I'm a baaaaaad blogger. Sorry about that folks. I really truly have nothing to say about anything because I'm preoccupied with being chained to my desk, sleeping, and wishing that there was a middle finger smiley. Here's some highlights of what I've been doing to pass the time:
1. Yep, I'm most definitely too smart for my own good at the own job. "Oh, Candice, you're a quick learner. Why don't you do your job and [my other team member's different one] while she's on vacation? You know, for like free and shit. Good girl! Oh, btw, the really busy period is starting while she's away, so lucky you!" *sob* But, the sick thing about it is that I actually might be happier now that I'm doing something besides staring out into space most of the time. Ah well. Such is paycheck life.
2. I've got thousands upon thousands of flyers I'm supposed to hand out and I just remembered that I'm shy and antisocial. That's gonna be a blast...not. Eventually if you see Closet flyers sprinkling the LES, EVil, and surroundings that was me. And anyone going to PS 1 today, do a girl a favor and take one because I might cry otherwise. Thanks! Also, a new reason why you need to go to The Closet: my friend (and the co-founder) Naj has a table and she'll be selling shirts that say "Nubian Slut." So on it. And there's stuff for men too.
3. AC was hella fun. PrincessNella and I went in tandem. I learned that if you plan on gambling the first night, you better be at least tipsy or else you'll be all "$25 mininum...well damn! Where's the $5 minimum table?" (Yes, my name is Cheapskate #1, and?) We hit up The Borgata, Caesars, Bally's, and the Taj Mahal and the boardwalk (but no taffy). My winnings were like $25 from the quarters slots...which I spent later at a table, but it was a good time. I can say that I truly ate myself to the point of almost vomitting when we had our $40/per person(!) brunch at the Taj Mahal. (We had champagne with our brunch, but no dancing monkeys for that price. The waiter threw in a bottle of Trump Ice. I'm so mad that the Donald has his face plastered on a bottle of tap, yo.) Next is Vegas for a 3-day weekend in October/November. Woo! Even though we were only down there for like a day, I felt so well rested when I got back to town. That was over approximately when I reentered the job brain suck. I was feeling like shit again by 2pm Monday.
4. I didn't mention the other week that I've gotten some new summer shoes...you know as it's over. They're like Candie's but with a solid black leather front and better and stuff. So fucking hot! I love DSW! Too bad it's apparently raining until September now. Bastards.
5. That emo boy article from the other week is still cracking me up. I was telling Lina about it and she was like "hmm...an article about Wes boys, that's great." I'm currently in a dilemma between two emo boys and one magnificently standard unavailable type. I choose...a hole in the head and clean slate, thanks. P. Fizzie also told me for future reference that it's not the best idea to tell the guy you're getting with that someone else is saying they love you and stuff. I think that's crazy talk! What does a boy know about the mind of other boys?! I'm saying.
6. Isn't it hard to move when you're utterly sick of reading real estate related shit? Yes, indeed it is. Hence why I'm having a bit of trouble with all that. Can I hire to someone to look at places and pick one, just leaving me to sign a lease? I wish I was rich right now.
Posted by Candicissima at July 31, 2004 12:09 PMi'd see if i couldnt add another day to the 3 day weekend in vegas if i were you. you spend so much time travelling (5 hour plane ride!!) back and forth, not to mention the jet lag, that it really only ends up being one day that you have to spend in vegas. and vegas so takes more than one day.
oh and cough up the money to stay on the new part of the strip. the first time we went we did the whole, "who cares where the room is, we're just going to sleep there?" it makes a difference. believe me.
Posted by: jay at July 31, 2004 03:55 PM