[09 Jul 2007|10:22pm] Cupcakes, hi! Since we last spoke I graduated from college and got myself a career. For whatever reason, TJX decided to take a chance and offer me a position in their buyer training program.  I think they're now beginning to realize that they made a mistake. For the most part, I have no idea what I'm doing. I've been with the company for five weeks and I should probably have a thorough understanding of my duties but really, I just sit there and get all flustered and scatterbrained until it's time to pee which coincidentally happens every ten minutes. I want nothing more than to excel at my job because once that happens, the promotions kick in and (eventually) so does my title as a Buyer.  Plus, I need health insurance and unemployment doesn't really facilitate that. Accidental Death and Dismemeberment insurance, as well. Mom's convinced my limbs are on their way out. We're going camping this weekend with Amanda and the Brunswick boys. I will be on my period and the bears will eat me alive. I will die with frizzy hair as there will be no place to plug in my straightener. Flight of the Conchords please&thanks.  Bret forever&always. I sold my Nikon. It seemed like a really great idea until it came to pack it up and ship it off. I t was too big to tote around and I didn't really know how to use it anyways. I'm simplifying with a point and shoot good for documenting those parties I can never seem to remember anymore. Recommendations, maybe? Fiery Furnaces last week. The remix of the century. I should be a Friedberger. ( mas ) 004>>>

[23 Mar 2007|06:53pm] In the process of longing for Parisian lawns and the like. 002>>>

[27 Feb 2007|03:17pm] A lesson from Viktor&Rolf on how to make history. 008>>>

spice cabinet. [08 Feb 2007|12:02am] I realize Marc Jacobs is no bigger than my thumb, but the man got hot. Nicolas Ghesquière still has him beat, though. 001>>>

[21 Jan 2007|11:48pm] Disaster always. I came home to what I thought was going to be another bill for my car insurance but turned out to be a suspension letter stating that as of January 5th, my insurance has been revoked due to a failure to meet the inspection deadline. Oh the lies they tell.  Naturally with a deadline on the 5th, I had it inspected on the 4th and while I would love to prove this, I can not as the supporting documentation was most likely used to wipe up another mess if not someone else's ass who had previous favors owed. The beauty of it all is that I have been driving for approximately two weeks without insurance, which by Massachusetts law is not compliant with Massachusetts law. This would all be realized on a Sunday--the one day in which those at MetLife are granted the day off for reasons that are either faith or football related and being the agnostic little priss that I am, I can't possibly relate. And all the while, there's fucking Snoopy.  Dancing. In a strip of blue. With that said, I am yet again stuck at home. Emphasis on "again." I came home Wednesday night to get four impacted wisdom teeth removed. I love January. The teeth are now gone and for a few hours then, so was I. The surgeon wouldn't put me to sleep but they compensated with some mind altering narcotics which made the whole process seem like it took fifteen minutes instead of the actual two hours. I didn't really wake up until three days later when my mom showed up at my bed with a green sippy cup and a handful of pills. Surgery is great because it's the only time my parents cater to my every need on command. They made me smoothies, timed my meds, changed my ice packs, brought me fresh towels to drool / viciously bleed on etc. Love. Whatever rumors you heard about percosets were just that. Rumors. The pain is there to stay.  It's Sunday and I am still very much discontent with the extractions.  This of course might have something to do with the box of triscuits and almost pound of brie that I devoured last night post ill-timed night of partying. It was entirely against the doctors orders, every flowing ounce of it,  but I couldn't bear to miss out on my last New Years "Even though It's Almost Feburary" Mixer. Even before returning to South Shore territory, I could barely speak coherent sentences but the swelling was down and so was my attitutude to get (...down!?). I should go to bed but I'd much rather play with my stitches which are unavoidable and always in the way. Also keeping me awake is my bad breath which I have been battling with since 5pm if not my birth. My toothbrush is at school and I figured if I kept eating applesauce and like substances, I could mask the stench. Additionally, I keep breathing into my hand and sniffing it because I am amazed at how horrible something can smell. 003>>>

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