I swear I will do so more often.
Quick update on me:
Still working.
Still living in West Philly.
Still...converting Oxygen to CO2?
I went to the Philadelphia Flower Show last night with Jay and Mike...the theme was New Orleans, and the entire convention center was awash in every color you could possibly imagine and those that you can't, and the displays featured jazz instruments and Mardi Gras regalia. It was gorgeous. And it sold wine. Which...it's not a flower show unless you're drinking. Orchids aren't quite as enchanting unless you've got "fuzzy wine brain."
Movies I adore right now: Juno, L.A. Story, Once
Books I just finished and/or am currently reading: Middlesex (Eugenides), Born Standing Up (Steve Martin), The Brooklyn Follies (Auster).
Things that make me happy: reading a lot, planning the road trip to Atlanta, the upcoming Phillies season, and my jackass friends.
Things that currently piss me off: Fickle Smarch weather(yes Smarch, yay Simpsons), the plethora of bridal showers I'm currently required to plan/attend, Annabel moving to Atlanta and breaking my heart, loud ass work guy stealing my chair this morning. Seriously dude...I will cut you.
| Date: | 2007-10-30 16:01 |
| Subject: | Blerg |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  bad. bad mood. |
I haven't posted in ages, mainly because I've been too busy railing against the Eagles' offense. I'm in a horrible evil mood, so here's a list of things I'm currently enjoying to remind myself to ignore these homidical urges.
1. Heroes season 1. If Adrian Pasdar took his shirt off in every episode, life would be perfect.
2. Kettle Chips, Salt and Vinegar variety. Because they hurt so good.
3. Pumpkin Spice Ale. Mmmm, tastes like fall.
4. My friends. As always.
5. Dinners with Annabel. I have to take advantage of her while she still lives in Philly.
6. 30 Rock. Funniest show ever.
"No, No. I was at a costume party earlier this evening, and the hostess's dog attacked me, so..... I had to stab it."
Liz: Kenneth, you are now in charge of doing all the non-sexual things that Angie used to do for Tracy.
Tracy: So he's like … my office wife?
Liz: Sure, let's go with that.
Tracy: (gets down on one knee) Kenneth Parcell, will you take this ring…and sell it in the Jewish part of Midtown, then go get us a Nintendo Wii?
Kenneth: Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! [Runs off giggling.]
"We both want to have a baby while it's still cool. I already have all the names picked out. If it's a girl, Bookcase or Sandstorm. Or Hat, but that's more of a boy's name."
Jack: Where do you invest your money, Liz?
Liz: I have, like, twelve grand in checking.
Jack: Are you...an immigrant?
7. My haircut...it's so much more flippy and cute.
8. Watching "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" over the phone with my brother. When he laughs I just laugh harder.
Mmmmmm, Phillies. My GOD can Cole Hamels and Chase Utley fill out a suit. They should have grabbed Greg Dobbs instead of Brett Myers, but I can't complain when Hamels is standing there all...wide legged.
Poor J. Rol looks so teeny though. Heh.
Ah, hilarity at work. We were discussing projects in school where you had to take care of a fake baby, whether it be the hollowed out egg shells from my eigth grade religion class, or Marianna's "Baby Think It Over" in high school. Jodie's story wins hands down. Her boyfriend Dave's high school class made everyone take care of a bag of dog food that represented their squealing bundle of joy. Unfortunately for Dave, he took his diapered bag of dog food to the Pine Barrens to go camping with his friends. Proving himself "Best Parent Ever," he left the baby in the car, which was subsequently broken into...camera, cd's, radio, all remained untouched by the perpetrator. Except. The bag of dog food. Which led to the best sentence ever emitted at work..."A Piney stole my dog food baby."
I can not stop laughing.
Just because girls are pretty.
1. Kate Winslet: the great face, great boobs, fantastic actor, warped sense of humor, and dirty mouth all score huge points with me.
2. Jenna Fischer: she's just so cute and sweet and down-to-earth. I'd want to spend the day making cupcakes. And then steal her phone so I can get John Krasinski to marry me.
3. Rachel McAdams: amazing actor...plus then I could have a threesome with her and Ryan Gosling.
4. Eliza Dushku: for pure sex appeal. Plus...Faith!
We were talking about restaurants where you'd like to have your last meal at work today, and it was HARD as HELL to pick just one. Jodie ended up choosing Italy...the country. Heh.
Mine were:
1. Blue Sage (Southampton): Oh man...blue corn and asparagus tacos, and vegetarian goodness that no other restaurant can rival.
2. Tony Luke's: I'd buy a sack full of cheese steaks with provolone and fried onions, pick up a case of Sea Dog Blueberry Wheat ale, and have multiple orgasms till I croak.
3. Chabba Thai Bistro: a tremendous BYO near my old apartment in Manayunk. Fried calamari with chilli/plum dipping sauce, masamaun chicken curry, lump crab jasmine rice with pineapple, mango sticky rice, and a bottle of Cakebread Chardonnay and a great Viognier from my favorite local vineyard.
4. Jamaican Jerk Hut (South St.): The jerk chicken is spicy enough to kill a man, there's kick ass cornbread, and the best barbecue chicken wings I have ever tasted. I want to be basted in that sauce and fed to future customers without their knowledge. Soylent green is people, bitches.
5. Chickies and Pete's: wooden bowls of mussels in red sauce and the best crab fries in the world. I want to die at the one located inside Lincoln Financial Field while watching Brian Dawkins stomp on Eli Manning's nuts.
6. Zento (Old City): My favorite sucsi place, I'd go just for the square zento roll-a large rectangle of rice filled with eel and plum paste, topped with a slice of avocado and either raw tuna or salmon, and drizzled with a spicy aioli. Best. Roll. Ever.
7. Dojo (the Village): They have this carrot ginger salad dressing that's good enough to drink, and I'd get their barbecued chicken breast with the brown rice and veggies, and I'd drink 87 pitchers of their homemade red Sangria.
Aaaaaannnnd...now I'm starving.
| Date: | 2007-07-23 12:03 |
| Subject: | Donde estas?? |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | Homicidal |
If the creepy mailroom guy doesn't deliver my copy of Harry Potter book in the next hour, I will stab him with a letter opener and mug a small child on my way home from work.
Seriously. I'm like a crackwhore without a fix.
| Date: | 2007-07-20 15:52 |
| Subject: | Mmm, free goo. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  hungry |
I made an incredible batch of tuna steaks the other day and I thought I'd share the recipe. Now that Patti is in NYC I've been making a LOT of fish. When she's home I try not to nauseate her :p
Grilled Tuna with Green Goddess Aioli (don't ask, I didn't name it)
1. Cover both sides of two one inch thick tuna steaks with garlic powder, coriander, chili powder, salt, and pepper.
2. Grill until medium rare, or desired consistency, about 2 1/2 minutes on either side. If you don't like it even slightly rare, cook for about 4-5 minutes per side.
3. Blend 1/4 cup of sour cream (light if preferred), 4 tbs mayo, 2 chopped garlic cloves, 2 tbs chopped fresh cilantro, 1 tb chopped fresh parsley, 1 tb chopped fresh basil, 6 tbs chopped avocado (about 1 avocado), 1 tb fresh lemon juice, and salt and pepper in a blender or food processor. Voila, aioli!
4. As an entree, top the tuna steak with aioli and serve with roasted baby potatoes. I used the leftovers to make a salad-chop the tuna, mix with aioli, serve in a pita on top of mixed greens with some chopped fresh red onion. I added capers as well, because I want to have sex with them.
1. Deadwood dvds. I now explain distances in terms of cunt hair, i.e. "It's three cunt hairs to the left." And my new favorite method of interogation is standing on someone's neck.
2. Sea Dog Blueberry Wheat beer. I've loved this for 2 years now, but I joyfully discovered that the beer distributor in Manayunk carries cases of this bottled sex. Tremendous.
3. Re-reading books five and six of Harry Potter in anticiptation of tomorrow's release. I'm just so damned excited for book seven, and yet I'm already in mourning. I started the series in 2000, a month after my parents announced their separation, after being threatened by my old friend Devon. She begged and begged for me to read it, and when I finally succumbed I was immediately hooked. I was in such a bad place, and reading the exploits of that little wizard and his friends proffered some of the only moments of pure divorce-free joy that year. I owe a lot to my darling Harry....that bitch Rowling better not kill him. Oh, and I think Harry is one of the remaining Horcruxes...just offering a bit of speculation before I actually read the book.
4. Reading today that Bush is having a colonoscopy. Ha! Enjoy eating nothing but chicken broth and drinking that gallon of barrium enema baby, I'll be recounting that torture and thinking of you alllll day.
5. Cormac McCarthy's The Road. It's a punch to the gut, but written so beautifully.
I received a gratis book at work today from some publisher about Veterinary Forensics, which I don't understand because our journal is about, you know, HUMANS. So I page through it, and there's a whole chapter about sexual assault of animals. Which is awful and crazy and my god what is wrong with people sick, but as I'm reading I learn that 21 of the victims were dogs and 5 were cats. So I ask my coworker Jodie "How do you rape a CAT?!" to which she replies "Reaaally carefully?"
We then proceeded to laugh for about 5 minutes.
How often do you get to ask that question? It's times like these that make my job worthwhile.
No means no!
| Date: | 2006-08-10 13:51 |
| Subject: | I was bored!! |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | bored |
1) How old do you wish you were?
I'll stay here at 26, thank you. I loved my earlier 20's, but I don't want to repeat that shit.
2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?
In bed, my senior year of college. My friend Devon called me from her room after the second plane hit, so I woke up my suitemate and two friends across the hall. We didn't turn off the TV until 3:00am.
3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Rob the nearest elderly woman for her loose change.
4) Do you consider yourself kind?
Only to strangers. I like to think I treat my friends and family like monkey excrement.
5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
I'd say my ass, but I wouldn't want to bare it to Professor Ouch at Tattoo Eddie's.
6) If you could be fluent in any other language?
Spanish, because it's so far-reaching.
7) Do you know your neighbors?
Ahh, Frank and Sis, the married old couple below my apartment. Here's what I know:
Sis: Big hair, drawn in eyebrows, burgeoning alcoholic. Loves her purple housecoat, her dead husband, and Amstel Light. Hates Frank and the parking in Manayunk.
Frank: Has no toes on his left foot. Loves Le Bus and the History Channel. Hates Sis, and, well, probably his diabetes.
8) What do you consider a vacation?
Any time off from work, I don't care if I'm home doing crosswords or at the beach drinking margaritas.
9) Do you follow your horoscope?
Noooooo. So very stupid. Although The Onion's are funny.
10) Would you move for the person you loved?
Maybe...I have a lot of reasons to stay here.
11) Are you touchy feely?
I'm harassy-gropey.
12) Do you believe that opposites attract?
Only in Paula Abdul videos.
13) Dream job?
Hugh Jackman's underwear designer.
14) Favorite channel(s)?
Bravo, HBO, The Food Network, The Discovery Channel.
15) Favorite place to go on weekends?
Anywhere my friends and my mom are.
16) Showers or baths?
I am a new convert to the voluptuousness that is a bath. Put on some Emmy Lou Harris, give me a good book and a glass of wine, and you'll have to drag my sopping ass out of there by force.
17) Do you paint your nails?
Yawn...yes.
18) Do you trust people easily?
I always have...I really shouldn't though, especially with such manipulative friends like Patti and Jay. Machiavellian bastards.
19) What are your phobias?
Spiders, lunchmeat (seriously), and republicans in power.
20) Do you want kids?
One day...little Abby and Nate.
21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?
Yup. I'm extraordinarily crappy at updating it though. It's the best journal, I bought it online from a woman who takes the covers of her unwanted random hardcover books and binds them to make a journal. I chose the autobiography of some nutty Christian singer Chrissy Lane whose husband went to jail. She has a big poofy 80's mom-fro and a floppy hat. It's hideous. I love it.
22) Where would you rather be right now?
Swimming unprotected with great whites while bleeding profusely from the head. I haaaaate my job.
23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?
Rizzo. He's the love of my life.
24)Are you a heavy sleeper or a light sleeper?
Light. The ghost in my room keeps me awake.
25) Are you paranoid?
I sleep with full body armor and a shotgun...so no.
26) Are you impatient?
Not usually...unless I'm driving. Then my inner psycho is unleashed.
27) Who can you relate to?
My mom, my friends, etc etc.
28) How do you feel about interracial couples?
I think they make pretty babies.
29) Have you been burned by love?
:sobs: Yes. With a cigarette.
30) What's your life motto?
Try to fall down less.
31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile.
Modest Mouse's Oceans Breathe Salty.
32) What were you doing at midnight last night?
Finishing a really well written chick-lit book (my first! I'm late to the chick-lit craze), Why Moms Are Weird by Pamela Ribon.
33) Who was your last text message from?
Kim Berghardt, who's in town from LA. She was threatening to steal our friend's slutty mannequin head Charlene. She gets a lot of play for an inanimate object with no torso.
34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
Mine. As always. Sigh.
35) What color shirt are you wearing?
Brown tank top with a light blue border.
37) Name three things you have on you at all times?
Cell phone, a book, and chapstick.
38.) What color are your bed sheets?
BLUE! Like the color of my SKIN! (old drama club joke)
39) How much cash do you have on you right now?
Heh. $6.
40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?
The beak. They're great kissers.
41) What's your favorite town/city/place
Philly, for sentimental reasons, but I can't wait to travel outside the country.
42) I can't wait till:
My brother starts Chestnut Hill...I love that I'll have a reason to visit.
43) Who got you to join myspace?
Jay, but only so I could view the profiles of boys he thought were hot. My account has since been abandoned.
44) What did you have for dinner last night?
Grilled herbed chicken breast with garlic spinach. It's my go-to "I would rather befriend Ann Coulter than cook something adventurous" meal.
45) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite/same sex?
Roofies!
46) What is your favorite candy?
Eye candy. Mmmm, cute boys. And Sour Patch Kids.
Saturday night I went to Jay's cousin Paul's parents' house for Mr. Esposito's birthday-it is this gorgeous, stately, ENORMOUS home right on the Delaware River with the most beautiful deck and hugetastic kitchen known to man. It was a wonderful time...I drank wine, ate fruit salad and strawberry shortcake, drooled over the view, and hung out with my favorite aunts and uncles and the always luminous Boot. And yet there was something...sinister, a strange sort of evil presence casting a cloud over the party.
And its name was Morty the Mosquito and His Thirsty Gang of Bloodpirates.
Here's how the night went:
Aunt Alicia: I can't wait for the ALS Beef and Beer!
Me: I know, it's going to be so much-GAH! :SLAP:
Anthony: Hey Hufflecunt, would you like more wine?
Me: Thanks Ant, but-OW! Christ on a pogostick!-do you really have to ask? :SLAPPITY: EEEEE!!!
Jay: God, you're such a mosquito whore-would you like me to set your feet on fire?
Me: Arrrghhhh! :STOMP SLAP SPANK: That would be lovely. Yeeeeeeoooow!!!!!!
Despite Jay's best efforts, I have 23 mosquito bites on my left foot and ankle, and 16 on the right. The only sound emitting from my cube is the furious scratching at my feet. THEY BIT BETWEEN MY TOES PEOPLE.
Hey guys!
I had a freakin blast at Patti's party on Saturday (I'm still recovering from all that dirt dessert). Here's the recipe for the pasta salad I made for anyone who requested it-I had forgotten to add the cucumber that day, and I used the green bell peppers I already had on hand. I recommend using orange and yellow peppers, they make the salad prettier. :)
You'll need:
1 large bowl
1 lb (box) of cooked farfalle pasta (bowties)
1 red bell pepper
1 yellow or orange bell pepper (choose according to color preference)
2 cucumbers
1/2 of a large red onion
8 Compari tomatoes
3 celery stalks (choose celery with a lot of leaves)
Dressing:
1 bottle of McCormick Salad Supreme (looks like any spice container, found in the salad dressing or baking needs aisles)
3/4 cup of Hellman's mayonaisse
4 tbs whole milk
4 tbs red wine vinegar
4 cloves finely minced garlic
3 tbs parmesan cheese
Ground pepper
Salt
1. Toss the cooked pasta into the bowl.
2. Cut the bell peppers into thin strips, then in half, add to pasta.
3. Peel the cucumbers, cut them in half lengthwise, then scoop the seeds out with a spoon. Dice and add to salad.
4. Dice red onion into small pieces, add to bowl.
5. Squeeze out the juice and seeds of the tomatoes, dice and add. If you can't find Compari tomatoes (they are sold in plastic containers and are slightly larger than cherry tomatoes), use the ones from the vine.
6. Dice the celery into large chunks. Chop the leaves as you would parsley, and add to the salad.
7.Toss the pasta and veggies, then cover the surface with salt, freshly ground pepper, parmesan, and about a third to a half of the McCormick Salad Supreme. Toss again (because tossing is fun!)
8. Whisk the milk, garlic, vinegar, parmesan, mayo, the rest of the bottle of Salad Supreme, and salt and pepper to taste with a fork. If it's too thick, add more vinegar.
9. Pour the dressing onto the salad and toss-if you're making the salad a day in advance, save half of the dressing for right before serving, the pasta really soaks it up.
10. Eat eat eat.
The key to the salad is the McCormick Salad Supreme...be sure to to use the entire bottle!
Hello lover.
Not my Main Street!
The flooding yesterday was so extensive and really very awe-inspiring. About a block from my apartment the entire street was completely submerged...the Brew Pub, Grape St., alllllll under water. The Schuylkill looked like it was inches away, and it was churning so fast it's a wonder more damage didn't occur in Manayunk. We seem to forget how risky it is to build major towns and cities along a riverfront until a major flooding occurs.
We were just here a few days ago for happy hour...wahhhh.
Julie's advice of the day: Don't wear flip-flops paired with a skirt on a rainy day when you know you'll be walking on the slippery marble-like surface of the sidewalk outside your parking garage.
Needless to say I didn't take my own advice and took an incredibly humiliating and public fall on Walnut Street this morning. My ass and my ego are busted, and about 6 different strangers saw my panties.
Sometimes all a girl wants to do is wake up, get a shower, get dressed, and have an uneventfull day at work. Sometimes a giant-assed monkey wrench gets thrown into the mix. Sometimes that giant-assed monkey wrench is in the shape of a giant-assed bird. That's right. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower yesterday morning, expecting the sweet smell of Febreeze Mist n' Meadows Air Freshener to gently greet me. But on this morning I was instead greeted by the frantic flapping of a very pissed off birdie. I ran screaming from the bathroom, the crow in hot pursuit and begging for a taste of my eyeballs. After locking myself in my bedroom, I found myself contemplating how I would remove the intruder from the apartment, all the while listening to the destruction occuring in my living room. Many challenges faced me while hatching a plan:
1. I have high ceilings.
2. I don't own a crab net.
3. Or a tranquilizer gun.
4. God DAMN that bird is pissed off.
5. I like my eyes. I want to keep them.
I summoned up as much courage as I could, and ran into the living room, swinging a towel over my head. After about 30 minutes of bird wrangling, I coaxed it back into the bathroom and closed the door. Then it hit me. I didn't open the bathroom window before forcing the bird in there, and now I have to meet the beast face to face in order to get it back outside.
I opened the door just a crack to make sure the bird wasn't using up all of my face cream-as soon as it saw my reflection in the mirror, chaos would ensue. Flapping. Squawking. Flying into the mirror head first. I decided that if I ever wished to shower again, I would have to confront my fear of being pecked to death and open the window. I opened the bathroom door, locked it behind me, and the bird went fucking nuts. I dropped to the floor and wrapped my roommate's bath towel around my head, and began to crawl on the floor to the window. I couldn't see the bird, but he could sure as hell see me-he flew INTO MY TOWEL-COVERED HEAD. I finally reached the window, opened the blind and the screen, and the bird took off into the sky, no doubt on its way to the local birdie bar where he would brag about terrorizing the screaming girl from Manayunk.
And the scariest part of it all? There was not a single open window or door in the apartment. There are no vents. And I couldn't find a large enough hole in our pantry. The bird materialized from NOWHERE.
I watched Werner Herzog's documentary Grizzly Man last night when I returned home from an evening of Whole Foods pound cake and Sex Jenga at Patti's. For anyone who hasn't seen it, the subject of the film, Timothy Treadwell, was a grizzly bear activist who spent his summers for over a decade living with bears in the Alaskan wilderness. He and his girlfriend were mauled to death two and a half years ago, and their death was recorded on audio tape. It was incredibly insightful and observant-Herzog's narration was frank and honest, and he allowed Treadwell's footage to shine in the film. Treadwell himself was one of the most annoying documentary subjects I've ever had to sit through...he really believed that these wild animals were his "friends." He spoke to them in baby talk, he was painfully self-aggrandizing, and he even named the animals. Mr. Chocolate? Emasculating a bear with a name like that is definitely one way to provoke it into biting your head off, Tim.
I've heard people who've watched the movie state that he "got what he deserved," which I think is a pretty inhuman way to react to two people's painful deaths. But I have to say, the guy was a fucking idiot. Bears are ANIMALS. WILD animals. Who weigh hundreds of pounds. And have claws. And the teeth, my god, the pointy teeth! You don't poke them. You don't call them Mr. Chocolate in a cutesy voice usually reserved for toddlers. And you certainly don't go camping in the middle of the their habitat without even considering that the bears don't quite view you as their poker buddy, but rather that weird animal that's always in their goddamned way who, hmmm, might be more than a little tasty.
My dress for Taunya's wedding finally came in this week. I like it...it's not my ideal dress, but it's flattering. I like the rouching to the side and the little brooch. And the NOT BEING PINK.
There were two news stories today that had me peeing in my cubicle:
1. Scientists have discovered a new planet similar to Earth's structure. With what intriguing, possibly mythology-influenced name did they grace this planet? OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb. Wow. Pretty.
2. Aaaaaand our simian president has found a way to ease the American public's concerns that he might have infringed on our rights through the domestic spying scandal. He's renamed it. To the “terrorist surveillance program.” Ah Bush. Such a fucking cowboy. :vomit:
I had a relatively low-key weekend. Saturday was Janene's aunt's funeral, which I attended with my Jenny. It was incredibly sad, since she was only 49 years old, but a bit of a relief for her family since she had been dying from a type of brain cancer for over 18 months. My mother was a bit overwhelmed at my declarations of love that day. :) Her cousins were so stoic throughout the service, standing next to their dead mother's body while maintaining an aura of serenity and keeping smiles plastered on their faces. I don't know how they did it. If it were my mother, I can only imagine that my grief would surpass any desire to keep with the bravery and decorum expected of the deceased's family. I'd be an asshole. They'd probably have to ban me from the funeral, unless I was so doped up that I forgot my name. And gender. Her kids were just so brave, my heart broke for them.
Saturday night was dedicated to keeping Janene in high spirits, so I bought her her favorite chicken salad from the deli down the street, popped open a bottle of her favorite wine, and with her watched One Crazy Summer and The Wedding Crashers. Being part Anti-Christ, Nene had the brilliant idea of watching the second movie while wearing our loathed bridesmaid dresses from Fornino's wedding. Since I can't deny the requests of someone who's grieving, I clenched my jaw, sucked in my gut, and squeezed my ass into the aforementioned pink atrocity. It was not pleasant reliving that nightmare.
I looked like this:
Shit fool, it's been a bagillion years since I've bothered to post.
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
(1) Cashier at the illustrious Eckerd (2) Hostess at a snobby restaurant in Newtown (3) File person thingie at car dealership (4) Managing editor (translation: one who looks at coochie and stab wounds all day)
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
(1) Anne of Green Gables (shut. up.)(2)The Emperor's New Groove (3) Groundhog Day (4) The Big Lebowski
FOUR BOOKS YOU COULD READ AGAIN & AGAIN
(1) The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal (2) Case Histories (3) Truth and Beauty (4) Me Talk Pretty One Day
FOUR CITIES/PLACES YOU'VE LIVED IN
1)Croydon, Bucks County PA 2)Penndel, Bucks County PA 3)Yardley...Bucks County PA (Lordy) 4)Manayunk, PA. NOT Bucks County, but not far from it. Damned rich people.
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
(1)The Daily Show with Jon Stewart (2)Arrested Development (3)Project Runway (4)Alias
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION
(1)San Francisco, CA (2)The Jersey Shore (Sea Isle is my beyotch) (3)Washington D.C. (4)San Diego, CA
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
(1)Televisionwithoutpity.com (2)MSNBC.com 3)Overheardinnewyork.com (4)Gofugyourself.com
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS TO EAT
(1)Mandarin orange chicken salad from Fountain of Juice (2)Spicy tuna rolls (3)Anything Thai (particularly masumaun chicken) (4)My mother's Chicken Selene
FOUR PLACES YOU'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
(1)In my apartment, wrapping presents (2)London (3)Greece (4)Ireland
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