Priceless

Morning Tea and bagel to soothe the stomach: $3

Trip to Duane Reade to purchase; kraft mac and cheese, wheat thins, tampons, midol, therm wrap, tea, soup, trident, reeses and combos: $43

Stomach and PMS ease along with no more cramps: priceless

Ironically, I bought all of the above with my HSBC Mastercard…

What's in a name

Ever notice how people are so quick to apply labels? .... In high school it was the jocks, the cool kids, the band nerds, etc.... in college it was the frat boys, the sorority girls, the hipsters, the...dare I say it.... "JAP"s. At 26 years old, if I'm going to "label", it's more like ... he's an asshole, she's a bitch. At least with these statements I have something to back it up. Example: "Joe's an asshole because he cheated on my friend Jane. Holly is a bitch because she was Jane's best friend until she slept with Joe." Hang out with me and you won't hear, "you are/were a hipster".... I just don't think like that.
Recently, I have noticed that many people do think that way. And the other day, while out with friends I realized just how much it annoys me when it inevitably comes up in conversation. The only time it really makes sense to me is when someone is trying to describe the vibe of some bar or restaurant to me... "it has a hipster or trendy vibe". But people?? That's just retarded. I don't know of anyone who falls into one specific category so I really don't know why people try so hard to put people into one. While out for drinks I heard someone say, she's a JAP....?? - Wait, do you mean because she's a princess?.... lol... being a self proclaimed princess alone, does not a "JAP" make. Or is someone a "hipster" because they wear Urban Outfitters instead of Club Monaco and they're a writer? -- If this is the train of thought... then is the photographer that wears Club Monaco a...???... wait, what are they? Do we have a label for that? And what about the woman who wears designer shoes during the week, gets her nails manicured at a posh spa...but then goes camping and hiking on the weekends? And what if said person is also a self proclaimed princess!? ... Where, oh where do we categorize these people? No where. They are an adult... an adult with an array of interests who has discovered that just because your profession is in one area, it does not mean that you have to dress to fit the stereotype. That's the joy of being a "grown up". You are what you are, and the more eclectic the better.
I am a self proclaimed princess. I like pretty skirts and to get my nails done once a week. I have a shoe collection to rival many. I also would bet the bank that I know more about football than most boys out there. I own a Playstation and I love sculpting and classical music. I will go out to a club and dance to salsa and hip hop but I have an unbelievable love for anything Bob Dylan. I always pick up Vogue magazine when I'm waiting at the doctors office, but the best birthday present I ever got was my subscription to Time magazine. My favorite pastime on the weekends is going out to brunch with my girlfriends, but I do it in cargo pants and a wife beater... so try to label that. Try to tell me where I "belong". Chances are, you can't. And for those who seriously try... here's a label, "ignorant".

Overrun by the Orange People

I saw a most appalling site today.... pictures of some girls that were so fake baked that they actually looked orange. ORANGE! Then, as if that weren't bad enough, I noticed that they had the super long acrylic nails with very tacky jewelry. I'm sorry, was I just wisked away to some weird trailor park Oz or do we not live in one of the fashion capitals of the world?? How does one live here and not have one ounce of fashion do's and don'ts sense in them? I mean, we all have our bad days... but we are not photographed when we have them!! Now I know that this makes me sound shallow, and I know that they are probably exceptionally sweet people... but all the more reason why they should be helped.

First of all... even if hypothetically speaking, being so fake baked that you're actually the color of a rotten orange, was considered pretty... why would you do it to yourself?... In 5 years, your skin is going to look like leather and 5 years after that you're going to have serious skin cancer. I mean, let's face it, if you're someone that fake bakes and wears acrylic nails with horrific jewelry, you probably smoke too... so actually, let's take that skin cancer and make it a brain tumor or lung cancer.... fantastic.

Secondly, we live in a city (and I mean Manhattan, and the other 4 ligit. boroughs) that is very health and fashion conscientious... so how do you manage to miss it!! It's everywhere... subway ads, billboards, magazines, radio, tv.... everywhere. So for a while I was completely stumped on how there were some people who just didn't get it. Then I started to notice that the people that tended to have these habits were also people who tended to live outside of the boroughs.... and only in certain areas. So maybe these places need to work on their advertising... but maybe not. I'm from Rochester, NY and while they are not necessarily at the height of fashion there they definitely do not commit the same travesties that I've seen committed elsewhere. Rochester does not have as many billboards and ads as NYC, so maybe it's something else. Maybe there's something in the water in these places... it only appears in a certain radius around the city.....it's difficult to say, I mean, we would probably have to go to a trailor park to compare...(oops, did I say that??)

I've actually decided to turn it into a game... everytime I go out on the weekend and I'm forced to go to some bar/club with a bridge and tunnel crowd I just look around and pick out who's from where... I'm batting 100% currently. Tonight I'm going to Tin Lizzie's on the UES... only because one of my best friends is bartending and we promised him we'd stop by so that his entire night isn't complete torture. I'm going to definitely put my theory to the test there. I figure, if I can't help them... I might as well be entertained by them.

They are taking him to an Oreo....

Patty's not a huge sports fan, never has been, probably never will be, so I always love it when she gets involved in any conversation relating to sports.... it's bound to be entertaining....

Patty: so I spoke with Joyce from Harry O's office... they're going to take Dave R. to an Oreo....??...
Me: An oreo?
Patty: The Oreo?... The Orelle?.... it's a restaurant or something...?....
Me: An Oriole game?.... It's baseball.
Patty: Oh...haha... I don't know.

KeyFood = Petri dish

I am of the very strong belief that on the whole, New York City lacks great grocery stores. Sure, Whole Foods is great, but also very expensive....and until Trader Joes came to NYC I thought that we were beyond help. And while Union Square is saved, the rest of us are still suffering. I love my neighborhood, it would take a lot for me to move. Great restaurants and bars, lots of boutique shops, great people, great vibe.... lousy grocery store. We are in desperate need of a Trader Joes, or something of that stratum. My roommate agreed and even wrote a letter to a leasing company in our neighborhood back in March:



From: Sarah
Sent: Monday, March 20, 2006 2:47 PM
To: P, Krystal
Subject: Court House Contact Form: 20-Mar-06

The following form has been submitted on 20-Mar-06 COURT HOUSE CONTACT FORM:

FIRST NAME: Sarah

Please selectCOMMENTS:

Any plans for the empty commercial space on the corner of Court & State? How about a Trader Joes??

On 3/20/06, T, Caroline <> wrote:

Hello Sarah,
Your e-mail was sent to me by the Court House staff.

My name is Caroline T. and I work with Two Trees Management Co. We currently don't have a Tenant for the corner space and are open to ideas.

Do you represent Trader Joes? If yes, approximately how many square feet would a Trader Joes need?
Look forward to hearing from you.
Caroline

-----Original Message-----
From: Sarah
Sent: Monday, March 20, 2006 4:20 PM
To: T, Caroline
Subject: Re: FW: Court House Contact Form: 20-Mar-06

Hi Caroline,

No, I do not represent Trader Joe's. I live in the neighborhood thought and would love to see a Trader Joe's or something of nature in that space.

Just and idea... Thanks for responding.

Sarah


From: T, Caroline <>
Date: Mar 20, 2006 4:21 PM
Subject: RE: FW: Court House Contact Form: 20-Mar-06
To: Sarah

Thank you Sarah.... I will look into that. Caroline


Well, thanks Caroline... no word from you and it's been months... still no Trader Joes, still no tenant occupying the space.... I'm not going to mention any names, but someone isn't doing their job....

Yesterday, I went to the KeyFood in our neighborhood to grocery shop. Quite frankly, that KeyFood should not even be classified as a grocery store... it's a grocery graveyard... it's the place where produce and groceries go to die. But we go there in a pinch because it's 4 blocks from our apartment.

While in the Grocery Graveyard I decided to buy some gnocchi. I went to pick up a package and noticed that the gnocchi was covered in mildew.

Me (to grocery boy): Um, excuse me.... I'm not sure if you've noticed but your gnocchi is covered in Mildew.... It's probably a health hazard or something so you may want to quickly get rid of it before someone says something....

Grocery boy(as he walks away from me): Yeah.... that happens sometimes...

Yeah, that happens sometimes??? wtf?? Not in other grocery stores it doesn't!! This is Brooklyn Heights, not some third world country! The French Revolution started over moldy food..... I mean, granted we're not planning on over throwing our Brooklyn representatives, but still....
We need a new grocery store!

I'm going to move like lightening

I'm having another Sara day. At least I waited until Tuesday this week. I knew my Monday went too smoothly and that I was in for a major freak out day today.... it had to be if I was going to keep up with my weekly trend of being a complete basket case once a week.
I occassionally suffer from the dillussion that I am able to get ready for work in the morning in 5 minutes, not even 10.....five. I'm not sure where this belief comes from, since even on my best "I'm going to move like lightening" day, I've never gotten ready in under 25 minutes.
Needless to say, I began my day by lying in bed, staring at my wall, as if i didn't have to get up and get ready for work. I decided to come to my senses 10 minutes after I had told myself that I would leave the house in the morning. It was all downhill from there...
- I poked myself in the eye while trying to get my contacts in (because I'm new to the whole contact thing and haven't worn contacts for the past 14 years of my life.....)
- This means I had to wear my glasses today, which is very upsetting since I vowed that I would never wear them on a day that the DOM (dirty old man) would be in the office.
- The DOM def. made another comment about how "great" the glasses look, as he's telling me his internet isn't working. (Darn... guess you can't look at porn all day on your computer! -- dirty man.)
- I completely ruined the hem on my pants when i accidently got the heal of my shoe caught in them, right before I fell on my face.
- I forgot my wallet at home because I'm a compulsive bag changer and I can never just take the same purse to work as to the grocery store, so I inevitably leave something at home.
- Leaving my wallet at home also means I can't return my dress to the Gap, pick up my much needed prescription from the doctors or buy lunch today.
- I'm going to be arrested for harrassment and stalking because the idiot that hosts our website does not know how to return a phone call or email, so I've been forced to be ridiculous in my methods of contacting him (I made my boss call the kid's father) so that I can reach my deadline.
- It's only 11:20am. I have a lot of time left in my day... it does not appear to be getting any better.