Archive for October, 2006
Notice: Moving is a heap of steaming bull-sheeyat.
0 Comments Published by Sid October 20th, 2006 in apartment life, bitchery.I never finished that whole moving-life-upheaval saga.
It’s quite exhausting, even to just retell. I’ll get around to it eventually. Just…not now.
Today I saw two more places, both in Brooklyn. Both times, I arrived to find the super had forgotten my appointment. One was in Lefferts, one in Bed Stuy. One was right off the […]
Bravo, bitches!
9 Comments Published by Sid October 19th, 2006 in tv, entertainment, Celebrity, cooking.Bravo TV–more specifically, Project Runway and Top Chef–has consumed the last 24 hours of my life.
Aside: TV is so great. I didn’t watch much TV when I was living in the city. I went out and did stuff. Or, I played Sims2. But now I’m holed up in the burbs and my hard drive is […]
Because what the world really needs is more BBWs fighting over celebrity.
3 Comments Published by Sid October 15th, 2006 in ISF, Celebrity, bitchery, General.Internet Superstar Friend is at it again. Except now, she’s not just an Internet Superstar. She’s becoming and international celebritress. Or something.
Following up her star turn in Avida at Cannes, subsequent nudie billboards all over Paris, and a trip down the runway for Galliano earlier this year, she’s stirring up trouble again after having pranced […]
New lurve: Amos Lee.
Even though he looks like a…well, I dunno, really. Like a songwriter, frankly.
Hmph.
*rushing off to trade in useless# Sims2 expansions for Amos Lee albums.*
#Useless, because laptop died last week. No operating system to be found. What’s th’s at you say? Recovery disk? Yes, well, that is how I got the black […]
Month in review: Owee. Part 1.
4 Comments Published by Sid October 11th, 2006 in apartment life, city, life, bitchery.I have tried to blog this month a dozen times. Every time the post is either shitty or eaten.
This time, I’m hoping it won’t be eaten, because, really, I can’t take any more. I can’t. Don’t give a whore’s chocolate starfish if it’s shitty, though.
So here, my shitty, baby-Jesus-hates-me, moon-is-retrograde, might-as-well-go Unabmomber-in-the-mountains month […]