grey's friday-pt. deux

Happy Friday, Friends!

So I had a fabulous dinner last night with Nicholas. He is totally the BEST DATE EVER. We always have such good conversation and I end dinner feeling accomplished. After dinner, however, I rushed home to catch Grey's. And here's what I have to say about it. I'm beginning with the end, because it was so powerful.

Go Addison!!! I loved her for so many things last night. She's such a great character. When I first began watching Grey's, I hated Addison. I thought she was pathetic and getting in the way of true love, but the truth is that Addison is a hot slut. She called her husband a slut--I love that. And she got herself set up in a swanky hotel with one hot piece of ass. Jebus, did you see him walk out of that steamy shower?!? My God...I'm excited for the unraveling of this story, it's totally bringing sexy back to Seattle. I'm glad she and McDreamy have realized that it's over. She's so much better off without him. He's one of those men who will just take take take. He doesn't give, instead he blames her for everything. Addison, keep effing that hot guy, he's a better lay--I know it!

Second item of business, Burke's "mama." I hate her. Yeah, yeah, so she's a clean cut, wealthy black lady, but she's also a bitch. Ralph says she's like my mom. Whatever. She needs to be nicer to Yang. I'm not into mother's "testing" their son's women. That's tired. About as tired as that black blazer that she wore throughout the episode. Upity black people can be so disenfranchising.

I'm over Izzie and her shit.

I'm over Meredith and her obnoxious monologues. I know that viewers like that, but she has too many wrinkles to be that choosy over who she wants as a man. People like her shouldn't have options. George's girlfriend on the other hand is so perfect. She's my favorite right now. I want him to love her, don't you? I think he does, but he's being a total guy about it.

Finally, let's talk about Alex. He and Addison get the hot slut award. That old lady wasn't hot enough if you ask me, but I still love that was, as Amanda would say, a "Booty Nomad." How great was his last line, "You're right, I shouldn't be getting physical with patients?" He's got a big one--I know it! hahaha

Tune in next week for more of my useless opinions on Grey's. I provided a link in case you want a respectable look at the show.

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get on your knees and get to work

I'm thinking about getting a cleaning lady. Ralph told me to "Go find a Mexican," to which I responded with uncontroable laughter. I think having a cleaning lady will make me feel rich and more in control.

If you don't already know it, I have serious control issues. I'm like the Barbie (in black, of course) who comes complete with territorial issues, a voicebox that complains when you pull my string (or just say something I don't like), caffiene dependency, opposable thumbs, and a bag full of accessories.

Cleaning ladies are good. I think any way. I once had someone say to me that they weren't comfortable with getting a pedi because they felt like it was weird and some superiority issues could come into play That makes me wonder how some people feel about having a cleaning lady. Sure, cleaning is a task you can do yourself, but why not have someone else do it. If she's making money than clearly it isn't that much of a burden. Because we all know there are a lot of ways to make money and cleaning house doesn't have to be one of them. I don't care what anyone else thinks...I want my baseboards cleaned and I don't want to do it. After five days of commuting and working, the last thing I want to do is pull out soap and water to start scrubbing the walls in my dust ridden apartment (we get dust from the street--I live on a busy one). A clean house means I'm in control of something and I love being in control because when I'm not in control of things, I begin behaving strangely. Well more accuratley I get bitchy. And I hate being a bitch.

16 drinks, 2 port-a-potties & 1 naked leatherfest later

It's Monday. I've begun many-an-entry such as that, but mostly out of detest. Today it's out of exhaustion. I filled my weekend with goodies--the kind that come in bottles, glasses, flutes, and cans.

Errrgg I'm really tired today....

So on Friday Ralph came up, which is always fun, but unlike past visits where we spent our days rifling through the racks of H&M, movie going, or skipping through Union Square until we have shopping headaches, we took in the weekend's festivities and drank ourselves silly. Friday was dinner at Medjool with Arty followed by a round of shots and about 5 additional drinks (per person) at Elbo Room. I'm really glad I've stopped drinking fru fru drinks (for the most part anyway), it's so much easier to order Campari--everyone has it and you can't screw it up! We had such fun. I was even asked if I wanted to go motorcycle riding sometime this week. The guy--cute, but he was about 5'2 and that doesn't work with me. Then he confessed to be an "LD" (yeah I didn't know what that meant either). Well it means "learning disabled" and when I offered up my number, I also I had to task of entering my name into his phone. I never have a dull moment at Elbo Room. So for three crazy kids who didn't want the evening to end, last call was more upsetting than usual, so back to Arty's for champs--the result? Vomitfest '06. I'm such a hard parting rock star (hee hee).

Saturday came and after waking up in Arty's flat at 2:00pm we decided to make the day happen , but take it easy. Shopping was the plan. Little did Ralph know, shopping on Saturday in Union Square is severely frustrating. We caught the first bus available and met a "friend" of mine at Civic Center for the Love Parade. It was my first time hanging out with this guy (the friend) and my first Love Parade--what fun it was. After 4 beers, 8 techno beat buses, a hash brownie, and ganja cake I couldn't stop feelin the party. We met up with the the friend (who is now dubbed "Southern Hottie") after dinner (more beer please) and partied until 3am. I managed to make out with Southern Hottie on the corner of Pacific and Van Ness--this one's a keeper...

Sunday was nothing but bare butts at Folsom. I didn't want to go but Ralph made me. Luckily I ran into one of my favorite groups of people--Jenny, Aaron and Tim (i just love them). This made Folsom a lot easier to ingest (in addition to those two really good margaritas). It felt unsanitary and I know someone caught ringworm. I saw enough penis to last me a lifetime (who am I kidding), enough ugly boobs to realize that maybe plastic surgery isn't as bad as I thought, and enough hairy butts, backs and balls to consider stock in Nads home waxing kit.

All in all I had a great weekend. I'm tired now, but I partied, I boozed, I had a few nice meals, I finally met Southern Hottie and made-out with him, and I used two port-a-potties in one weekend. Happy Autumn!!!

anatomy of a loyal viewer

Last night was the season premire of Grey's Anatomy. I was so excited--I still am. I remember ending last season in tears. For months I kept wanting Denny to die, so in the last episode of the season Seattle Grace Hospital fulfilled my wish and killed off Denny. I ended up feeling sad for days and whenever I heard "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol (now one of the most played songs on le pod) thoughts of Denny's failed body came to mind. Ugh and Izzie just crying her heart out in that Jessica McClintock. Jebus!

I feel like my old friends are back. It was so great to see everyone--McDreamy, George, Miranda, the Chief, Addison, Christina, Alex--everyone. I think we are in for an exciting season! After last night I called Ralph to ask him, how long until next Thursday. I will admit I was a bit frustrated with Izzie. I know Denny is dead, but she really showed her us "crazy" last season and it's going to be hard for her to win my trust back (hahaha). Of course Meredith and McDreamy are up to their old tricks. It's not a fresh idea, but it keeps me going back for more. And I'm crossing my fingers that Addison finally lets McDreamy have it. She's too good for him. Yeah so she had the affair first, but she's trying to make it work. The only thing he's trying to do is get and keep Meredith naked. I wonder how they're going to react to Meredith's black panties tacked to the "Lost and Found" board. Ok, I'll stop now. But I'm thinking this may be a regular thing--I'll dub it Anatomy Friday. Loves it!

a little discouragement goes a long way

The first year was hard. Actually those first few months of single life were daunting. The only thing enjoyable was getting down to a zero---ahh "breakuprexia!" After a few months of it (about six to be exact), I settled in nicely and began appreciating the new me.

The second year of single girlhood was wild, adventurous, sexy, even envious. I had my pick of guys. I exuded with confidence, while maintaining that girlish charm that males love so much. With no real commitments I relished in this devious behavior. It was refreshing and down right liberating after spending my days and nights with soy ice cream, my vegan buddy, and reruns of Everybody Love Raymond.

I've just passed the three year mark of single life. I know the exact date, but I'd feel foolish revealing it...eventhough I just told you that I know it. So now, at the ripe and ready age of 23, I'm ready to delve into the world of exclusivity. But sadly dating now seems to be much more difficult than it was 4 years ago. I have standards now and won't settle for any piece of shit off the street. I'm not into chubby guys (sick), guys who love Vegas (I'd rather go home and kill myself), mama's boys (not my style), anyone over 32(done that), vegetarians (not into relationships sans Ruth's Chris), divorcees (fug baggage), guys who just want to hook-up or play date (so over it), people from high school (losers), people from college (educated losers), guys with kids and/or wives (ugh done that one too) anyone who thinks not wearing sneakers is dressing up (lame and immature), someone who considers $35 too much money for a meal (cheap ass), men who hate gays (if you don't love my "gays" then you can't love me) and the list goes on. I don't think that's picky. I just know what I want and I'm vocal about it.

I'm discouraged this week. Let's cross our fingers that something good happens. Because I'm starting to believe that my ex did voo doo on me and didn't tell me. As usual, I'm starting to discredit my own abilities in selecting men...Do you think it's me or them?

"over" is the new black

Thanks to last night Marc Jacobs Spring 07 preview, we can assume "over" as the new black (this is not fact, but silliness). I'm hearing a lot of tales of things being over. Relationships, in particular.

I feel like I cut off my left arm today and this time I'm not getting it back. I am emotionally exhausted by fleeting arguements and inconsistency. Who knows that the future holds, that's for MJ to decide. But as of now I'm going to cling to "over" and love it with every grain of salt sprinkled on my wounds. I'm wearing "over" and loving it. Yay for trends!!!

world peace: one fucking email at a time

Forwarded emails generally make their way to my "trash" without even a glimpse. You'll never catch me responding to a chain letter and you can pretty much forget about me adding my name to a "Save the (fill in the blank)" campaign.

Since last Saturday I have discovered a few of those listless emails in my gmail box. UGH. A friend has sent emails on the following:

-clubbing of baby seals
-stopping AIDS via email
-subscribing to a poverty site

Obviously, the sender isn't practicing cognizant behavior because most individuals with a computer or access to email have seen such web material and realize that it is pointless. These things crowd one's inbox, annoy, and result in nothing but cyber space clutter. I really don't think AIDS will be eradicated through msn, Myspace isn't going to be the sole savior of brutalized baby seals, and a blogspot will have no effect on the homeless. Most of us (or at least I hope) realize that the only way to begin to create change is by implementing programs and being active participant's--not enjoying palatial lifestyles with infused vodka cocktails hitting a send button from our laptops.

The web is a passive tool. It allows us to feel in touch with reality, but we aren't. The Internet distorts truths, it is indirect, and allows us say what we want without having to deal with real repercussions in real time. I think it's a great tool for research, artwork, shopping, expression, etc., but it's also harmful. We get further and further away from true life when closer to the web.

I can guarantee that we're not bring out world peace one email at a time. Instead we're pissing more people off, which seems to me, counterproductive. Active behavior resonates much more than passiveness--ya'll.

but i didn't hear the bell ring

I've never been a fan of the fall, but with all the great things in tow, such as leggings, tunics, ankle boots, red nail polish, and the return of Grey's Anatomy, I can't help but love fall '06! Oddly, enough I've been waking up these past few mornings and getting myself back to (what now seems) a simpler time.

The mornings are reminding me of those first few weeks of my sophomore and junior years of high school. My uniforms were clean, my shoes were new, my backpack was light, and I was content with having thirty-dollars to my name. But what I remember most vividly was the weather. The mornings were always glorious, with the perfect amount of moisture settled on the windshield of my mother's mini van and a slight morning haze, but not enough to break the visibility of the sun's rays. It was never so cold that one needed a jacket or a sweater. I would simply roll the sleeves of my white polo, with the green emblem on the left breast and make my way out the door. Everything was really fresh and new in a time generally associated with death. Of course at the ripe (stupid) age of 16 I wasn't concerned with death, intrinsic meanings, or any other sophisticated idea. Usually those mornings gave way to unbearable afternoon heat, but it didn't matter. Each morning was a fresh beginning at impressing new teachers and rekindling fondness among the old and thinking about what I would rather be doing than conjugating Spanish verbs--yo, tu, nosotros and then some.

Now, I'm six or seven years removed from that experience, but I've managed to get back to those mornings in some sense. I can't blame tardiness on the bell failing to ring, being held late by the previous class--now I blame traffic. It is not acceptable to have only $30--I have bills now. I think I'm glad it's no longer summer and that's making me nostalgic. Whatever the case, it's nice and I hope the feeling lasts for awhile.