DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN POST THREE

last post was kind of unclear about hair cut. unfortunate interjections and all. ponytail would be hair on my head. ew. officemate! head gutter out!

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN POST TWO

weird, last post went up without a title OH MY GOD THE BLOG MAY END ITS PLAGUE AND WHATNOT (or just me being lazy)

LASER LASER EPILATION starting tomorrow! it's going to rock and take care of the laziest of laziness that is me. next monday i'll be able to blog about it. spell check wants me to change epilation to jubilation, which it kinda is. rock! AND imma get my hair did up maybe and MAYBE even a hair cut. i am torn between a radical hair cut kinda like that except my hair's way more poofy

[interjection - i glanced over at officemate bc i was considering asking her about which hairstyle to do, but the fallout after not telling her why i was glancing at her was so much better bc she thinks i am talking about her. which i am, now, and she just came out with this shining beauty in regards to the discussion of what the ultimate tramp stamp could be: tramp stamp, pierced nipples, etc.]

"i mean isn't the ultimate tramp stamp showing a man your vagina? and so it doesn't matter what else he sees, except maybe a pierced labia."

OR just a trim and keep on growin out my hair. maybe i can donate it to locks of love again, except this time not just lose it somewhere like i did last time (and i still sincerely apologize to whatever unfortunate soul finds that ponytail).

i'm so hungry that all i can think of is when it is socially appropriate to order pide to work. damn you monique with your reintroducing me to the deliciousness of a ton of cheese on bread in a non-pizza form!

i think i may be articled out. i'm actively bored by the fascinating articles i'm reading. maybe i should re-get-into learning java? or listening to oi polloi? turns out i continue to like anarcho-punk as much as i like art and poetry for the sake of itself. but FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!! who i have seen live. but where?! where?

although i typically quite dislike vice and websites along its lines, i have discovered an amazing video: slutever, a wonderful advice video. if you know me, you'll know my three favorite parts, which, for the sake of leaving you all hanging, i won't post here. equally cool is her blog, which contains some equally amazing advice about dating. i feel like i know her so intimately after going through 55 pages of her blog.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX POST FOUR

i think this is one of the most adorable videos that turns into such a sad video! love is an arrow. i also really like their song summer's gone. which again is an adorable sounding depressing song. guess i forgot how sad they were! mumford & sons instead! local natives!

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX POST THREE

also apologies to those who had blogger spew out like, a zillion posts that made no sense. they were past unpublished posts :( and were not meant for public consumption, though much of this blog is not fit for it either, so oh well. as an apology, listen to this song.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX POST TWO

nerdy boy he's so slow tuesday we started Foucault he's still stuck on the intro? he's a no go. has to be my favorite line from a song, ever.

non-fiction book club's got a book - in cold blood, and i've gotten some articles about subjectivity, objectivity and cultural criticism for the associated article club. it's amazing how much written about new journalism comes from a journalism background, laying out how to *use* new journalism in a career, rather than, for instance, examining why new journalism arose during the 1950s/1960s as a literary form.

BOOK REVIEW TIME!
WILLIAM BRIDGES: Creating You & Co: Learn to Think Like the CEO of Your Own Career
This book was helpfully provided to officemate by her mother. Published in 1997, the book begins with a helpful thought which hopefully guides how awesome this book will be:
"This is not a book about finding a job. No, there are enough of those." Although later paragraphs seem to indicate that the "those" is referring to books, the author probably should have questioned whether the statement was clear enough. Amazingly, someone has already owned this self-help book and highlighted useful passages. So far I'm on page 9, but it's been too boring for me to read it. Dejobbing seems to be a term of art it uses for something, though I don't know what yet. However, I am most impressed with the book's view of the future, and, in particular, the prior user's rating of whether they had heard some particularly xenophobic statements. Actually, this book is way too boring to read so I've given it back to officemate. This concludes the second book review. It sucks. It's boring. Don't get it, unless you can get a previously owned copy and are just getting it to see what kinds of idiots are out there.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX

I love toothpaste for dinner. i have a problem and don't want to be a normal human being about it.

A few times a week, this lovely old man with an accordion walks by the office. Recently, he's been traveling with a singing man, which I don't like as much, but it's still pretty cool to have live accordion music weekly.

2012 NATIONAL MAGAZINE AWARDS FINALISTS: ESSAYS AND CRITICISM - The Loading Dock Manifesto. I love it. I will say that so far, it's over 4 hours into work and I've had a difficult time clicking with anything I've read. I've gone through criminal law reports, which are usually fascinating, reports on cults, postsecret, and a host of other websites in addition to REAL WORK. This is the only article that's really drawn me in about a writer in Cleveland who works menial jobs. I sent a similar one to a former housemate last week about a non-profit employee who is addicted to waitressing, in which we don't do coke in the bathroom of the restaurant.