Romaine lettuce, albacore tuna, fresh mozzarella, dried cranberries, honeyed walnuts, cucumbers, and fat free raspberry vinaigrette.
Too bad it wasn’t chopped.
Sorry I didn’t take a picture. It was so yummy that I couldn’t resist. I’ll probably get it again soon. I’ll probably forget the picture again too.
People (both males and females) who just cannot understand the phrase, “I have a boyfriend” or any similar phrase commenting on one’s lack of single status.
This is probably a direct result of the proximity of my office to Herald Square, Macys, and the Manhattan Mall. Oh, and 5th Avenue. And the fact that it’s so difficult for me to find shoes that I like.
At any rate, I found these super cute Enzo Angiolini flats over the weekend. Unfortunately and typically for me, they didn’t have my size. Or they had one shoe, but not its pair. At any rate. The shoes were beyond perfect, but having the perfect shoe instantly? Never going to be that easy.
Nevertheless, I found an EA store near my office. I wasn’t too hopeful that I would walk away, shoebox in hand, towards Penn tonight. Went in… and BAM.
Corinne is now the proud owner of some Enzo Angiolini Bradlyns… in Red! Patent! Leather!
Does this mean I need to post a picture of my foot in said shoe now?
Wow. That’s a hell of a milestone. And to think, I managed to miss it! [I'm backdating this sucker, don't worry]
What have I accomplished?
200+ entries and more than 16,000 visits. Also, avoided more than 10,000 bits of spam. Yay Akismet!
I don’t think I could have hoped for anything better. Nor did I expect the dedication and time I’ve put into this. I’m happy. Let’s go year #2!
Okay. So this one was from me.
http://gawker.com/stalker
It amazes me that someone who can communicate so well, (so I’m told), who can master the regular posting to a fairly popular blog (so the stats tell me), and who can write more eloquently than she herself can give her credit for (so I’m told) — can fuck up normal conversations on a near regular basis.
The words I can control on a screen or on a piece of paper flow so easily, and encapsulate my thoughts so well… It’s absolutely astounding that my mouth can’t create the same feelings as my written words. Do I not think enough or clearly or does my brain just insert random words where it sees fit because I never see silence as a welcome thing? If you’re going to say something, it’s not going to be short and sweet — where a written piece can.
Go figure — brilliant for one and moronic for another. It just frustrates me so much that when I don’t think when I write –I can be brilliant. If I try to do the same with my speech, I’ll always inadvertently say the wrong thing.
It’s a horrible cycle.
We all know WP.com doesn’t allow AdSense on their blogs. Fine. I can live with that. We know that Google-Blogger does. Okay, that’s all fine and well.
What’s my point? I cannot STAND bloggers who, at the end of every post, beg their readers to click on at least one ad before exiting their site. Are you so desperate for the extra pocket change that you are reduced to begging?
If you’re that desperate for cash, I suggest getting a job first. I hear those pay more.
Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions. -Edgar Cayce
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth. -Pearl S. Buck
Wit is educated insolence. -Aristotle
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
The journey is the reward. -Chinese proverb
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. -Elizabeth Kubler Ross
So. I’m back in NYC. Working that is.
First day at the new gig was today. It’s nearly 11p now, as I write this. I’ve been up (mostly) since 4a, June 11, 2007. I know, I know — I should go to bed. After all, where there is a first day, there should always be a second day — especially if the first day didn’t kill you.
It didn’t [kill me]. I loved it. Especially the part where I can still just sit and observe and not really have to DO anything yet, because I’m new, and I don’t know anything, and I can still enjoy the free time while I still have it. But I anticipate that even when I am completely lacking in free time, and I won’t always make my 621p train, therefore I won’t be going to the gym on those days — I’ll still like going.
Which is a huge contrast from the last place of employment. Great ’stepping stone job’ — but when the commute excites you more than the destination — a problem no, an issue, is inevitable.
Back to my anatomizing (yes, I think I’m tired enough to be making up my own words).
Yeah. I feel pretty winded. I’ve been awake for 19 hrs. I need to be up in 6. Cool.
