same same

Traveling with a summer cold is the pits.
But leave it to airplane air to freeze dry my snot and give me a raging nosebleed.
I'm cured!


Totally stoked on my impulsive purchase today.
But totally bummed that I'm still impulsive.

It's OK because I get 2 c my frendz.
and make a fool at mccarren pool.
AND eat all the filet o fishes Z owes me.

Returning is like the most fun thing ever.



PS i think i started a new lolspeak phenom - FMA (if you dont know, you will. just wait.)

toy tower down

Sorry 'burgers (PUN INTENDED), but barbeques in the South are far superior to those on Brooklyn rooftops - though I certainly have a soft spot in my heart for rooftop weekends.

Speaking of my former life, an "eccentric" part of my old hood - Alphabet City - just got torn down. The cause of much drunken late night creepiness, but enormous neighborhood character, the construction has been an ongoing project in the the community garden on 6th Street and Avenue B for 20 years.

R.I.P weird toy tower. Hope you don't turn into a Starbucks.

dreams do come true

i miss talkin smack with christopher on ichat.
it's certain that i would not have survived the sales pit without him.

and then today!:

kiana: ps can you tell lesley arfin that she's my hero.

christopher: okay

christopher: she's right beside me

kiana: ok

christopher: she's making a birthday card for her mom right now

kiana: she was my hero runner up for a while but i decided to bump her up

christopher: who was #1 before?

kiana: beavis

christopher: of course

christopher: you know she's jewish right?

kiana: duh

christopher: and you're arab, right?

kiana: I"M NOT AN ARAB

christopher: you're supposed to hate her

christopher: its law

kiana: i hate you, whitey

christopher: I"M NOT WHITE

back-ack-ack-ackwards

Reason #549 why you should never move to the suburbs.

If this pisses you off, I recommend calling the douchebags at the Roswell Beacon and suggesting they eat a dick. 770 640 3230.

it follows me

i hate nostalgia. and by hate i mean love.
and by nostalgia i mean discovering portrayals of a time so obsolete,
it's not even worth pretending to remember it.

great expectations

Whats up with people reading my mind lately?
Namely New York Magazine's editorial on my equivalent of a favorite sports team.
READ IT!!!

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It appears that I've died and gone to career heaven. More on this later.

Boston's pretty much like the colony of Massachusetts Bay circa 1690 - only now with Dunkin Donuts and ad agencies.
Charles Dickens held his first reading at the hotel I'm staying in.
Makes sense, then, that this considerably ornate hotel only has DIAL UP internet. So you can imagine my attempt to watch the Hills season finale resulted in crushing defeat, followed by withdrawal symptoms. WUNDORLIC! (that's old english!)



PS What the hell is a duck tour and why hasn't anyone taken me on one?

laughter and forgetting

The prospect of being reintroduced to civilization is creeping in and now I've got cold feet. But that's natural, right? I'll be fine. Right?

It's difficult for me not to get carried away by the intensity of the recent past. One of my favorite writers noted that it's much harder to try to die than trying to live. "Memories" is not the right word - more like jarring flashbacks. They're too overwhelming to ignore and I find myself reuniting with that vapid dying soul. Passing her by on the street, barely recognizing her - but knowing it's enough to taste it in the back of my throat.

Time for reflection is a killer.

H&Mania

The much anticipated opening of one of two H&M stores in Atlanta
was today. And by "Atlanta" I mean the 'burbs - read: North Point Mall.
There was a red carpet and on that carpet stood a long line of eager
shoppers nearly pulling their hair out for the chance to get their
share of low-priced high-fashion. Most of the line consisted of high school girls who skipped class for the "event". And then there was me.


Red Carpet Report - Overheard Conversations:

"That tiger print strapless dress would look so good on me"
"No, your shoulders are too broad. It's so me"
"Nuh uh!"
"Shut up Kristen"

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"OH MY GOD THAT VEST IS SO CUTE!!
I MUST HAVE IT.
LIKE OH MY GOD!!
SECURITY GUARD, PLEASE LET ME IN.
I NEED THAT VEST"
(she had to be escorted out of the line!)