Thursday, September 21, 2006

i am easily annoyed

and here's a list of what's been annoying me the past couple days:

the fan sitting beind me at the mets game on monday who insisted on doing to the two finger whistle directly into my ear. also he was the loudest talker ever, and i know some very loud talkers.

working on a pc. my computer died last week and now i'm temporarily on an ibm thinkpad, which i am not enjoying at all. pcs suck.

the three dudes by the back bar at bowery ballroom last night, talking over eric bachmann. i don't mind if people talk at shows, but at least have the courtesy to be quieter than the person on stage. also, why not go downstairs to the bar and chat away all you want without the band interfering?

ate at the jones last night, but at one point during the night i referred to it as the Great Jones and that really annoyed me since that is not the name, but the street it's on.

the couple sitting perpendicular to me on the subway - dude with the velour track suit doing the most obnoxious, loudest gum chew ever. squish, squish, crack, squish. missy tanning salon next to him wasn't any better either.

oh and the H key on this computer is really tempermental.

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Monday, September 11, 2006

my dan and my hamachi

together at last! one of these two was won over by the other one on saturday. take a guess.

thank you everyone for a really amazing birthday weekend.

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Friday, September 08, 2006

jose, jose, jose, jose

yup, my vote for NL mvp. if ichiro can win it, why not our little guy?

when he doesn't get on base, the mets don't win. i'd rather see a jose triple than a homerun any day. someone give me a ballot!!!

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

i did it!

today i am 30 years old. i made it! some of the things i did in my last hours as a 20-something included eating too much ice cream and impersonating a dancing natalie merchant. dmr and i have been ice cream maniacs the last couple days, but i think we reached our fill last night. he was also not sure whether to laugh or cry at my dance moves.

a little while ago, my father called me up and told me to call my mother to thank her for giving birth to me. i told him i was officially an ajuma (aka, korean old lady), which he interpreted as me being pregnant, which is wishful thinking on his part.

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