The world is not over as some of us might have presumed.
rather, sanjaya has been sent home. justice has been served and we can all rest a bit easier.
i apologize for not posting more recently but i haven't had time to stalk puppies, my pants have not split and nobody has called me a fat ass, i have, however, turned to scientology.
sorry, it's been a slow day.
i now offer some brief excerpts from days or yore (within the last week):
-Saturday night, my parents and i rented Borat and though i've seen it, i figured it's entertaining enough to see again. I was nervous to watch two naked men wrestle in the presence of my mom and dad but the scene unfazed them, rather, they claimed to be BORED. how could i have come from these people? though that scene is grotesque it's a classic. so we turned it off. apparently hairy naked men flying around a room doesn't do it for doug and riv. they prefer birtish mysteries. we're all different.
-The other night on the subway, coming home from class, a rather dapper young man told me how attractive he found me to be. When i shared this ego boost with my boyfriend he asked: "was he homeless?"
-After a week full of work-related events, i've come to the conclusion that in this particular line of work there is no avoiding mac n' cheese, fried chicken, collard greens and anything that can be deep fried. I GET IT, they eat all this in places where they play jazz but you know what? we're in yankee territory now and they play jazz here too and we eat lettuce and other food groups that let you live a little longer. it's like everytime i go to a press conference or soiree, i'm at a new orleans themed bat mitzvah. i just want to eat something that doesn't have a batter. I like Paula Dean as much as the rest of "y'all," i wanna watch her fry that stick of butter but i don't wanna eat it. ok, maybe i do but shh.
rather, sanjaya has been sent home. justice has been served and we can all rest a bit easier.
i apologize for not posting more recently but i haven't had time to stalk puppies, my pants have not split and nobody has called me a fat ass, i have, however, turned to scientology.
sorry, it's been a slow day.
i now offer some brief excerpts from days or yore (within the last week):
-Saturday night, my parents and i rented Borat and though i've seen it, i figured it's entertaining enough to see again. I was nervous to watch two naked men wrestle in the presence of my mom and dad but the scene unfazed them, rather, they claimed to be BORED. how could i have come from these people? though that scene is grotesque it's a classic. so we turned it off. apparently hairy naked men flying around a room doesn't do it for doug and riv. they prefer birtish mysteries. we're all different.
-The other night on the subway, coming home from class, a rather dapper young man told me how attractive he found me to be. When i shared this ego boost with my boyfriend he asked: "was he homeless?"
-After a week full of work-related events, i've come to the conclusion that in this particular line of work there is no avoiding mac n' cheese, fried chicken, collard greens and anything that can be deep fried. I GET IT, they eat all this in places where they play jazz but you know what? we're in yankee territory now and they play jazz here too and we eat lettuce and other food groups that let you live a little longer. it's like everytime i go to a press conference or soiree, i'm at a new orleans themed bat mitzvah. i just want to eat something that doesn't have a batter. I like Paula Dean as much as the rest of "y'all," i wanna watch her fry that stick of butter but i don't wanna eat it. ok, maybe i do but shh.
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