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Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

Wednesday, October 26, 2005 at 12:12 AM

Text Mess(ages)

Since when has "text" become a verb? I overheard two people on the train yesterday and one said to the other " I texted the number to Jenna". But he kinda stumbled when he got to "texted", because it's such an awkward word. I can't bring myself to use it yet.

Anyway....have you gotten text spam yet? I got one recently, so I know the flood can't be too far behind. There should be a way to block incoming messages. Dammit.

Monday, October 24, 2005 at 7:57 PM

Fashion Forward


For months, I lived in PA without much to talk about in the way of fashion. No sooner do I return to NYC than I get attacked by the latest groupie trend. Is there any woman in Brooklyn (besides me) who is NOT sporting the "uniform" (or some variation thereof) this season?

When I say uniform, I'm referring to the short sport jacket or blazer, with the tight jeans, oversized belt (preferrably metallic-looking) and the mid-calf to knee-high cowboy or bavarian boots ensemble that has taken over Brooklyn.

When I first got home I noticed someone wearing the outfit and I thought "cowboy boots? When the hell did those become fashionable?" But the sista was wearing it well and I said "hmm...I am feeling that look". Not that I'm one to chase trends, mind you. Since I'll be having a real job for once and I will have to (finally, regrettably) put aside my comfortable college gear...I'm a little more interested in what folks are wearing.

I noticed a couple more females with the cowboy boots. O...k. Then I noticed that females were going out in groups...like 3 or 4 at a time, with the same outfit on, just different colors. Or maybe one girl had a sport coat on and the other had a track jacket with knee high boxing sneakers. Yuck.













It's a cute look, I think..... but it loses appeal when everyone's doing it. And do guys really find it sexy when 3 girls are out "on the town" and wearing complementary outfits?

Sunday, October 23, 2005 at 12:16 AM

If you have nothing nice to say....

Don't you just hate when people can't take a hint? Many moons ago I started talking to a guy online...he was a newly admitted attorney, so I was doing the networking thing. He kinda got my interest, but he was being all weird about us actually speaking, so I left it alone. We spoke off and on for a little while ---and since I have this thing about not dating attorneys--- it was never beyond a professional level.

About 2 months ago, he asked to see my picture, so I sent it to him. He sent me his...I wasn't particularly feeling it, so I said something like "hmm...wouldn't have imagined that you had locks", thinking that this would divert his attention.

Last night he was on IM and the following conversation occurred:

TRUUTH: how are the fellas treatin u
Panhandler: hmmm....I am/was seeing someone in PA. Things are weird, but I am single for all intents and purposes
TRUUTH: i see, do u have any new pics?
Panhandler: not since the ones I sent you
TRUUTH: ok
TRUUTH: whatd u think of mine
Panhandler: it was cool....we spoke about it before....I think I said something about your hair
TRUUTH: i think all you told me was that you didnt expect locks. what does 'it was cool' mean. does that mean you thought it was well taken, or the background was breath-taking?
TRUUTH: or was it too plain?
Panhandler: There wasn't a background if I recall
TRUUTH: ok, tell me more...
Panhandler: there isn't more to tell
TRUUTH: what does cool mean?
Panhandler: cool, aight, OK... same thing
TRUUTH: ok, when I saw yours, i told you that i thought you were very cute. thats what i thought about your pics. what did you think of mine?
Panhandler: I thought you were OK
TRUUTH: ok counselor, i'll leave you alone...we've been getting alot of rain lately
Panhandler: indeed we have

It's not that he's particularly bad-looking. He just wasn't appealing to me. Maybe it was that particular photo....all I know is, I wasn't feeling him. Isn't the saying "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all?" Should I have just said "actually, I thought your picture sucked?!"

Monday, October 17, 2005 at 6:22 PM

Welcome to Brooklyn....put your lighters up!

Since L'il Kim's song was blasting repeatedly on the airwaves as I made the trek back and forth from PA to NY, she gets to be the theme music for my return.

The last day at work was Friday. I wasn't expecting it, but my co-workers had a little cake and chocolate for me as I made my exit. Butter cream icing...can we say FAT?! But good.

So I'm back in NYC with my parents, and it's everything I knew it would be :-(. Mom greeted me with squawking about how friends will always disappoint you and I should have let her come and get me from PA *sigh*. The next day I drove back to PA to pick up the last of my stuff. I decided to take my brother to Wal-Mart (he loves the irony of the fact that you can buy guns, furniture and milk in the same place) and I also took him to some of my local neighborhood spots. I left PA at 5:15 and got back to Brooklyn at 7:20. I heard that in my absence, mom was squawking about how I must do things late at night all the time. Little did she know that while I was at Wal-Mart I did some grocery shopping for the house.

It's going to be a very long 6-8 months here.

Friday, October 14, 2005 at 6:04 PM

What about your friends?

This week's fucked up friend award goes to: Ron.

We all know that I've been planning to move back to NYC for a while. About a month ago, Ron volunteered to help me move because he works for a moving company and has access to trucks. Now, I was planning to move a little bit at a time, but there are big things like my bike, TV and dresser that I would need a van/truck or 2 car trips for. I feel bad enough for moving back in with my parents, I didn't want to further impose upon them by asking them to come and get me and all my stuff. (even though I know they'd do it).

So when Ron volunteered, I saw it as the answer to alot of problems. Of course, I was planning to pay him a little something anyway....just because. I reminded Ron last week that I would be moving this Saturday. "No problem" he said.

Imagine my surprise when I call him today to get details and he's like "oh, I forgot about that. I have to work tomorrow....well, I can still come out, but I'm going to have to rent something and so I'm going to have to charge you for it". Mother!#$#%^&*.....you could have said that last month when you volunteered to help, or even last week when you said everything was cool. I would have then asked my parents to come take a little bit of it each weekend, or I'd have found some way to get more stuff back to NY instead of thinking I had a small truck at my disposal.

Talk about some shady shite. Damn. If I have to ask m parents to come get me now at the 11th hour, I know my mom is not going to let me forget about it. What to do?!

Thursday, October 13, 2005 at 6:37 PM

Leaving work in T-2

Today is the second to last day at work. My desk is clear of all my personal belongings. I'm trying to find a way to keep my ID. I've managed to keep several IDs over the past few years....souvenirs of past employment, I guess.

Yesterday was my last day with the boss, since she is on vacation as of today. It was a bittersweet moment. As miserable as she made me over the past few months, somehow the parting was still sad. The project she's been working on for years, which had finally made it to the Governor's office for final approval could be cancelled. She looked like she was going to cry.

But then the "bitch on wheels" exterior came back and she started her tirade about how horrible the Commish was being. She even coined a new phrase: "...you know, pulling this rule is like trying to cut your nails with a freaking chain saw---- it's overkill!" I thought that was pretty darn witty; especially considering that her other "claim to fame" is this phrase: "that measure is like trying to put a band-aid on an amputation--- it's just not enough!"

I spent the past couple months scared that she was going to screw me over during evaluations, but in the end, she gave me the same good review that she had given me at mid-term.

Tomorrow I will take my name sign off my cube and make my last exit as an employee. Then I'll move back in with my parents on Saturday. Eek. In the words of The Verve: it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.

Sunday, October 02, 2005 at 8:34 PM

The countdown begins

My last day at work is October 14th. :-)

I gave in my 2 weeks' notice on Thursday and since I have already finished my project, and they're not going to assign anything new, I have NOTHING to do at work. Beautiful.

The only problem is, I still feel compelled to make myself look busy. I have a few books to read...I could bring them to work, but I don't want to be too obvious (even though everyone already knows).

I also can't surf the net :-(. I think I'll be taking extended lunches for a while.

I also need to plan my vacation. I've been seriously contemplating Vegas....but there's also a friend who's living in Japan right now and it would be really cool to go visit her. Hmmm...