my happy campaign
man alive, far too much bitch-and-moaning going on in my life, especially today. so to counteract all the complaining, i'm going to have a stockpile of canned happiness to use whenever i get bitch-bombarded. for starters:
1. raid. i mean, it's new york and inevitable. but this stuff is like an insurance policy, and now they have this fabu straw-like-thing that goes INTO CRACKS IN THE FLOOR. yes yes, 'country scent' is a bit like what i would have expected three mile island to have smelled back in the day, but it is rather lovely in an odd way. people say they'd bring their ipods or books or a lifetime supply of chocolate or something if they were stranded on a deserted island, but i'd bring roach spray: smells good and keeps bugs away, what more do you need?
2. it's raining men (yeah!). i don't mean to sound like the fag i am, but this song rocks. one of my lovely coworkers is schtooping a guy who runs a gap (shh- don't tell her husband ;) recall the promotion they had a few weeks back: try on a pair of jeans, get an itunes card. well, girlfriend hooked me up (hush money?): free music cards for days and days and days. sitting in the cubefarm, earphones planted firmly into ear canal, this song came on and i did my patented cubefarmchairdance, mouthing the words (unless i was actually belting them out) and then i had the epiphany: i. could. own. this. song. so, after putting it on daphne this morning, i've been listening to it non-stop. the words are a bit rudimentary, yes, but hot damn that broad can sing! after 10 hours of lovely sleep and my aforementioned vat of instant coffee and this song on repeat in the subway, i got to work in an insanely fabulous mood this morning... i'm hoping for an encore tomorrow morning.
3. i love my apartment. my apartment rocks. huge front window, sans bars!, four other windows, and a new neighbor who is not only afraid of her shadow, but never speaks. i loved david, rest in peace, but this one is good, too. our super is, how you say, well he's return-phonecall-challenged, but it's ok: in the four years i've lived here, he's had to see my apartment only once, last month. flooded with light, in close proximity to several xxx-stores for last minute lube (should the need arise), and about 13 different bakeries. lube and pizza lustica all night long, for what else can one ask?
more later, hopefully a few each day, but i'm taking the complainers down one by one. 'waah, bigbossman wants me to compile a report.' 'unfortunate, but did i tell you about this new song i downloaded?'
1. raid. i mean, it's new york and inevitable. but this stuff is like an insurance policy, and now they have this fabu straw-like-thing that goes INTO CRACKS IN THE FLOOR. yes yes, 'country scent' is a bit like what i would have expected three mile island to have smelled back in the day, but it is rather lovely in an odd way. people say they'd bring their ipods or books or a lifetime supply of chocolate or something if they were stranded on a deserted island, but i'd bring roach spray: smells good and keeps bugs away, what more do you need?
2. it's raining men (yeah!). i don't mean to sound like the fag i am, but this song rocks. one of my lovely coworkers is schtooping a guy who runs a gap (shh- don't tell her husband ;) recall the promotion they had a few weeks back: try on a pair of jeans, get an itunes card. well, girlfriend hooked me up (hush money?): free music cards for days and days and days. sitting in the cubefarm, earphones planted firmly into ear canal, this song came on and i did my patented cubefarmchairdance, mouthing the words (unless i was actually belting them out) and then i had the epiphany: i. could. own. this. song. so, after putting it on daphne this morning, i've been listening to it non-stop. the words are a bit rudimentary, yes, but hot damn that broad can sing! after 10 hours of lovely sleep and my aforementioned vat of instant coffee and this song on repeat in the subway, i got to work in an insanely fabulous mood this morning... i'm hoping for an encore tomorrow morning.
3. i love my apartment. my apartment rocks. huge front window, sans bars!, four other windows, and a new neighbor who is not only afraid of her shadow, but never speaks. i loved david, rest in peace, but this one is good, too. our super is, how you say, well he's return-phonecall-challenged, but it's ok: in the four years i've lived here, he's had to see my apartment only once, last month. flooded with light, in close proximity to several xxx-stores for last minute lube (should the need arise), and about 13 different bakeries. lube and pizza lustica all night long, for what else can one ask?
more later, hopefully a few each day, but i'm taking the complainers down one by one. 'waah, bigbossman wants me to compile a report.' 'unfortunate, but did i tell you about this new song i downloaded?'
posted by tom at 2:15 AM
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