Archive for February, 2009
Feb
28
stats
time up: 7:40am
2 perfect tweets at exactly 140 chars (”when did it become suddenly hip for hipster men to dress like urban lumberjacks? explain to me this suspenders trend, because it’s not cute.” and “drinking scotch, doing stats wishing it were regular math on a friday night. why can’t regular math just come over for a drink and a backrub”)
spent 2.5 hours studying in a deli on 45th and only accosted by one stoned teenager asking us if “We were doing the math? Cool. Cool”
walked across midtown 2 times
Feb
27
stats
time up: 7:30am
1 perfect tweet at exactly 140 chars (#cheezits i will tilt the bag until every last neon orange cancer causing crumb is down my gullet adding fleshy padding to my frame. delight)
at least 10 is the number of plaid shirts seen at my local hipster dive bar. 3 is the number of those plaid wearing guys who also had on suspenders and a beard and on wendsdays they go shopping and have butter scones with tea. obviously, plaid is the new black, the ’90’s are back with barack and instead of herion chic, it’s urban lumberjack chic.
4.6 miles ran
Feb
26
stats
time up: 7:15am
number of porn shops that i pass on my way to work: 3
4 miles ran and paying for it with 2 strangely satisfying aches
12-18 is the estimated number of “sinlge ladies” paradies that i watched last while procrastinating doing stats studying. it’s like a train wreck that i can not pull my eyes from. gawd damn you, fosse! show me your MF-ing jazz hands!
20 minutes spent reading the newspaper and then went on a 30 minute jag of googling financial personalities to see, really, how much of douche bags they really are. not worth it. they are.
Feb
25
stats
time awoken: 4:30 – 5 by sirens and the pounding blades of at least
4 news helicopters heard over the scene of a 3 alarm fire at 22 james st., very close to my apt. 20 people were injured.
got 50 minutes in on the climbing machine
had 2 hours of epic girl talk
Feb
24
improbable dream squence
We are on a plush train, cruising through the night. Pitch black nothing flows by. The train is so dimly light even our reflections are barely ghosts in the windows. The seats are plush and wide. We have plenty of leg room. This no commuter train.
The conductor comes by and punches our tickets, which say our destination is “Nowhere” and puts them under the tab at the back of our seats and leaves us alone. There is no one else in the train car with us. I am reading and you are watching the night go by.
After a time, you reach across and knock the book out of my hands to grasp my breast. Time seems to speed up. Almost suddenly, we are both naked, our clothes seemed to have just disappeared. You pull me on top of you and we are making love. It is exquisite. As we embrace, our skin begins to stick together.
You whisper in my ears, “Relax and let me in.”
I do. Your hands reach into to my skin, disappearing into my back.
We become frantic. Reaching climax, we begin to pull apart. The pain is as intense as the pleasure. Our eyes are locked and, I wake up in a sweat, feeling the same as in the dream.
Feb
24
stats
time woken 7:15am
had at least 3 hours of good, compelling conversation
drank 1 oban
was accosted by 1 very drunk swede who thought our conversation about ren and stimpy was in swedish and proceeded to drunkenly talk to us in swedish with me repeating, “i’m sorry, i can’t understand you” in english and this was in an australian bar.
ate 1 deliscious baked red been mochi
1 word added to personal lexicon: perfidy (deliberate breach of faith or trust; faithlessness; treachery)
Feb
23
stats
barely up at: 11:51am (awesome!)
at least 10 faces melted
ate 1 spicy tofu sammich from hanko’s
alleviated some potential for epic, screwball, confusion, by straightening out which sacha/sasha was which. that could have been a disaster.
was only paritally bored through the last hour of the oscars, thank goodness for good company
2 things that i am over: 1) being sick 2) the cold. let’s go spring! you can do it!
