Wirelessin’

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So here’s something.  Last weekend I was in New York City which is the best, and I had to take the ol’ bus back to Boston which is the worst.  I was excited though because I was looking forward to 4 hours of uninterrupted WiFi time aboard the Megabus.  I sat on the second level of the bus, which is something you can do since it’s a double-decker which I had never been aboard.  On the way down to New York I had ridden up top in the very front.  It was  amazing because you have this giant window of plate glass in front of you and on either side of you as though you were the driver, only you’re much closer to the front and you’re high up and don’t have to watch the road unless you want to.  It’s also deeply dangerous because you have this giant window of plate glass in front of you and on either side.  SO anyway the ride down was a fun ride because it was the day and everything,  but the ride back up was about Getting Serious Work done. An elderly couple, the kind who seem absolutely mystified and overcome with wonder at anything invented after 1945 had taken the front seats on level two, so I parked myself in a seat a few rows back from them determined to get serious work done.

Steppin’ UP

sigh...

Late last night my boyfriend and I watched a film.  Maybe you’ve seen it?  Here are some hints:  it was a story about passion, Being Who You Are, triumphing over adversity, getting past the sorrow of your mother’s untimely death, and the inexpugnable need to wear a sports bra as a top.  By now you’ve probably already figured out that the movie in question is Save the Last Dance Step Up 2: The Streets.

The movie takes place in the hardscrabble city of Baltimore, Maryland where, as we know from The Wire they keep gettin’ into funky ass shit, like, every single day.  The protagonist is, as one would expect in a movie about Baltimore hip hop dancers,  a white American Eagle looking chick named Sarah Johnson Andie West, who is totally bringing it in her effort to pursue her dream of being a street dancer. Yes, you read that correctly. Dancing around in a parking lot in an undesirable neighborhood while wearing a baseball cap artfully tilted to the side now officially counts as a career goal.

My Terrorist and Me

On December 27th my sister and I boarded the train at Wilmington, Delaware after a Christmas Family Spectacular filled with the kinds of craziness that only people related to one another by blood could possibly  be expected to create.  Going home for Christmas at my parents house is similar to being a diamond miner.  You come out of both situations with some pretty nice material shit but it takes quite a toll on the old psyche, and on several occasions you come face to face with the reality that you might not make it out alive.

Letters of Note

Oh man, I am officially obsessed.  Seriously this site is my new reason for loving the Internet as if I didn’t already have enough of those reasons.  I may be a teensy little bit irritated at Amazon for taking their sweet ass time delivering my nail polish but Letters of Note has totally made up for it by being the most awesome site ever invented.

Check. it. OUT. You will be so glad you did.

Fascinating Aside:This is the first bottle of nail polish that I have purchased since I was like, 16, so I’m perhaps a little overeager.  Its a light enough color that I feel like I won’t fuck it up too bad. Whenever I try to paint my own nails it looks like some blindfolded monkey did it with his feet, but I’m on an extremely extremely tight budget these days.  Historically, I have just ignored my nails if I couldn’t afford to get a manicure, but as I approach my 30th birthday, I am slowly realizing that this is unacceptable.

What do you think, you out there?

Guts and Bu**s

So every most Tuesday evenings at 5:30, I head on over to my gym spot for Jackie’s Guts and Butts class.  Generally speaking, this is not something I would admit to comfortably on the Internet because:

a) it’s embarassing to admit that one needs so desperately to work on these two areas that they need to go to a specially tailored class for professional instruction, and

I Just Don’t Give A Shit About Vampires

There.  I said it.

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