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post-turkey stress reliever.
holler.
Here is the 10th thing I am thankful for.
It would be two cents but this recession is killing me. Top ten things I am thankful for this year:
1. my family and friends.
2. the flatiron for being my cheers (where everybody knows your name…)
3. dona torta on cermak in pilsen, not the fake one on ashland.
4. sultans (self explanatory)
5. thursday night television: the office, 30 rock, always sunny.
6. the chicago cubs for reminding me to never raise my expectations.
7. twitter for giving ex-girfriends yet anoter way of keeping tabs on me.
8. sub-prime mortgages and predatory lending for keeping me employed.
9. nike and levis for keeping me dressed.
thats all i got for now. i promised 10 but, recession again, sorry. blame bush.
These are the types of things that come to mind when I hear the words, “Black Friday”: Fire, Explosions, Chariots of fire, Minotaurs, Demons, The Apocalypse, War, Famine, Death, Destruction, Poverty, Armageddon, Judgment Day,The Six Horsemen, Barack Obama aka the new Antichrist, Macy’s, Target, Circuit City (oops, aren’t they out of business now?), Best Buy, Wal-Mart and J.C. Penney. And now, some songs that come to mind below… (in Youtube form because I’m at work.)
Megadeth “Set the world Afire”
Slayer “Angel of Death”
Nine Inch Nails “March of the Pigs”
Metallica “The Four Horsemen”
The Doors “The End”
It’s been a long day, I think I ate more pie/cakes than real food, and I’m undergoing a complete life overhaul, effective tomorrow, Friday, 11/28. Because of this, I feel it’s only right that I end the evening with a bowl of leftover stuffing and some buttery rolls. 2 of them. (I already ate 3 earlier.) Anyway. Alicia beat me to the punch with all of the thanks she’s given, but here are a few of mine, no order, off the top of my head, sorry if I miss something:
-Maria Elena aka my mom, Nephtalie aka King Tut aka my dad, Nicolas aka my brother, my dogs, BLC (not to be confused with TLC) Buffy, Lacey, Chili, Friends (see: JJ, AG, JB, ET, HS, so on), everyone who writes on DBC (there’s a reason why my favorite blog is my own), McDonalds when they put extra caramel in my sundae (like both on the top AND bottom), Justin’s Myspace page, Saul Martinez, $1.95 dry cleaning, Comcast On Demand, the two Russians in my Accounting class for letting me copy some of the homeworks, Cocoa Butter, Henry Rollins, The Chicago Bulls (past and present, mostly past), having a job, iced coffee when it has the perfect soymilk to coffee ratio, Diet Coke in a glass with ice, romantic comedies (rom coms), sweatpants, I don’t know who invented the eyelash curler, but him/her, King Crimson’s “21st Century Schizoid Man”, lentil soup, Northface for keeping my body at a comfortable temperature during this time of the year, and not cats. I’m not giving thanks for any cats this holiday season.
That’s it. Bye.
- Yves Saint Laurent
- Shoes
- OBAMA
- Snacks
- Mom & Dad
- Cousins who do cool favors
- Plaid
- GMail
- T-Baby
- Micaela G. Bernal
- TTT
- Nintendo Wii
- Gucci handbags
- Tofu Pad-Thai
- Cell Phone service
- Morrissey
- MAC Makeup
- Apple Products
- People who didn’t get fat after high school
- Good smelling cologne & perfumes
- Betsey Johnson signature scent
- Eyebrow threading
- Cranberry Vodka
- Visa, Mastercard, American Express
- Google Maps
- Weed
- Mexicans
I’m just now getting to a computer because my best friend is in town for the holidays, but can I just say this though? There’s nothing better than checking my Gmail and finding a whole slew of e-mails from various people linking me to this T-Baby video. I have to put it up, I can’t resist, DBC has been there for her since the beginning. Here you go, BRB, Thanks, and God bless.
…Twice in one week? Really, welcome to my life. I have managed to lock my keys in my car TWICE. The ironic thing, is that I placed the spare on the key chain… with the original. I would have felt better had I left the key in the ignition, but instead, I managed to leave my Marc Jacobs/Supreme key chain on the seat of the car, in plain view. The first time it happened this week, my friend was able to McGyver the keys out with ease, and I repaid him by spilling Coca Cola ALL OVER his car (I am still sorry, and I.O.U !!!). The second time, I was not able to get the keys out, so I called some sketchy sounding people. Dude wanted to charge me half a Gucci…no thanks. I would’ve thrown a brick through my window/left my car abandoned, but I had important work things in there so I was forced to spend my night devoted to getting my keys back. A particular good looking, well dressed man attempted to get the keys out of my car/revive chivalry, but wasn’t able to get them out of the car (and in the process his car battery died, but at least he got his earlier confiscated XBOX 360 games out of the car, right?). Thankfully, because my family is cool, my cousin Diana swooped me up, took me home, AND took me back to my vehicle. To make matters worse, I was unable to get food at the drive-thru because this particular (Cicero & Addison) McDonald’s did not serve anything but breakfast after 1 A.M. What I am saying is, I’m cold, I’m tired, and I’m at work, fuck you.
I am always having the craziest nightmares. They’re usually filled with snakes, Chupacabras, faceless people with guns and other demonic entities that I can’t even begin to describe. Example: I KNOW you remember that J Lo movie, “The Cell”. To this day, I feel like I’m the only person on earth who is terrified of that film. I am also convinced it was made on acid. Anyway, I attribute my creepy dreams to a personal habit of late night snacking and past interests in haunted cemeteries (Bachelors Grove, circa early 2000’s) and haunted institutions (Manteno Mental Hospital, again Circa early 2000’s.) I look back and still can’t believe I used to visit these places, but I digress. What does this have to do with Gareth Pugh, the avant garde London fashion designer? Nothing really, besides the fact that his pieces are what my nightmares are made of. This is the crazy shit I see in my dreams, man. I’ve included some of the looks from his Fall 08′ line below or you can click HERE for the entire collection.
All women get hit on; this is a fact of life, especially if she’s in her “prime” aka between 16 and 24 (This is what Yahoo Answers said, super reliable, so I believe it.). Like most, I brush it off, move on, accept the free drink (coffee, alcohol, or otherwise..wait, there’s no otherwise) and take it as my compliment of the day. THANKS MAN! Just a few days ago, I encountered what possibly could be the best ‘pick up line/compliment/I actually have no clue what it was’. I won’t name names, but the man said, and I quote “If you were a Disney character, you would be Princess Jasmine.” It was cute; how did he know that she was always my fave? Is it because she’s darker than everyone else? Or because we both have thicker eyebrows? Almond-shaped eyes? Whatever it was, I said thanks and went on with my bad, cartoony self. Would I ever date a man who compared me to a fictional cartoon character? Maybe..but that’s a piece of information that should only be exposed later on in the relationship, you know..when we’re in a more serious, next level scenario. Until then, keep those PG-13 turned Rated R comments to yourself. Which brings me to this: Who is Queen Bitch of the Disney Scene? Don’t most guys like Ariel?
