Blonde vs. Blonde vs. Blonde

I always thought Busy and Natalie resembled each other but defiantly Kayley and Busy.

Kayley Gable (Paris Hilton's BFF Show) vs. Actress Busy Phillips vs. Natalie Maines (Dixie Chicks)

Happy Go Lucky

Last night I saw Happy Go Lucky with a coworker and friend. It was a little long, with awkward editing but its foreign (England). Overall, the dead baby joke made it one of the better ones i've seen. (Pregnant sister to Poppy "Oh but dont you want a baby?" and her reply was "I just ate a shishkebob, no thanks".) I pictured the movie a little differently but it was fine. The more I think about it, the more I like it. Thumbs Up.

I Love Food

Another reason I can't wait to be in LA... the fair with fried everything! I already love fried oreos, but pop tarts? Avocados? Coca Cola? Holy heart attack!

Video Of The Day

Hamsa Tattoo

I have never been one to want a tattoo. 2 reasons - I am petrified of needles and I have never wanted anything so bad that I had to have it permanently on my body. I have never been against them, although I hold my opinions on the subject. The whole "Jewish" argument never would have been a deal breaker for me, as heartbreaking as that may be to my family. But for about a year now I have felt a huge desire for one.

So what do I want? A white hamsa on my wrist. This summer I noticed a white dove on my interns wrist and it really got me thinking. I had wanted the hamsa for a while, and suddenly I had this vision and since then, I have not stopped thinking about it!

Long story short, the hamsa is a hand symbolizing protection against the Evil Eye and brings good luck. I find it interesting that not only are more Jews getting tattoos but they are getting Jewish tattoos.

I think I am going to get it in LA but I will not rush this. When I am ready, I will proceed. :)

Below are a couple of links of interest, about the whole debate against the religious beliefs and one of my favorite jewelry designers who makes beautiful hamsas for the home.

Arjewtino
New York Times article (I know the Dan fella)
My Jewish Learning.com
White tattoo images (apparently its popular to get them on your wrist)
Michal Negrin
http://www.tattoojewmovie.com/

The American Dream

To start and own a business. My best friend and I were chatting one day while she was living in Jerusalem. She had met these two guys that were working in a tent, selling hookahs, supplies, etc. I was reading an article about these two guys starting up a lounge in Boston and we got to thinking, we should start our own one day. Maybe not right now cuz we are both focused on so many other things and not in the same place, but one day, it would be sweet to have a nice, clean, classy hookah lounge. I wont go into details cuz we cant have people stealing our ideas but it would be a magical place. Hopefully one day, that could happen.

Inevitable Pet Costume Post

New Bansky Downtown

The bananas smell like bananas!

Coolest wallpaper ever! Besides the scratch and sniff ones, I like many of these. My friend also goes to the Wonderland salon just by coincidence so it's even cooler to me.

Philly

Went to visit some friends in Philly this weekend and to watch the Penn State vs. OSU game. It was also the night of game 3 of the World Series for the Phillies so it was cool being in town for that. It was so nice to see the girls but what a twilight zone episode of a Saturday night! After Pat's we all went to the bar for dinner which was pretty nice but the service was beyond awful ending with me saying excuse me to the waitress who rudely corrected me with a "It's Danielleeee".

Once the dinner debacle was ended, we went up to watch the game and for some reason these obnoxious PSU people were there. Screens were blocked and people were drunk. Never a good combination. Then there was a drunk couple. I called it from the start. I said watch these two. By the end of the game they will transform into these drunken drunks. Sure enough, it only took one quarter before they made out, he tried to hide his boner, she was yelling at us to cheer more and her husband was walking over to some dude, unplugging the tv, pouring a beer and the guys head, and then fighting until my friends dad had to kick him out. When we were leaving one of the PSU girls screamed in my friends moms face and it was seriously one of the most enraging, disgusting things I have ever witnessed. Who could ever walk up to a grown women, a mother, and scream in their face? I was so mad I was shaking and that with the loss, and my friends ex showing up, I had to walk out immediately. (Sidenote: ex's need to grow the hell up and stop being so abusive and horrible. You broke it off, so deal with it, let the person you hurt horribly live their life, enjoy their night, dont play bullshit games with her head and just show up when you know it will kill her.)

Some of us then went to dance off the stress at another bar and we ended the night really well with the Phillies winning and chips.

One really cool store I went to was on South Street, called Eyes Gallery. I could have spent a whole lot more time in there and spent a whole lotta money. Check it out if you're in town!

Douchebag Fridays

I was introduced to a very entertaining website a while back and I was just thinking about it yesterday. Today, turns out its newsworthy!

My Wednesday Night

What's the difference between a pr rep and a publicist? Either way, I was doing my job!

Moronic

When this story broke, the first thing I thought was "why is the B backwards" and my friends reaction was, "it looks like makeup", before we even knew the story. What a moron. But I am totally gunna be "B Face" for Halloween!

Nothings Easy

I expect things to go wrong. But it's so hard to predict everything that could possibly go wrong sometimes.

I finally got that check from the guy who owes me money for the football tickets months ago. I expect the check to bounce. But yesterday (and I realize this is partially my fault), I did not inspect the check before I tried to cash it and it was not made out to anyone. So she knew I was about to forge it and so I had to wait til today to cash it. Let's hope it doesn't bounce.

My computer has been broken. It got a virus, so I thought, but apparently while Best Buy was "fixing" it, the hard drive crashed. They did not do as I requested, which is on the order form, which was back up my photos before touching it cuz I didn't have time and had a feeling something would go down. Sure enough, it crashed and they "tried to save what they could and I was more then welcome to buy back the approximately 70% of information they could save". $160 for my own information due to a malfunction on your end? No way. But I'll deal with that when I need to. Baby steps cuz that's only the beginning. Best Buy on 87th and Lex SUCKS! No one picks the phone either. I know they are helping me out and all but eff that. Its already been more then a week past when they said it would be ready and I finally got in touch with them and they just sent it out today. UGH. They also told me I have to order re instillation disks. So I called them, (15 minutes of bs recordings first though) and then them telling me I need to read the number on the bottom of my laptop. So now I have to wait to get my laptop back before I can get the disks. It just never ends.

:(

My Friends Are Famous

This is my old friend Danny who I went to middle and high school with. Coincidence he was playing against Crew, my college town's team, the only other team I could tell you anything about besides LA's. Mazel.

Snapple Fact

The watersheds that supply water to New York City are roughly the size of Delaware.

Um, does it bother anyone else that NYC is obsessed with hosing down the sidewalks? That shits got to stop! What a waste of water.

Why You?

What makes one blog more legit then the next? I'm talking freestanding blogs here. Not ones attached to publications. It's cool if you have a ton of readers and supporters and what not, but im dying to know what makes it legit. Someone could have no educational certifications at all, no writing expereince or anything, and just cuz they have access to the internet and a couple of commentors, they become a "professional" blogger?

There are a couple people that come to mind which was the inspiration for me asking these things in the first place but I'm not about to call them out and wage a war of any kind. Nor will I hate on them and send more attention to them like many do. I'm just wondering out loud. It just makes me wonder, and I think you should wonder too. I know this sounds somewhat hypocritical as I sit here and blog, but my defense is something i've already stated. This thing is for me. I'm not sitting here pretending im a legit writer. I'm the only one who reads this anyway so i'll stop defending myself to myself now.

Thank you and good night.

Photos of my day

Cordoba, Argentina - Rachel

Live.Laugh.Love.

There's been a lot of talk about this guy who wrote a letter. I have been meaning to try to verbalize how I feel about working, and not working and enjoying life. I feel like this guy is right. He talks about the bullshit that goes on. He suggests throwing away the devices and enjoying life. More people should do this. It's sad when you are sitting with someone and the actual physical person is not good enough for them and they have to be on that blackberry. Hello!?!?

After reading Eat, Pray, Love, something struck me. She talks about the Italian work ethic a bit and I feel like I agree more with them then the American way. What is the point of working your ass off if you can't just enjoy life, even every once in a while? Oh you have nice things you can buy with the money but if you have no time to sit back and enjoy it, or have other people enjoy it, I find it to be pointless.

I personally work to enjoy life. I have to support myself somehow but I do not live for work. I enjoy what I do, and that helps get me through my days. It's just crazy to me to think about how a job seriously can define your life. Maybe if I ever have a family to support, and I NEED more money, I will have to face reality of the American work ethic but for now, im gunna stick with this philosophy. I guess thats just the hippy in me.

Video of the day

Photo of the day

Officially Moving

It's 100% official, I am moving to LA. And things like THIS make my life much less stressful in a way. It's pretty funny because it's exactly what I realized I was doing...looking for areas comparable to the very city I am leaving.

Entertain Yourself

Click here for memories.

14?

I need to find a photo of myself at 14 ASAP and post it next to this...

Lovely Sunday

On Sunday a couple friends of mine and I drove out to the North Shore to go apple picking. We got to her cottage and I had to go through a window to get in cuz the locks were not cooperating. Just as I went through, it unlocked. We toured her backyard and vinyard "No Wineing" fashionably hatted, and then went off to pick some apples. (Photo to come. Computer is dead at Best Buy.)

Apple picking was not as glamorous as I imagined. Lots of screaming children and all the good apples were pretty much gone. But the fresh donuts were well worth the trip. We stayed for about an hour, took a bunch of pics, filled out apple bag, and moved along.

We then went on a shopping rampage for a snack/lunch. Lobstercrab salad, cheese shop, candy, and then when we got back we added tomatoes and had a feast. After that we went for a stroll on the beach and exhaustedly headed home.

Overall it was a lovely Sunday. Something I really needed.

Dream Killer

A friend and I had come up with this completely horrible concept for a store. I wanted to sell puppies and she wanted to also have it be an orphanage. We were going to call it Puppies & Stuff. Classy and clever, sums me up! I was reading Racked LA and look what did exist...! I guess we could still continue to build on our dream cuz its not exactly our concept nor the name AND it closed. But still.

Fabulous Idea

http://laserportraits.tumblr.com/

100% Me

Typical Tuesday Night

After work my coworkers were meeting for drinks so I went to this thing that held me up a bit and then met up with them. At the bar we took over and started quite the game of flip cup with other patrons. It was interesting to see the bar empty at 10:30 and filled by 1am, on a Tuesday. Everyone was getting pretty drunk and I was starving so drunk coworker and I walked over to Taco Bell and Pizza. Chowing down, we had some laughs and decided it was time to go home. We headed back to the bar and a block away she sticks her head in a darkened doorway and asked where the bar went. Oh drunk people are so entertaining sometimes! We get back to the bar and coworkers friend had asked for a burrito. But she was talking to a guy so she was pretending it wasn't hers so I started to walk away with it and she slyly grabbed it and put it in her purse. TB burrito in the purse. Doesnt get more classy than that. They wanted to stay and although I had no work in the AM due to Yom Kipps, I wanted to head home. Soberness can only last you so long in those situations. I could have slept at coworkers house but I couldnt bare staying out much longer and figured before the trains slow down, ill head home. Time check: 12am.

Wait at the 6 for about 30 minutes. Get on train to a hispanic gal, maybe 5 feet, 90 pounds coming violently at some dude sitting all curled up in his hood. I can't justify the intensity that escalated after this but there was a lot of screaming, and repeating things over and over again. "What n***a! Wha!" to him. Him screaming abck "Go eat something B!" Back and forth at the top of their lungs. One dude with the guy ran off the train at the next stop. Everyone in the car walked to the ends of the car cuz her screaming was piercing to the ears and she was flailing her arms. This continues for 4 stops. No one does a thing. It just gets more and more intense. Another dude out of nowhere, much bigger then the other, locks him up against the bar. Dude #1 tries to get off the train, but dude #2 wont let him. He starts screaming and crying to let him go. Then the girl starts screaming and getting in his face even more, "I'll cut you n***a!" over and over just as we were pulling into 59th n Lex and pulls out a purple razor. This got me heated. I went to the conductor who was IN THE CAR WITH US, and said, you need to call the police cuz she just pulled out a weapon. He just calmly said, I know maam. I repeate myself, and so did he. Then I walked away but not before sticking my head back into the open car and yelling, "you assholes better calm the fuck down cuz they called the cops on you're asses" to which was responded by the girl screaming at me "shut your white ass up bitch, you mother fucking white mother fucker" to which I walked away with my back to her and my finger flipping her the bird.

I get down to the N and see its closed off for the night. 12:45 and I'm going back up to the 6. Wait more and get on a train that doesnt move "due to a police investigation at 51st". Guess they got arrested. Then wait more time for the 7. Squeeze for a seat between two dudes staring me down all the while being secretly followed by a Mexican girl who didn't know where to go. Finally transfer again to the N at Queensboro and sit down thinking this is it. Nope. A disgruntled man was talking to a nun who asked him the wrong question about his ex wife. He went off. Apparently after 15 years of marriage and a dauhghter she was cheating on him and married that man 6 months after they split.

I got home by 2:30, well after coworkers were in bed sleeping.

Oh New York, This Is Why I Love You

Nick & Norah's

Saw Nick and Norah's this past Friday. As much as I love Cera, I have to say, the drunk girl took the cake.

No!

He comes over when you don't really want to see him (-1). You milk it for all you can. He drives you to the laundromat. He brings you fresh sushi. He eats most of the sushi when you were not done, with his hands (-1). He tries to kiss you hello and tells you to kiss him like you actually missed him (-1). As he's choking on wasabi, he still tries to kiss you (-1). He wraps his arms around you to lift you off the couch and not only cracks your back but its like hes giving you the Heimlich (-1). He asks 'what?' every other sentence because you keep laughing out of awkwardness and uncomfortableness (-1). He keeps trying to make out with you, even starting to use force when you clearly tell him no and even move his hands in force away from you (-1). He complains and makes weird noises while you watch one of your favorite shows that he said was OK to watch (-1). He changes the channel (-1). He makes horrible jokes and cracks himself up and never gets the hint that you haven't cracked a smile once (-1). He eventually falls asleep on your couch (-1). He refuses to leave and rolls over when you ask him to leave so you can go to bed (-1). He makes one last desperate attempt to make out before you have to physically open he door and push him out (-1).

That's What I Was Thinking

It's funny when I think things, and then they are formed into a story later on. When I don't really feel like they make sense, or I'll sound crazy saying them out loud, or don't know exactly how to put it in writing form, Gawker and the NYMag blogs seem to prove to me often that what I was thinking was story worthy after all and thankfully pull it off quite nicely so I don't have to actually figure out what it is I'm trying to say and can just link it here.

In My Dreams

I love her home. Lucky lucky lady.

Blackmail

I can not even imagine what crap people will find if I ever run for office, become famous, die an extravagant death etc. I am SURE this lady wouldn't have even imagined this DOODLE would make it to the blogs. Seriously, its weird what people come up with. Keep in mind a lot of things are doctored now but still. I'm just trying to take inventory of what could possibly show up. Oy!

Did you know: MTA retrieves things from the tracks?

I was in the subway in Soho and saw someone who looked familiar. Then I realized he was an actor. I knew it would bug the crap out of me cuz he was one of those people you vaguely picture in a certain type of role but would never be able to place him in a movie or as a character and know you'll never remember. So I did what any sane person would do and decided to ask him his name. I was no where close to him but started walking his way and then my phone decided to jump out of my hand and into the track. What to do? Still go ask his name? Yell at my phone? Yell at myself?

Well I stared at my phone for a couple seconds and thought it was a lost cause. Then a man told me I could easily get it if I ask the station person. Then a homeless man offered to jump in the tracks to get it for me. I forced him to stay on the platform and assured him I would get help.

The station master told me it would be about 45 minutes to an hour. Mind you I was in the middle of a work day and snuck out for an interview. Awesome. He then wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper, told me to take a walk, and call him in about 40 minutes. Then I just stared at him and he realized, oh yea, my phone was in the subway tracks which is why I was there in the first place.

I took a walk to get a drink, walked into Scoop where I had last been with Seth Green after slamming a door into him when leaving an interview. Something about Broadway and job interviews in Soho makes me spaztic with celebs. It couldn't possibly just be me. Anyways, I came back and waited about 40 more minutes and 2 men with a claw like contraption came to the rescue. I was wondering why it didnt have the dinosaur head on it. They scoop it up in .5 seconds and my phone was as good as mine again. Still working, just a little grimier.

I tried to explain who I saw to my coworker. I said, "very red puffy lips and blonde hair, and I just keep picturing him doing drugs in a role. He kinda reminds me of Macaulay Culkin". She immediately said, "could he possibly look like Kurt Cobain or Leo D?" In less then 2 minutes IMDB told us the answer. Michael Pitt. I have now seen his presence multiple times since then. It's funny how you notice things once you are aware of them.

Missed Connections

The missed connections section in new york city on craigslist today seems a little more odd then usual. Not even entertaining, just weird. Lots of poetry such as:
But then, I wanted to do one as a joke for Colin Farrell. We locked eyes outside my office on E 67th. I know we had a moment! haha jk (although I did see him and stared at him awkwardly for minutes cuz I didnt realize it was him and I have a staring problem) but this person is def for reals...im glad others do celeb missed connections too.

Look What I Found!

Do you think she even knows what she is holding? For those of you who don't know, that is a buckeye necklace, traditionally worn at Ohio State football games because its the mascot of the school. My school. Oh and they are poisonous.

Just Another Day At The Office

I was having reservations for my event on Thursday night and sure enough, my intuitions ended up coming true. From the start it was a mess. No one was there and nothing was there. The alcohol, the DJ equipment, the people. Nothing. My brother and his friends were the first people to show up. One person, who we have known forever, showed up very messed up. I was nervous and knew it wouldn't end well but I'll get back to that later.

The room finally started to fill up and some of the alcohol arrived. But for an open bar, the 5 bottles of Patron was not really gunna cut it. I was outside doing the door though and people kept coming out drunker and drunker so I guess something was being done about it.

Now, imagine having a special event for yourself from 8-10 and at 8:15 you call your publicist saying you are still at home in NJ because you could not find a babysitter. Yes, that is actually what happened. I didn't know what he ended up doing with the kid but at 9:45 he finally got there.

Then the drunk one comes outside and stumbles over the velvet ropes taking them down with him as he falls to the ground for the first of many times. My coworker tells me to get him out of here. Duh. I decide to get him a cab. He spits at every cab that comes by so they keep driving away. My brother decides to go with him once we finally got a cab because there was no way he could make it to Penn station on his own. I was supposed to go inside and get his friends to meet him cuz he was drunk too and couldn't handle this asshole on his own.

I walk inside to find his friends and see that the mics are not working for the performance. I get Mike's friends, who decide to stay. I try to go help with the mic situation but my phone rang and it was my brother. I ran outside to hear him and he said they got 1 block before they got kicked out of the cab and Mark was crawling. I said to just leave him but he wouldn't. I said try to get another cab and call me back. 3 seconds later he calls me back and is freaking out. He said he called the ambulance cuz Marc fell and cracked his head open. I started running.

When I got there, my brother was shaken up and Marc was in the back of the ambulance with blood all over his face and foaming at the mouth. Lovely scene. As serious as it looked at first, the mood was kinda surreal cuz Marc was still blabbing stupid drunk things. My brother told me he also took 2 Xanex on an empty stomach and drank a ton of Patron. We got in the thing to drive to the ER. My first emergency ride wasn't for me!

My favorite quotes Marc said in between being unconscious and not.
"I guess this means I ruined all my chances with Becca."
"Officer, is this going to go on my record? I already have like 2 records. Maybe 3! Officer please."
"Stop the car! I have red cross!"

St. Vincents is ghetto. We didn't know how they were going to get him to the ER from the car and they explained that they get wheelchairs. Well there were none left! The guy had to carry Marc in. We went to the waiting room where a homeless man was waiting for a shower and complaining about the broken TV. Then we see Marc walking out to smoke a cig. Um, who let him out? We told the security guard that he was a patient and he ran out to get him. Marc told him he was in a fight and the other guy was the patient. We finally got him back in bed. Then his parents showed up which was weird cuz I haven't seen them since I was 13. Never would have thought this would be the circumstances for the reunion.

It was still fairly early when we got out of the ER but I sent my brother home and was only 3 blocks from the club so I went back to work. When I got there, everyone seemed to be outside. The guest of honor was saying bye to his dad and talking about going back in to get the ladies. One coworker was crying hysterical cuz her wallet got stolen. She left and 3 of us went back in to tackle the last performance of the night.

2 hours later, mission accomplished. So there were no gun shots like we thought but I did end up in the ER regardless. Wow.

Themes

Should I have a theme for my blog? I feel like blogs always have themes. They focus on certain things. Fashion, celebs, adventures. But I feel like I just can't narrow that down. I'm going to continue to make this a clusterfuck because that pretty much sums up my life. This isn't for you, it's for me. Plus, it makes me retelling my stories so much easier cuz I just have to send a link. So don't hate.

Different Faces For Different Places

This whole new "Gayface" thing is cracking me up. Urban Dictionary provides a super explanation. Gayface is all the rage right now, the new black. An example below, with the lastest "victim" in media, being Chace (in the middle, if it's not obvious enough).


Then there are the mugshots. I'll stay away from the typical celeb ones. Did you know that Newsday has The Wall of Shame? My friends sorority sister just made it. It's definately a lesson taught after seeing your mugshot on the front page of the paper, but at the same time, imagine being so scared and nervous, you're hysterically crying and look your worst and people at your school not only see and make fun of it but change it to every profile pic they have, via facebook, myspace, etc. Thats WAY more damaging to someone then they probably think. I'm all for the no drunk driving stance but i'm kinda torn on this form of punishment. In addition, for visual effects, there has been a great mugshot flurrying the blogs.

Apparently she was chasing kids and cars and one thing I read said she peed on someone's porch, all in the outfit.

GARY LAWSON OWES ME MONEY

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. But sometimes, some people just suck.

I sold my football tickets to the Ohio State vs. Youngstown State game (season opener) for face value, to someone on Craigslist. I just didn't want the tickets to go to waste and I just wanted to make my money back. I didn't even ask him to pay me for the overnight shipping which was $20 and my lunch break.

He seemed to be sincere. At first he wanted to use Paypal, but thats just too advanced for me. We emailed back and forth the info and he called when he got the tickets to thank me and say the check was in the mail. A week later, no check. I emailed that I never got it and he called me back immediately. He was so thankful for the tickets and he sounded nervous that it didn't arrive and said he would immediately send another one and to resend my address so he 100% knows it. Fast forward 3 weeks now and I still never got it. I lost his phone number for a while, but emailed him a bunch. I found his phone number and he will not answer or call me back.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! It really makes me upset and sick that people treat people like this. I just keep kicking myself for this.

Anyways, if anyone knows a GARY LAWSON who lives on Hawthorne Drive in Cincinnati Ohio, please tell him I want my money and this is only the first of many steps I will take to get it. This is messed up and I am not happy. I will post a phone number and address shortly as well if $130 does not come in my direction shortly.

Oh what a blog/internet can do for you.

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