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Diva & Co.

Sunday, August 31, 2003

Can you hammer a 6 inch spike threw a board with your penis? - Real Genius is on Comedy Central rihgt now and im still eating Triscuits Take that All of you put it in your hats then put your hats on your head then be like oh whats in my hair then look and it ill be like eww i got that in my hair

Triscuits Are the best and if you Dissagree You can Eat my Taz-O-berrys

Saturday, August 30, 2003


My mom is really upset and not talking to me because she found out that I signed for Ashley's car. She is really, really pissed and yelling and she is saying that I'm not allowed to hang out with Ashley anymore. I'm 22 so she can't really do that, but she made an excellent point: I have been there for Ashley through EVERYTHING and she juts keeps fucking me over. She's not my friend.

Friday, August 29, 2003

Shes in this movie Pieces of April it comes out Rocktober I can.t wait for it I want it to come out now heres The Trailer Iv been waiting all year to see this
OH Joey Potter it looks like you done a good movie


Today is a really great day at work for me. Not only is it the Friday before a long weekend, but I came to work today to find the following email from the Comptroller, my department head:
With your upcoming involvement in the Budgeting and Accounting processes we are transferring your function and direct reporting from Joyce to Mary. This will be effective September 1, 2003."

Now, when this happened to my friend Anthony (transfer of function) he became a financial analyst. From how it is explained to me I am to be doing the exact same thing as Anthony, I will be supporting the Budget Driector and the Chief Accountant. This is really exciting for me becuase while its not been expressly stated the transfer from Administrative Staff Assistant to Financial Analyst means a change in unions as well as a pay increase to put me on the same level as Anthony. Knowing that its a unionized environment I am not gonna hold my breath waiting for the raise, but Financial Analyst looks much better on a resume than Administrative Assistant. I am SO excited. Not to metnion the fact that Mary is much more amicable and agreeable and far less nosy than Joyce. Wooo woooo wooooooo!

New Blogs & A Contest

Everyone please welcome Docks, Jen (aka Selective Thoughts) and IA. Much entertainment will be found and readily available in the "Roll Call" on your immediate right.

Now onto the contest....We are adopting the little fella pictured below. He' is a Shih Tzu and needs a home. What should we name him? The winner will get much blog proppage.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

8 Mile²

I decided to do a follow up post to the almighty and wise Don Labia's previous one. Earlier this year he purchase a bootleg copy of the movie from Chinatown in New York and I wanted to read you the little description blurb from the back of the box. I did NOT edit this in any way, if I had a working scanner I would let y'all see for yourselves:

The stroy begin froms Detroit of winter 1995. In the hip-hop of a by name The Shelter Club, each to the weekend singers all get together, proceed the perform-ance game of man to man 60 second, and finally be decided by crowd who is this of enter the next to the out the week champion. When the round arrive the small rice Smith to gon on stage to perform he is however a card hull.

Dude, what the F U C K does that even mean? Translate, please, anyone!

Just cause the Vma's Are tonight and there compleatly retarded
and shoudl be called Hooray for Medocrity
my thoery is there going to make jhonny cash win everyhting cause they wanna pretend like there hip but there not
so they can suck a egg

VIDEO awards shoudl be based upon the quality of the video nothign about the song it can be the worst song ever btu a good video is a good video such a bunch of crap balls no fair

I watched Eminem's 8-mile last night

What did i learn from it
Black peoples hate being called Faggots

You don't need to rap for dumb girls who won modeling contests aparently they can tell if your good before you ever do anything

Girls Get Real hot when you Free style rap outside a Food Truck so hot that you have to go run and Do it as soon as possible

Don't Tell your drunk boyfriend you getting Evicted cause he'll get mad

If you win bingo you get $$3200 (im going to next bingo night then)

Its okay to burn down abandon houses if someone gets raped in it

Rap offs mean more then Fighting so if you want to shame somone Rap better then them cause it doenst mattewr that they kicked your ass 8 times already

Eminem Is a big fan of Leave it to beaver

Dont Shoot your self in the leg

Thats all what a funny movie though i dont know where the serious parts are cause I laughed alot

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Dog Years....Season of The Itch

This should be entertaining for a good .5 seconds. Enjoy!

(if you get the title reference, I'm scared of you.)

All this talk of Mars being close makes me Wonder when will Uranus be its closest

Spaeking of Mars i Went to the Mars 2112 the resturant in NYC how I wish I was 8 to enjoy the creepy people in costum trying to play along when you can tell they dont want to but they have to
but the food was a tastey mine wasnt hot but i think it was supsoed to be but who am I to know it is Martian food

A Little of This, A Little of That

*~*"Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places, if you look at it right" - J. Garcia*~*

Lots of goings on, but nothing really to write about....

The summer is rapidly winding down, school starts Tuesday and work just keeps on keepin' on. I have to say though, this has been one of the Best Summers I've had in a LONG time. From the Boston trip, to the Strike Long Island Party, Anna's 4th of July party, Doogie's softball game, the Bronx Zoo trip, nights out in the city, random keggers in Shaolin where we tried to fight really big dudes, the Blow Job room at Bar 9, Silent Film Score shows, Bon Jovi Concerts with Tazz, trips to Jones Beach, nights out at bars, my birthday, Anna's birthday, God, such great times. I love all of you who were there to share in it (even if I couldn't figure out how to work in a link to ya!). You're all truly amazing people and I'm both proud and lucky to call y'all friends.

Okay enough of the mushy, smooshy crap...I'm just in a really great mood. I dunno why, well, I DO know why (but thats none of your bizniss!). I think we all need to get together and find a really great way to "Officially" close out the summer, or at very least get crackin' on our Halloween plans or perhaps a weekend in Montreal. Don't worry, all you underagers can come too. Montreal is a veritable mecca for the 18+ crowd, legal drinking, gambling, amazing nightlife, the American dollar goes pretty far there and its only a short jaunt across the border. What do we say, eh?

Oh and I know its not over yet, but Boz totally kicked ass in his Labor Day Weightloss Challenge. And while we're talking about the other crazy cats in the "Magical Land of Blog" I have to say, I really miss Mo.

Thats all she wrote....

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

A Few Entirely Random Post Lunchies Thoughts...

This song totally rocks and I can't get it out of my head nor can I stop listening to it over and over and over again. The whole cd is pretty good, acutally, but this one is just so darn catchy.

I am quite happy as I just got an extremely "yay" package in the mail from Sephora I think I might apply for a jobby there during the holiday season just for a bitchin' discount.

My face hurts because I can't stop smiling or thinking about you and I am so excited to see you tomorrow and I just wanted to thank you for the billionth time for reminding me how great it is when you're giddy like a little five year old. :)

Trace Element will be playing Thursday October 23, 2003 at the The Thirsty Turtle in Stamford. Happy hour and rockin' eye candy? You all better be there!

I Stink!

In posting about bands, I completely forgot to mention Digger Phelps (the band, not the guy). Its probably becuase of my secret subconcious vendetta against Whitey and his band. Nah, I dont really hate you, I just am a forgetful young Gwen sometimes.

Dear Sad Jesse

Dear Jesse from Friendster

you sent me this

Subject : LARP
Don't know how often that you travel down the
coast or not but their is a brand new LARP called
ULTRA if you have a weekend free come check us

YOUR SO SO SO SO SO SAD i have larp on my intrests as a joke you sad sad sad man or boy the end

Monday, August 25, 2003


Unhallowed has been added to the band links in the center. Make sure to check 'em out, and send Moe some bacon.

In other musical news: Trace Element has an upcoming show on Friday September, 19, 2003 at Arlene Grocery. Hope to see some of y'all there!

Why to Spend your Money Tomarrow Monday

Aug 25th edition

Everyone should spend there money on 2 important Dvds that come out tommarrow

1. Lord of the Rigns The Two Towers

why - cause it has previews for the next movie return of the king ands you can watch it till november when the Platinum Series Extended Edition comes out and then give this visron to a relitive who doesnt know any better so its also a gift

2. MR Show Season 3

Why - Cause its Mr Fn Show niggers

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Weekend Recap

I had a horrible and otherwise awfully boring day at work. This was counteracted by a really stellar night out for some dinner at Stir Crazy followed by some rocking skee ball action at Dave & Busters. I also won a grover doll which is SO cute and I discovered I have enough tickets to win the television and the Atari. Yes, the old skool awesome 1980's atari. I want that mother! It all was capped off by some innocent smooching in the parking lot with a very cute boy. (c:

Yard work (feh!) with my mommy and then some shopping and some napping. Then I headed down into the city with the Dapper Don, Jon and Anna for some yummy munchies at Monster Sushi. I will leave out the part how Jon, Don & I got lost in the 'hood of Brooklyn (BK, holla!). Manhattan traffic sucks balls especially down by the Ferry.

Much needed sleep, Megan's Birthday BBQ and some good old fashioned Carrie time on Sex In the City. I am pooped right now and looking forward to hittin' the proverbial hay, but I have a feeling I'm gonna be up for a bit. Why are weekends so short?!?!

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Flash Mob

(FLASH mawb) n. A large group of people who gather in a usually predetermined location, perform some brief action, and then quickly disperse

Dear Flash Mobs

your crazy

the end

Friday, August 22, 2003

RIP Wesley Willis !

McDonalds is the place to rock
It is a restaurant where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to get down to the rock music

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

McDonalds will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve Quarter-Pounders
They will put pounds on you

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

McDonalds hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat
A Quarter-Pounder has 28 grams of fat

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

Wheaties, breakfast of champions

... so true so so true

Friday Five

1. When was the last time you laughed? Last night at Jenny Hauser's BBQ after happy hour. God crazy times, old skool kids around.

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with? Joe, my old boyfriend

3. Who was the last person you emailed? Jon, to tell him who his secret internet crush looks like

4. When was the last time you bathed? This morning before work.

5. What was the last thing you ate?Ramen Noodles for lunchies...yum oriental flavor.


I love the 70s with commentary wiht peoepl who were only 5 when the 70s ended

Dear VH1
How do you have people comment about 70's pop culter and what not when all of there storys are i remebr i was in kindergarten bla bla bla

The first 3 episodes half of them wern't even born so i dont get it but im still wathcing so whos the sucker ... me
but the I love the 80s special that was humorus this I love the 70s is just a weak shot at at reapeting sucess but still i got a problem with I love the 80s they would be like oh
hey look its Alf its 88 even though alf was on for like 2 years before

Or this when they talk about a show like its 75 or what ever they talk about Welcome Back Kotter and they talk about episodes past the 1975 epiosdes witch is dumb but im being picky but if its i love 75 it shoudl be strickly 75 stuff but then what would they talk about

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Announcement (After Eight Drinks...thank god for edit!)

I have a crush on someone who is cute....

That is all.


Stop reading, freakface! Feh!

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Vocab Lesson

friend ( P ) Pronunciation Key (frnd)
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement: friends of the clean air movement.

bank2 ( P ) Pronunciation Key (bngk)

A business establishment in which money is kept for saving or commercial purposes or is invested, supplied for loans, or exchanged.
The offices or building in which such an establishment is located.

Friend DOES NOT EQUAL bank

Bonus word (lets remember this one):
prom·ise ( P ) Pronunciation Key (prms)

A declaration assuring that one will or will not do something; a vow.
Something promised.


Tuesday, August 19, 2003

He's Here He's Queer Get Used to it

I was watching Vh1's show Totaly Gay and it was saying That Gay is the new black Everyone wants ot be gay GAY IS SO IN, well my Friend Jon has finaly admited it to him self and He is now Officaly on the gay bandwagon Keep reaching for those Rainbows Jon

Tazz1376: Is Shania Twain Live an oxymoron?
SheeplovR2: she died?
Tazz1376: No, just lipsyncs
SheeplovR2: your still bitter fomr the super bowl
Tazz1376: Well that just sucked
Tazz1376: At least here she is hot
SheeplovR2: dont wathc
SheeplovR2: theres og tot be somehting else on
Tazz1376: I didn't know this was on until an hour ago
SheeplovR2: i guess your finger sint on the sdhina pulse
SheeplovR2: shina
Tazz1376: I have seen all of her specials
Tazz1376: I am gay
SheeplovR2: yes
SheeplovR2: yes you are
SheeplovR2: you finaly know
SheeplovR2: yo ucna have a comign out party if you want
Tazz1376: Nah, I still don't think I will like men
SheeplovR2: Tazz1376: Nah, I still don't think I will like men
SheeplovR2: so your sayign theres a chance
Tazz1376: HA


Inspired by Lisa's Blog and her recent trip to the Justified & Stripped tour I needed to give y'all some much needed eye candy. Is there anything more perfect? I submit that there is not...


Back to pink, cause I'm too much of a girl not to have it. <3 PiNk!

Monday, August 18, 2003


Injuns stole all my wampum...I'm broke til Friday.

Friday, August 15, 2003

Fuck You Friday

This is a giant FUCK YOU to Canada. Thats right, I said it. Fuck you ya fuckin' canucks. Don't tell us what this poweroutage was aboot. Its aboot the fact that your fucking beady little eyes and flapping heads couldn't see a lightning strike coming and you're too big of pussies to take some fucking responsiblity so you try to blame it on New York. Step off, bitchfaggots! I hate you! You ruined my sushi dinner last nite!

Dear Papermate Clear Point Mechainacal Pencil Girl Teacher from the Comercial ... I love you

You know the Comercial - It is the comercial where its in a Classroom and the Teacher is looking at a Boy playing with the pencil and the voice over is saying danny or somthing this is my favorite pencil remeber to give it back and the Kid is being a lil creep with it then she gets all freaked out and says Pencils Down!!

yeah so I love her -fin

Thursday, August 14, 2003

I took a nap and wake up and there no Power across tha land "Shits Fucked up"

I guess terroist are going after the cranky person on there way home or finaly take out thoose pesky sick and elderly people or its Enrons fault when in doubt blame enron


Changing some things around the old sitearooney, you can now email Don or myself via linkage on the left, you can still check out our other great bloggy friedns with new linkage under the tagboard on the right. Pictures or some graphical element will come soon, but for now, this is all ya gets, motherbitches.

Anyhow, not much exciting going on in the world of Divadom...I'm down 4lbs since Monday. Me and some of the people in my office got together to do the whole "weight watchers points" thing. Its workign. Woo wooo wooo! I'm acutally gonna skip Happy Hour tonight, 'cause I'm sick of drinking and feeling shitty on week nights, and I am going to the casino with my grandparents on Monday, so I gotta save me some ducats.

Also: the people at Lake Mohican are bitches, but cokeheads cook a mean steak. If you dont get it dont worry, you're not supposed to. Fuck off, smokey the bear & take your bitch, McGruff, with you!

Funnyest Headline of the day is

Mel Gibson vs. "The Jews"

So for some reason Mel Gibson decided to make a movie about the Last days of jesus witch im sure he got the idea from the movie the last days of disco
so aparntly its a whoel the jews killed jesus movie and well they did but there all upity about it the JDL and ADL are Mad mad max even so in the end who wins .... Black Team Wins
In a Related story im watching The Greatest Story ever Told on TCM Witch is the cockyest movie title ever they demand it to be the greatest story Ever so how do you top that someone will one day posible Mel gibson

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

As my first Offical Guest Blog I Ask

Please Stop The Madonna and Missy Mistermeaner Elliot Gap Comercial

Another comercial i have beef with Derick Jeders Visa spot in it George Stien brener askes "How do you aford 2 nights of partying with your freinds" or somthing like that Well its easy george Remebr the 40million dollars a year your paying him to play a silly game

so in conclusion make them stop please


Until Tunekies is back up and running, the Sheep, aka Don Labia, will be guest blogging, or coblogging on my blog. With my lil pink graphics and girlie stuffs.

For The Sheep

Silent Film Score Shows!!

at Rexplex (Elizabeth, NJ) with:
Hidden in Plain View, Modesty Pannel, The
Goodwill, MAVERICK

at Le Grande Fromage in Atlantic City with:
Fairmont, Anti - Anti, Lucas Brasi, Quiet Life
8PM $8

Sunday August 17th
at Hamilton St Cafe with:
The Killing, A Black Veil Affair (formerly
Makeshift), The Stand In (formerly Ugly Stick),
Played Out, Transit
6PM $7


Dear AssClowns in I.T.,

Stop fuckign with the network, your ruining my mojo and I dont like it.


Monday, August 11, 2003

Sleeping to Dream

**No, these aren't about ANYBODY, so chill out, they're just awesome lyrics to amazing songs by Jason Mraz...fuck the remedy, go check out the rest of his stuff, he's phenomenal**

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town
I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
and they all fall down.
As I lay me down tonight,
I close my eyes and what a beautiful sight
I'm sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.) Well you were everywhere
But I woke up in the ditches. I hit the light and I thought you might be here
but you were nowhere. You were nowhere at home.
As I lay me back to sleep
Lord I pray that I can keep
Sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
(It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night.)
Sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
- j. mraz

R - i - i - i - i - ght
(Alternate Title: Drugs Are Bad, Mmmkay?)

My ex boyfriend is a complete and utter bo-tard. He's still really drugged up, he's still moving furniture and thinks that somehow a little fairy will flitter down and come and make him a rockstar. (Good luck with that, idiot.) Apparently within the last couple of days he has had a run-in with God. This was such a big deal that he had to call me and tell me about it and how its a "sign" that we should get back together.

When he and I were dating our anniversary was 02.22.02. Apparently Thursday night he was having a rough night, the drugs weren't being so kind to him and he was feeling like the failure he is. He went to the ATM to withdrawl money, his balance was $22.02. He went to the counter, bought his pack of Marlboro red's and headed home. On his way home (and I recall all of this based on his telling it to me last night) he asked God to send him someone who would help him and a sign that he wasn't completely alone and doomed to fail. He goes upstairs, smokes a joint and picks up his sister's cell phone. He scrolls through her phone book and my name (and new cell # he didn't have) show up at #22. According to my simple-minded ex, it was "fate" that "our numbers" kept popping up everywhere so he had to call me and try and get back together with me. I have also been informed that if I deny that we should get back together that I am lying to myself.

Apparently he's unaware of the fact that a) he choked me and threatened to cut and burn me b) accused me of stealing 2 grand from him and c) cheated on me twice (once with his ex with herpes who he later found out he had gotten pregnant, but he swears they used protection). Apparently now though, even though she's terminated her pregnancy, he realizes sex is no joke and "hasn't been with anyone since me", except for that girl who his sister told me he was sleeping with in the HALLWAY OF THEIR APARTMENT! (Classy!).

I told him to get bent and not call my house anymore. Why is my life filled with retards?

Saturday, August 09, 2003

You & I Both

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
What you and I spoke of
Others only dream of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of
and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone works both ways
and if I never ever hear it ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of words.
- j. mraz

Sexiest Man Alive

Most fun concert, good songs, good times, Jason Mraz. Thanks for the invite, Jon.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Cease Fire

I dont know how everything got so out of hand with everyone. I don't know when we became the people we hate. I don't know when or how or why we split off from a community where factions were being formed and chaos was pitting people against each other just to form a new, smaller one which has broken down more rapidly.

I say that I dont like drama, yet I often find myself awash in a sea of it. I have a tendency to care too much about what people will think about me so I take to a group mentality. Thats wrong, I am a free thinking, intelligent individual and I am capable of thinking for myself. I know I don't have to like everyone and I know not everyone has to like me. I'm not a bad person at the core, but I've become very ugly on the inside. Its fun having close friends and I love them dearly, but I've also made some quick personality judgements becuase of it.

I know I am gonna catch hell and mockings from some people for this, but I dont care, if you were a good person you would respect me for being an adult and for recognizing my mistakes.

I would like to offer an apology to several people: Liz, Matt, Maria, Amy, Joe and I'm sure there are others that I'm forgetting: I am sorry for not taking the time to get to know you before I judged you and I'm sorry that I may have treated you harshly out of going with the group. I'm sorry that I let what other people had to say influence how I treated you. That was wrong and I know an apology is too little and often times too late, but I hope you will at least recognize this as an extension of an olive branch. I'm not asking that we become best friends nor am I asking that you even try and give me the time of day, thats entirely up to you, but I hope you will at least realize that I am sorry for how I treated you in the past. That was petty, childish and othewise wrong. The pot shots that were taken are not "my style" and I'm embarassed for that, alot of what I know (or rather don't know) about you is all based on things others have said, and really, who am I (who is anyone) to judge someone else.

To my friends and others with whom I am NOT fighting. I hope you won't hold this against me. This is all getting very petty though, and its not fun anymore when we have to walk on eggshells. I'm not saying I want to be best friends with everyone, nor do I expect all of us to get along and hang out, but I hope you will all start to realize the path we were collectively headed down is wrong. I want this to continue to be as fun as it was, like back in the Hard Rock Farewell party, that was a fun time. We're all adults so lets take one anothers hand and all climb out of the sandbox. I love you all, but I can't stand the fighting. Its really starting to get to me. I am blaming no one and I hope you will all see that, I just need to take some time away and "unplug" to sort myself out. I'm not expecting everyone to get together and sing and be happy, but I do hope some of these rifts can be mended as truly, there is no need for them in the first place. If we all got to know one another before making these cursory assesments of character we'd all be a lot better off. Who knows, we could be missing out on knowing some really great people. I am in no way resigning from the babies board or this blog nor am I calling anyone out on anything. I just felt I needed to get thsi all off my chest.

On Life...

Right now I feel as though I'm on the verge of an era of civil unrest. I don't know where it will errupt from first: my family, my freinds or my friends from home. My mom is constantly venting how much she is angry with my aunt (who lives across the street from us) and its getting to a boiling point becuase all of the responisiblity for 3 households is being dumped on my mother. Granted, my brother and I help out, but we don't really know how much more we can do. I take that back, I help out, my brother runs around and smokes pot with the other neighborhood hoodlums, and he owes me $135. (Pay up you smarmy bitch!)

Last night I had a dream that my best friend from home, Ashley and I, had a huge falling out and it was very public and very bitter and it was a dirty, mean and otherwise nasty war of words. I'm scared to think this might be coming. I don't forsee any reason why it would, but generally when I dream about something thats not totally insane and wacky it will generally happen within a month. I'm also starting to rethink my whole "Hey, Ash, let's get an apartment together" kick I was on. I can only be responsible for me and I have to lead by example, not by doing everything for people.

Finally this morning I saw that a lot of drama had apparently occured over night. I think people are starting to think that my friends and I are bitches. Yes, we are bitches to a certain extent. Yes, we are "those girls" who are gossipy and mock everyone, but we do it more as a joke than anything else. People really need to learn to lighten up. Everyone gets down on us for beign bitchy, but I know personally that my outward "I'm better than you" act is just that, an act, 'cause on the inside I'm quite insecure, but being able to act this way gives me some sort of sense of self esteem in my life.

Maybe I'm just PMSy and moody. Who knows.

Monday, August 04, 2003


**Warning: this post is REALLY long, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Be sure and click all of the links, because no 2 links are the same, and some of them are pictures from our trip while others are awesome links! I hope you make it to the end, good luck and Godspeed!**

God, where do I even start trying to recap this weekend?!? I know I'm gonna leave a kajillion things out, but here goes:

Anna, Missy and I arrive in Boston in the early afternoon and we're greeted by a cutie with the Bah-ston accent who wants to "pahk our cah". Check in and check out the room. Real plates and glasses, silverware, a fridge, heated floors everything was brand new, free highspeed internet access, alright, we were kinda pimpin'. We were starving so we wandered around the Charlestown 'hood, but we some how ended up in the ghetto, so we called for a cab and decided not to wait on the corner 'cause we'd look like some hookers. The cabbie picks us up and takes us to Newbury Street for some K I L L E R shopping. We had a quick lunch and realized in Boston that they don't talk about the penis so much as they talk about the "CAHCK" (those wacky Massholes!) Anyhow we hit up the shops at the Prudential Center and spent WAY too much money in Sephora (you devil store, you!). Back to the room for some time primp and get ready to go out.

We got all gussied up to go out and pimp it with some of the local boys. We asked the valet guys in the lobby where we should go and they suggested a delightful little spot which I now hold dear to my heart, called The Rack. We were all a little skeptical on it, but it turned out to be a veritable martini Mecca! At the Rack we enjoyed a myriad of delightful new 'tinis like the trusted old favorite the Apple Martini. This one, however, had a new twist, it was served in a glass rimmed with green sugar, and garnished with a cherry, candy apple slice and a little jungle animal toy. There were also some new yummy martinis like the watermelon martini and the blue raspberry martini. Tres yum! Needless to say the drinks kinda snuck up on us and we started chatting up the guys next to us and found out that one of them, "Awesome" Andy, is a super big fan of local New York radio superstar, Sheeplover. Being that we have the pleasure of knowing him by his real identity, Don Labia we got to score some extra points with Andy and his boys. We got drunker and decided to call it a night and when we got back to the hotel there was much running through the halls, pleading with the front desk guy to let us swim and ordering pizza to be had.

We were a little hung over Saturday morning, and poor Missy was feeling sickies, but we decided to head out to the New England Aquarium where we got our picture taken with Sammy the Seal (that pic will come later, 'cause its on "real film"), we saw some penguins and got a little annoyed with all the little bitchy kids in there, so we hightailed it on out. Oh, I almost forgot: this is a big fuck you to Digital City because every single time we looked something up on there we found out it had gone out of business like 2 years previously, like our sushi place where you sit on the floor and are all cool or our psychic or any of the other bum directions you fucks gave us! But I digress, we did some MORE shopping at Faneuil Hall (apparently its pronounced Fan-yull). We waited in the room and napped and what not until the lovely Lisa arrived.

Then we got all gussied up again and headed out for dinner. We came across a place called The Rock Bottom Brewery for a pretty yummy dinner, but not before getting harassed by a bleeding bum for cigarettes. Although it wasn't a total loss cause we were held up long enough outside to run across a bachelor party brimming with hot, HOT guys. Woo wooo!

The night kind of sucked from there, because we went to the Roxy which sucked some seriously hardcore ass. Picture a normal, packed dance club in Manhattan, full of trendy people (even if you LOATHE places like this, just picture it for me). Now: make these people 2 years behind in fashion and remove like three quarters of the people from the club. Age the remaining quarter by 10 years and make half of those Portuguese, now you can imagine perhaps even the littlest bit how shitty the "Boston Roxy" was. We left there to hit up The Good Life because their business card promised oversized martinis, alas there were none. There were, however, some cute boys there (although they were kicked out immediately following this photo).

We decided to split and head back to the Rack so we could show Lisa how good the appletinis were there. We also saw more Boston fashion victims laughed, danced, were accosted by boys, met some normal ones, saw some junk and almost got in a fight over a cab (fucking masshole bitches, we're WAY better). We made it home in one piece and called it a night.

We were all sick, we ate sushi, I puked and a bird shit on me, we drove home, we saw a bad accident. The end, thanks for reading this much!! MwAh!

We're Baaaaaaack

Boston Recap Coming Soon, But For Now Check Out Some of The Glitterati Partying It up In Boston