17 posts tagged “qotd”
President-elect Barack Obama is being sworn into office today. Where are you watching the events of this historic day unfold?
Who?
What's your New Year's resolution for 2009? How did you do with 2008's?
"Next time you see Mike Doughty at Maxwell's on New Years by yourself, do not start crying during 'The Only Answer. It will creep out the people around you and it is still not enough to keep the drunk people behind you from slamming into your back at every single opportunity."
What was the bravest thing you did in 2008?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm. (me and FC)
- Quit the job that made me hate everything and everyone
- Took a job in an industry I was completely unfamiliar with and unqualified for (with a boss that yells, oh the yelling)
- Moved across a river to a new apartment, new town, new commute
- Made it through an unexpected layover in Detroit without being stabbed in the face
- Went to the prom and didn't throw up
- Got an implant
- Fell in love
- Fell out of love
- (Mustered the self esteem to know the difference between 'love' and 'convenience')
- Addressed my anxiety
- Addressed my ADD (with drugs)
- Joined a gym
- (almost more importantly) Learned not to hate myself when I didn't go
- Turned 22 for the second time
- Drank
- Bought grownup clothes
- Grew out my hair
- Dealt with mouse corpses all on my own
Dear 2008:
Thanks for all the awesome. Tell 2009 it better keep up the streak, or else.
"It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air." ~W.T. Ellis
How are you celebrating Christmas this year?
Documenting. Flickr knows what's up.
What do you do EVERY day to take care of the earth's environment? What could you do more of?
Recycling is a scam. I don't recycle, I throw my cig butts out the window on the highway, and I pee in the ocean.
Please begin imploding at your convenience.
What aspect of your personality could use a little work?
Are we really going to do this? Are you really going to make me write two "why I'm neurotic" posts in two days?
Yes, you are. Ok
I'm mind blowingly bad at making conversation with people I don't already know in most situations unless they're mind blowingly good at MAKING conversation. If someone is not busy talking at me and I'm incapable of filling the void, they are destined to silence and an awkward moment. FOR EXAMPLE
This morning I am getting out of the subway in front of Bryant Park. I stop and look down 5th Avenue for a minute to get my bearings and stare DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN (which, due to the changing seasons and earth rotation and other assorted bullshit has been spending mornings making me all squinty and miserable). I stumble for a second and try to fix my scarf and grab a glove and keep walking
right into John Mayer.
Now you may be thinking that the sun staring had gotten my eyes all wonky, but no, I read PerezHilton regularly through 'Fugs and Jugs' (Jessica Simpson), and this, quite definitely, was John Mayer. I stopped for a second because things were falling out of my pockets and hey, John Mayer is actually a pretty funny guy and I am told very good with a guitar even if his music that I hear on the radio pretty much blows. He apologized and kind of gave me that "fuck this bitch can't get her shit together" kind of look which was 100% appropriate. John Mayer always reminded me of the popular, good looking guy in high school that you knew from middle school was a really fun and interesting but was good looking enough that he never needed to date anyone with braincells. Anyway!
So what do you say if you're me? You blink for a second, look at him, and say
"Alright" and keep walking.
I still don't know what the most appropriate response would've been, but seriously, I'm an idiot.
Here's one for the ladies: What's in your handbag right now?
Submitted by Kadeeae.
I don't know which is more full of fail: this question or my bag.
How are you spending Christmas Day?
Welcome to Killadelphia, population: me. Well, and my parents. It's just us chickens so our holidays tend to be pretty low key. Christmas is a two day celebration beginning on the Eve where we
- Eat a stupid amount of whatever food we've been able to order in (this year I-talian)
- Each person gets to open one "shit gift" (ie, whatever we've gotten for one another which is mostly not fun: cell phone holder, electric toothbrush, etc)
- The Monopoly marathon begins
We never really played games when I was growing up (see the: there were only three of us) but I've started insisting on it as I've gotten older. Thus, we play Monopoly until our fingers bleed and we're jeering at one another and out of huckleberry cordials and someone has a stomach ache (it's probably me!). Even though there has been serious DRAMA that has been causing me some STRESSTRESSSTRESS, I am trying to not let my bitterness get the best of me. Candy helps this a lot.
Christmas Day, again, now that I've gotten older and don't have a present-centric toothache, is also low key. Many years it involves me actually showering and putting on makeup to look presentable in photos (not this year, suckas!). There will then be waffles, then there will be presents. I'm pretty thankful we're not in a family that has any ridiculous traditions. I was reading a Fark thread where some dude was upset his girlfriend's family wouldn't let him in on the Christmas Day tradition of lining up in height order, marching around the house singing Jingle Bells, and then opening presents in age order. No Gay Elf March here, folks. GEM Free in 2003.
The gifting. This year was good as always. I guarantee that we are the only three people on the planet that actually know how to give gifts--ie, even the shit gifts do not suck. There was not one thing given that anyone was really disappointed in (although I did receive some clothes that were of...questionable style. This is what happens when you refuse to shop at anywhere but Target and your mother feels the need to intervene. We'll be returning these bad boys tomorrow). There was, however, a slight kerfluffle when, while I was both delighted and surprised to receive a Kitchenaid Artisan Mixer with all the attachments I would need to make sausage (I saw the 'Good Eats' about making your own sausage and I've been pretty much talking about making my own sausage like it's my job) which was FANTASTIC, however, my dad opted to get me white. WHITE. These damn things are expensive and they come in 8,000 other awesome colors that I would've preferred (he forgets that HE prefers white everything, not me) and so was naturally a little disapointed. It was eventually agreed that the white one would be exchanged for the Cranberry (or alternatively Persimmons) so that every time I used the damn thing I wouldn't be obligated to go, "And they got in for me in white. White! Why would someone ever buy me something WHITE?" So now y'all don't have to hear that. Be thankful. Be thankful I am an only child and get what I want. Nyah. Nyah.
To be fair, I am actually the number four most favourite child. The order is this: Paul (Paul is the favourite because he is awesome, even though I AM BLOOD), Phoebe, Belle, me. For the record, Phoebe and Belle are the dogs. For Christmas, they received little meatloaves that were microwaved and giftwrapped. Actually wrapped. I am not joking. There was no elaborate wrapping, but they wanted them to have the 'opening presents' experience. So. I am definetely last on the list. I probably would've also like a gift wrapped meatloaf if I were offered one.
Then, dinner at the same place we eat out for every single holiday evar, and more Monopoly. DOMINATION!
Plus, I was reviewing last year's Christmas photos and I am thankful for having dyed my hair back to blackbrownwhateverthehellitis. I also received texts from one million people and thank you all for your nice wishes. Remember: the reason for the season in pleasin'. I hope y'all got your pleasin' on this year. I'm off to go watch the Office and make myself sick on more candy.
What was your major or field of study in college? [boring stuff omitted]
Submitted by sneuf.
Economics and Islamic Studies.
Basically, I have degrees in baloney.
