be my boyfriend, UPS Store. You were made for people like me. I do not have my shit together. Buying gifts is the extent of my togetherness. I do not have boxes and packing tape and peanuts. And I do not do the Post Office. So much love for the UPS Store. I dashed there after work with nephew gifts in tow (no need to rush! extra-late holiday hours!) and within 10 minutes, they were boxed, taped, labeled and whoosh...grabbed by a UPS guy and were on the truck outside by the... Read more →

TiVo Hermits

So we've been so busy catching up on the dozens of hours of TiVo-recommended entertainment all freaking day that we completely missed the Big News. I finally staggered away from hour 43 or something of Battlestar Galactica to check my email and whoop, there it is. We caught him. He looks like shit, and he knows he's totally fucked. Huzzah and much rejoicing. Think we'll ever catch Osama? Oh yeah, almost forgot about him, didn't you? Read more →