| Call me Sissy |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
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I think I need to change my name. I pronounce Sarah with some sort of accent - where it comes out Sah-rah. Apparently this is weird. People never understand it over the phone. I can't call myself Ser-rah. Which I think is the "right" way. So maybe the middle name - jane? janie? sissy? sally? Sassy J? |
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| Music I need to Buy |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|10:57 am] |
because I watch too much MTV2: Arcade Fire, Kaiser Chiefs, Gorillaz,
Bloc Party, Hot Hot Heat and even...agh, the Bravery. Sure, sure I'm so
lame, blah blah. I need running music! Of course Diamond Nights if they
would get on Itunes already.
because I watch too much BET (and yet
never enough): 50 Cent "Just a lil' bit", Frankie J "Obsession", Ying
Yang Twins "Whisper Song", Brooke Valentine "Girlfight", Ciara "Oh",
all of Ludacris and all of new Mariah "the Emancipation of Mimi" . Also
Omarion's "let it touch". Also I finally want to download that lil
Scrappy song. Hmm. Also the collabo between Justin Timberlake and Snoop
Dog. Ooohh, JT call me. And even Daddy Yankee "Gasolina". Sort of
incredibly annoying, but also possibly good running music. Don't judge! |
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| Ohhhhh |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|12:24 pm] |
OMG, I stayed out until 6 in the morning and want to die. I didn't really get drunk this weekend, but I did basically have a steady flow of drinks in my hand from Thursday night until 6 in the morning today. Dorothy's party was outrageous, totally OTT, and I as usual wore heels and instantly regretted it. We danced the night away, Diamond Ni*ghts was incredible, and after we went to their recording studio to hang around, I left after a bit but it felt like a music video.
Coney Island on Friday was fun even though it was essentially closed. We walked on the rainy boardwalk, went to the aquarium, and played bumper cars and the arcade. Dorothy, Peter, Sam and I all did this electronic palm reading thing that prints out a chart of your sexual habits. there was a section about what type of Animal you are in bed. Dorothy got rabbit and Peter got monkey, fine, but I got BEAR. How bad is that. I'm a big, lumbering love machine. Watch out boys. Sam got the best one, JunkYard Dog. We decided that means he is tenacious and rabid. |
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| Yeah! |
[Apr. 21st, 2005|10:00 am] |
Happy Birthday, Dorothy!
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| My ear is dirty, and not in a good way |
[Apr. 20th, 2005|02:14 pm] |
Today on the subway, sweating like a pig in a too-tight winter suit, thinking this might be the most disgusting I'll ever get-
when the woman next to me starts pantomiming about my Ipod. Proud
parent that I am of this delightful mini, I didn't discourage her,
although I couldn't understand anything she was saying. I just nodded.
She seemed a little crazy. Then she gestured at my earbud - (what are
those called? they go inside your ear?) like she wanted to see it.
So,
keeping a tight grip on my beloved lil' music maker, I took one bud out
of my ear. With that, she took it out of my hand and put it in her own ear.
My insides recoiled, I don't think I'm squeamish but that grossed me
out. Then she gave it back to me and I felt like I had to put it back
in my ear. So I did. I feel like we had ear sex, and it was bad.
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| New Pope, Raise the Roof |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|12:53 pm] |
Another conservative, by conservative standards:
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Apr 19, 12:51 PM EDT
Cardinal Ratzinger of Germany Is New Pope
By WILLIAM J. KOLE
Associated Press Writer VATICAN CITY (AP) -- Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger
of Germany, a longtime guardian of doctrinal orthodoxy, was elected the
new pope Tuesday evening in the first conclave of the new millennium.
He chose the name Pope Benedict XVI.
Ratzinger, the first German pope in centuries, served John Paul II
since 1981 as head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. In that position, he has disciplined church dissidents and upheld church policy against attempts by liberals for reforms. He turned 78 on Saturday
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| Warning: About Dreams |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|10:55 am] |
I know it's annoying when people tell you about dreams, but this one is
too funny. I'll make it short. The other night I dreamed I was on
America's Next Top Model and our challenge was to do some sort of
jousting thing, and I had to do it with Tyra Banks and I hit her in the
head three times and she started to cry. Then they said our next
challenge was to meet up with an ex-boyfriend and see how we handle the
stress. The ex waiting for me was, of course, LL COOL J. Awesome. It's true that I only ran into him in Paris and Manhasset, but you know how we do it.
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| Weekend |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|10:43 am] |
Was GREAT, wink wink wink.
On sunday I went to Prospect Park with the roommates and met up with
Ryan, who lives right there. Scrabble was played, a ball was tossed,
and there was much people watching. There was even a strange man in a
speedo, legs akimbo, in search of that perfect tan. Isn't there always?
Jill pointed out that he was probably the type to try and tan like that
all winter. I envisioned him in the same outfit but with earmuffs.
Anyway after Ryan made us an amazing dinner and we played "celebrity"
with his roommates, apartment vs. apartment. It was very wholesome. The
girls won, of course. I was sort of mad since I had written "Star
Jones" as one of the celebrities to guess, since she is random and I
thought it would be tough, and they were all: "Oh, but you watch
daytime TV, we don't know those." I do NOT watch the View, I loathe Star Jones Reynolds and I pity Al. There!
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| How to lose your soul... |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|11:33 am] |
Try and sound like Cindy Adams once. Just for fun.
Long live Liz Smith!
RIP Jazzy. NOT! |
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| Oink |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|06:48 pm] |
Ugh! Lisa, I blame your entry about pancakes - I started thinking about
breakfast for dinner and thought of bacon, decided to have a bacon and
tomato sandwich for dinner. Yes, it is 6:49 and I've eaten dinner:
senior citizenship, you hold no mystery for me.
I never have meat, really and never ever eat red meat, and now I feel sick. And I smell like bacon, t'boot.
Anyway I was thinking about going to the gym, I went this
morning and I haven't gone in so long that all I could do was a total
body conditioning class and all of my muscles started to tremble and I
didn't do any cardio. And boy do I need cardio, I have gotten SO out of
shape and I wasn't even that in shape before. Now that I smell
like bacon - porcine in every way - I am more inspired to go but less likely to, why inflict my eau de'piggy on some treamiller?
The Total Body Conditioning class was no joke, though, and the
instructor had an English accent so it all seemed more intense and
horrible. Adding to the evil-circus like quality was the calypso music
she decided to play while we did leg-lifts. Yes, leg-lifts! Laugh, but
they are really hard, basically pilates, I think.
Anyway, I smell like a bacon.
Oink oink!
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| Wait'll you see my |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|10:41 am] |
While drinking my coffee this morning, I watched the Ying Yang Twins
"Wait (whisper song)" video. Obviously the whole song is whispered.
There are some great lines:
Wait'll ya see my ***oooooh***
Wait'll ya see me ****ooooooo***
Wait'll ya see my **aaaaahhhhh***
I'll beat that ********************
I like how it's to the point, none of that totally confusing stuff about anacondas. I sincerely hope that the lines end with dick
and not just *ooohh* and *aaaah*. Judging by the video they do. The
video gets right to the point. There are about 30 girls writhing on the
bed at one point, and other shots of this thick girl (more curves than
a race track, thanks) shaking it in front of some extra-fancy car. I
don't like to get confused with my music videos! None of this
conceptual crap, give me the money shots.
There are also some lines about "carrying yer thong in yer mouth"
which sort of made me throw up some coffee in my mouth. Perhaps I would
feel differently if I were drinking some champagne and actually had one
of the Ying Yang twins whispering it to me. Ew. I have to go throw up
now, for real.
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| Uh oh |
[Apr. 11th, 2005|02:27 pm] |
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I have a crush on Freddy Adu. Yes, I'm that disgusting. |
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| Chic protester(?) at the Capitol! |
[Apr. 11th, 2005|02:03 pm] |
So I'm typing away on the resumes but I of course have CNN on in the background (okay, more often VH1, BET or MTV/2) but you know. A few minutes ago they were covering a 'suspicious man in black' at the capitol, who was just standing there next to two suitcases. Irrespective of the most disturbing part of the news coverage (the use of the word "beef" by the newscaster) I have a few questions: did anyone ask him why he was there? Apparently 10 swat guys just tippy-toed up behind him and took him down, face first on the pavement, and then dragged him away.
How do we know he wasn't simply a corporate mime? Or having a nervous breakdown (quietly). Or, perhaps it was Ashton Kutcher trying to punk the Capitol?
His take down looked really painful. Oh, Ashton, I hope it was you.
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/national/AP-Capitol-Suitcases.html |
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| You can NOT have it all |
[Apr. 11th, 2005|12:44 pm] |
Dorothy and I went to a favorite bar of ours, to sit outside last
night, and there were children there. I go to bars to drink alcohol,
primarily, but also to avoid noisy little tykes.
There were these two couples, each had a child, and they were all
loving the scene. The parents were sort of looking around smirking and
beaming a complacent though marvelous vibe of : see? We can have it all. Kids, whiskey, and a spring day.
Their kids were extremely cute. And not being particularly bad. They
were, however, being children and this is a problem at a bar. They were
making all sorts of squeaks and yelps and running around being charming, I guess, but in a really obtrusive, boisterous, and, ahem, childish way.
There was an an enormous dog sitting near us, really more like a
grizzley, and I was even hoping that the dog would start barking at
them and they would start to cry and leave. I'm horrible. The dog
didn't really care about them. Even when the little boy started
slamming the metal grate over and over again to hear the amazingly loud
clang, while squealing with delight at his own productivity.
Dorothy and I kept staring at them and I wasn't doing a good job of
masking my antipathy so we went inside. Then we found out they were the
owner's kids and I tried to beam maternally at them when I went up to
the bar for my second whiskey and ginger ale. I don't think I was
convincing, the owner stared at me suspiciously.
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| 106 and Park, thanks |
[Apr. 8th, 2005|10:36 am] |
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I am liking the Ciara featuring Ludacris song, "Oh". It might get boring after a few listens but I think it would be good for a late night party dancing song, it has a dirty bass. And the video has Ciara dancing on top of a car, looking tuff. Ciara, call me! |
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| Wah |
[Apr. 7th, 2005|01:02 pm] |
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Wahhh. I am trying to link to an article on Britney Spears and livejournal won't let me. Livejournal, this is about BRITNEY SPEARS. |
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| Saturday night |
[Apr. 6th, 2005|01:09 pm] |
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Was fun. An amazing party was thrown with pinata and Kate and Lauren in matching outfits. AND ankle socks. I had whiskey which didn't effect me as much as the full-grade coca-cola I drank with it. Dorothy got so hyper on the soda/candy that she suddenly broke out into the craziest dance I have every seen, complete with knee dips and kicks sort of like those Russian dances. I stood there, agog. After about 30 seconds of this she collapsed on the couch next to Tim, who had overdone it on Fun-dip and Nerds. |
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