I am so full of shit.
Julia - 12:32 PM
Thursday, May 15, 2003
The answer to question number two, involving the caloric content of a Corona, is within.
Now I need to know how many ml are in a beer. That should be easy. But how much do I care, that's the question.
Julia - 12:44 PM
Today's overheard conversations in the office included:
How far is too far to walk for lunch? (Most people won't walk more than a few blocks.)
How many calories are in a Corona? (Thousands.)
How is the new food court that opened up? (Great, if you go to Mendie's (sp?) according to RR, the Philly cheese steak is good.)
Jesus. And people wonder why I keep my headphones on all day, even if I'm not listening to anything.
Julia - 12:39 PM
I read Gawker pretty much every day. Sometimes a few times a day. Whenever I tell my friends something funny it's usually thanks to this site. I let their fingers do the walking for stupid shit to crack me up and waste time not working. So, since only my friends read this, I guess I won't have anything funny left to say, because they'll just roll their eyes and say, "I read that already, dum dum."
But it's really hard coming up with shit on my own, I whine.
Julia - 12:20 PM
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
We are in no way connected to this Bunny Hill show.
Julia - 2:27 PM
First I ran down to Best Buy to exchange some VHS tapes for some Mini DV's. I was on line for at least 10 glacial years. I made sure I got there before the lunch rush, but they have this return system where you have to write out a small biographical novel in order to make your transaction. Inefficiency is the great American way.
I was so frustrated that I thought my eyeballs would pop and my lungs would burst from my snotty exhaustive sighs, but finally I made it and went outside. But then I looked down at the sidewalk and why is it that every time I do that, there's a huge clammy wad of spit there? Why can't people keep it to themselves?
Then I went to my favorite little hole in the wall Chinese place and they didn't have what I wanted, and I ended up going to this little Japanese place and got a salad, but didn't notice it was all frickin brown, the expiration date was, um, today! I didn't see that until I sat down at my desk.
You know, when I started this blog I thought I wouldn't have anything to say. But it's painfully obvious now that I will never run out of things to say.
Julia - 1:41 PM
I've been eating way too much this week. When it's your birthday people want you to eat. This is what I ate:
Monday night I had cheeses, Brin d'Amour (raw sheep's milk herbed rind) and Cantelet (raw cow's, natural rind) and rosemary bread. Then, grilled tuna, rare, a salad with fennel, radishes and oranges, and roasted baby potatoes. Dessert was a fruit tart.
Tuesday afternoon I had spinach soup and meat pierogies, which I must admit, I treated myself to...and then I got a huge rice krispie treat from Taylor's (which I just finished).
Tuesday night Steve took me to Locando Vini e Olli, which is in Clinton Hill. It was great: octopus soppressata (?? you say? it was thinly sliced, drizzled with olive oil, red peppercorns and pistachios, very good) and tuna salami (which we think should be re-named "tuna liverwurst", not very exciting) and sardines with carrots and pignoli nuts (2nd place of the appetizers). Then, pumpkin pasta with sage pesto. Then lamb baked in bread, which was good, but I can't help but to think of Au Bon Pain when someone scoops out a loaf of bread and uses it as a bowl, even if the stuffing is wonderfully braised lamb chunks. Then, flourless chocolate cake and coffee creme caramel. All delightful. (After we got the dessert it took a half an hour to get recognized! We waited for the check forever, and no one ever asked us how our meal was. That's what happens when you work in the restaurant industry for years. You would have always done everything better.)
Needless to say, I weigh 2 pounds more today!!! That sucks, because before, I was losing pounds. And I'm going out to dinner on thursday night too! Tonight I am walking from the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge all the way home!
Julia - 10:47 AM
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Miss Beebles wanted me to note that she does not like to be referred to as "Ms." but as Miss. And I have installed her link at the bottom of the robot's leg, in case you want to know what's going on in her world. (She made me do it.)
Julia - 1:43 PM
Today is my birthday! Happy birdle day to me! I didn't tell anyone at work, so as to avoid the regulatory nasty cake in someone's office. Which means you have to sit there the whole time and talk to everyone while you eat the shitty Enteman's chocolate chip pound cake. Blarf.
However, I did get a card from the top muckety-muck this morning sending "birthday wishes". Which was a sweet touch, like a hotel leaving a mint on your pillow. But just like that mint, you realize it means NOTHING.
I am 33 years old. I've been preparing for this. The old double 3's. Yep, I've heard you coming a ways off. Come on in, doff your hat, make yourself cozy. Put up your feet, 33, it's going to be a long year. Yes, I want you to stay and be comfortable for a long time. I'm not going to make things easy for 34, that's for sure. You just settle in your little curves that look somewhat like double derrieres and settle in. Now don't you even think of going. Ever.
Julia - 10:34 AM
Monday, May 12, 2003
My back is aching. My dentist is on vacation and I need to get the teeth fixed, quickly. I just talked to an osteopathic physician from Woodstock, and she must've been sipping on corn silk tea or something because she could barely get her head out of the clouds long enough to tell me what it is, exactly, that she does. I had to say: "If I came in right now for an appointment, what would you do to me??" She was like, "Uh, umm, you would discuss your history, and also, uhm, your surgical history, and we would discuss things, and then you would get a treatment, uhm, depending on your diagnosis." She has this dreamy voice that scared me, when I thought of being subjected to her touch. "It's a hands on therapy. And I have another office in Woodstock." She's floating in a purple gown now, made of translucent chiffon handcrafted by her friend Rhianna. Oh, yeah, and it's only $325 for the first visit. Sign me up!
Uhm, uhhh, maybe not!
Julia - 3:35 PM
Monday, Monday. It's gray and rainy out, and the weather on the 1's said clouds clouds clouds for the rest of the frickin frackin week! Bloody hell! So, needless to say, I'm depressed. I'm still working on this stupid report, so I guess I'd better finish it so I can continue to fritter.
Go look at today's pics .
Over and out.
Julia - 9:36 AM
