And I end up saying to someone “We should totally do that and blob about it!”
I should get back to packing though. More packing, less blobbing.
Author Archive | Alison Rosen
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Packing: Before and After
BEFORE
AFTER
Whilst packing
Finding old IM conversations makes me think two things:
1. Why was I dealing with these things on IM?
2. Why did I save this? Now I feel icky!
3. Ok I lied, I think there's a third. I was probably too hard on this guy.
4. No, not you.
5. Actually, I'm going to quote from this, because it's interesting. This is what someone said to me, and I'm afraid it's true. "On the one hand I think you are sweet and reasonable and that all people should be treated with respect and dignity and blah blah blah, but on the other hand I'm getting angry because it's like you have this totally unrealistic expectation of how people should behave towards eachother and you are cutting off a very major area of human emotion — the shitty sector."
I swiftly ripped apart that logic. Like, immediately, but I think there's a little kernal of truth in there that I should pay attention to. Maybe.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
My approach to fashion
Me last night, while idly spooning a blob of mustard off my t-shirt: It’s nice to have a comfy t-shirt that’s so old that you don’t care at all if you spill on it.
Me today, while sitting at my computer: What is that horrendous smell that’s like a mixture of malt-o-meal and blue cheese? Oh my god, it’s my shirt.
I’ll have you know that I didn’t sleep in this biohazard of a garment. I slept in something else and then woke up and threw on this disgusting shirt.
Tobey update
While the rest of you were receiving texts from Obama about Biden, I was receiving an email from my mom about Tobey. This is what it said:
Tobey has learned to roll over!
What a pushover! It’s like, get a spine, you know?
What part of the bee are you?
Laura Leu and I were discussing someone whom we’ve both had frustrating experiences with:
Me: She’s a real piece of work. She’s not a tall drink of water OR a sight for sore eyes.
Laura Leu: She’s not the bee’s knees. Hell, she’s not even the bees ankles.
Me: She’s the bee’s anus.
Laura Leu: You’re giving her too much credit, I’d say she’s more like the bee’s tarsal claw.
That thing I mentioned I'm hosting
Fresh from moving, smelling like dust and packing tape, perhaps wearing a get-up I fashioned out of cardboard boxes and bubble wrap, I’ll be hosting video coverage of the MINI Rooftop NYC. I’m pretty excited, though this festival is hipper than I am. I actually brought that up to the festival people, but I think they liked that. I bring a certain… head full of split ends to the whole affair, provided I don’t get a haircut before it starts. The page I linked to is where the videos will go up, I think, but if there’s another link I’ll provide that.
Thanks Joe!
Joe posted this on my page at The Activity Pit. I wasn’t going to make today day two of the war on un-cute, but why not?
more cuteness!
This guy againOkay so today hasn’t been the edgiest day. Perhaps I’m ovulating? Regardless, since it’s an all out cute-palooza, here’s a link to some adorable duck and chick videos that was just sent to me.
Incidentally, I really hope today is the day someone thinking about hiring me checks out my blog discover how newsy and relevant I am. I have my finger on the pulse… of waterfowl.