Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: champagne, chips, idiocy, juice, pots and pans, resolutions, svedka vodka, under 21 on new years eve
Unlike Christmas, a holiday I’m typically over by the time the day comes, New Years Eve is a chance for everyone to wait in long lines at the liquor store and make enough bad decisions before midnight so that the previous year alone seems like all its debauchery could never be repeated. Then midnight comes, everyone jubilantly kisses one another or vomits into the gutter after a celebratory shot, and time’s party attendees inevitably descend into a hang-over. Then the resolutions: never will I ever drink an entire liter of Mr. Boston on my own again, never will I ever insist that the only sober person at the party make out with me, etc.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: boring, Lauren Conrad, make believe hipsters, Subway, The Hills Franchise, Whitney Port
It's like we're robbing interesting television shows of airtime!
The Hills franchise has transported west-coast Whitney Port as an ambassador to The City where she will pout melodramatically at the mention of the absent dude of the moment that was inserted by producers to be her ambivalent love-interest, and she will drink glass after glass of wine at dinner parties. The Hills is literally budding into a chain of Subway restaurants as fashionistas with Teen Vogue internships multiply out of Lauren Conrad’s apartment. That place is like a meth-lab, and as comes with such productions, tons of people are addicted to the prime-time hits of soap opera mediocrity packaged in young, good-looking girls living on MTV’s tab.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Caroline Kennedy, J.lo, Lindsay Lohan for senate
Scott: ok i’m seriously going to kill myself if caroline kennedy is a senator
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Bedford Ave., craigslist missed connections, individuality, lance bass, on the line, the L train, tila tequila
This dude must be one in a million:
Sitting outside the coffee shop – m4w – 24 (Graham Ave)
Reply to: pers-971252200@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-12-27, 2:51PM EST
I think you may work there. If not, you must really like coffee. You have short hair and Buddy Holly glasses. I have a beard and a red plaid winter coat. You look really sweet and whenever I pass you smile at me, so maybe you’d like to meet up for a drink or a burrito or some illegal fireworks. If not, that’s alright, and I’m looking forward to our next encounter. Your pretty smile makes my evenings more bearable. Thanks!
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Of course everyone in Williamsburg is a shy white person that opts to write creepy craigslist ads rather than be forward with someone. I think “passive aggressive” could be tweaked to be applied to this condition.
Barely made the L Train at bedford this morning – m4w – 21
Reply to: pers-971146636@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-12-27, 1:45PM EST
Who's body is Joey Fatone's head sitting on?
blonde oriental at starbucks – m4w (Massapequa)
Date: 2008-12-26, 5:00PM EST
Blonde Oriental: You are so georgous
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: christmas in connecticut, mall rats, uggs, west farms mall in west hartford
means watch the fuck out in the mall parking lot or a psycho wearing a fur coat driving a suburban packed tightly with bags from Macy’s will drive into the side of your compact sedan if you don’t let her out in front of you.
Paris Hilton has nothing to do with this, but she’s such a brilliant example of reckless driving.
Of course, yesterday Scott and I foolishly took to the post-blizzard roads to go to West Farms Mall in West Hartford. After an hour and a half of dodging girls clad in flared jeans spilling out of their Uggs and other various Mall Rats staking their claims at Hot Topic, we thought we’d made it into free territory in the parking lot. The situation proved to be a stalemate as we waited for TWENTY MINUTES to get into the flow of traffic that would even lead us out of our parking rows. Once in the running, an insane woman in a suburban who had nearly rammed into a Honda Civic as she tried to reverse out of her parking spot and cut through the line thinking she could just drive around the mess appeared again with a look of panic on her face. She cruised in out of nowhere with all the soul-crushing coercion and entitlement that comes with driving an SUV that could both flip over on the highway and murder the people unlucky enough to be crushed under it in the neighboring lane. Right as Scott and I were about to be free from the bondage of salt-crusted vehicles and the nauseating red tail-lights, she put her bumper right up to our car’s left wheel. I coached Scott in a triumphant victory to not letting her pass us, let alone drive into us as I made faces at her and brought out the old Tom Clark hand raise in the “what the fuck motion” that is slowly brought down to emphasize the stupidity of the other driver.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: the duggar family as a cult, the polyphonic spree, the snuggie cult
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Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: colt 45 ads, King Cobra, malt liquor sucks, Red Bull Vodka, Sparks, tweens
Media has been afire with news that MillerCoors will no longer manufacture or market Sparks after January 10th, 2009. Apparently, MillerCoors has agreed to “reformulate” the beverage that helps otherwise shy and quiet college kids make their peers say “Wow, I didn’t realize she was that crazy.” Without the key ingredients caffeine, taurine, guarana and ginseng, Sparks will be just another malt liquor partnered with such trailblazers as Colt45 and Olde English 800. Sure, Sparks was totally marketing themselves to underagers like myself, but all the government is doing by putting a halt to the manufacturer is forcing me to make TWO trips on a Thursday night. One, to the liquor store for vodka, another to the bodega for Red Bull. Hasn’t it been proven that Red Bull and vodka makes you do crazy shit (i.e. Britney Spears)?
Youtube has made otherwise shocking, intriguing or weird things that people do appear as just… boring.
When I watched this video this afternoon I thought, “That bitch stole my cat Boris!” but didn’t feel phased about the fact that this woman had painted herself as a cheetah and decided to plead with the internet to give her a home and let her be human so she could eat rice or drink wine sometimes.
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I should direct everyone’s attention to the new collection of links I’ve gathered in my Blogroll. Now my fellow writing majors at Pratt will find something other than their facebook when they google their names.
For updates from young Brooklyn lady-writers, tap your pointer finger over any of these names on the left-hand side:
Adah Gorton, Caitlyn Cathcart, Chanice Greenberg, Cat Metayer, Emily-Nicole Johns, and Lucette Blodget.
Filed under: Uncategorized
I know, you’re thinking “isn’t there a website where you can send quirky/cute emails or instant messenger conversations with your mom?”
To that I say, “Yes, I’ve submitted there. I haven’t checked back to see if I was accepted.” Really, I could develop an entire dialogue of why it’s so stupid to regurgitate documented conversations just because they’re there.
