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Dudes, why can I not post to LJ?  What is with me?

I seriously need a place where I can write and be silly and not worry about the fact that I have at least 100 FB friends who just know me from my other, more serious blog(s).

I like to write fucked up status updates and then begin to think the better of it.

Public persona be damned!  I am not Oprah.

In other news, I really need to go on vacation.

Also, my blog was at it's best when I was dating lots of dudes and making fun of them.  Now I'm dating one dude for almost 3 years and I'm not into making fun of him.

Perhaps I have to catch up on my friends' blogs for inspiration.

Perhaps. "the private life is dead" as someone says in Dr. Zhivago.

Over and out.

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I don't know what it is, but I missed LJ all of a sudden.  I miss writing posts about nothing.  I miss writing non-marketing-myself emails.  I miss writing for fun. 

I'm going to write here every day for a month.  I'm going to write whatever comes to mind and see what happens.  It may be boring or lame or both. 

I'm taking a stand in my life for my outrageousness.  I don't want to apologize for my choices anymore.  I'm an unemployed lawyer and a woman who counsels people to love their bodies.  In a way, it's a lonely life.  In a way, it's brilliant.

I'm carving out my life from nothing right now.  Trying to put together the pieces of something new or, at the very least, meaningful. 

Also, I need to just hang.  I'm in NYC.  Let's meet for coffee, you know?

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Dear Dudes

I know, dudes! It's been a crazy long while!  How are things?  What's up?

I've been feeling like updating lately.  Not because of all the cool stuff I'm doing, but just because I need to write and not care too much about, you know, content.

First and foremost, I need a new name for this blog.  I'm literally commuting to LI 3 days a week.  I barely ride the subway anymore, so Subway Surrealism seems a bit untoward.

Maybe Comical Commuting?  Driving Drivel?  Car Ride Craziness?

I used to really dig writing this blog.  I dug the commenting, the writing, the searching for silly images.  Now I'm all about the business, or the benjamins, if you will.  I'm working 3 days a week at a law firm on Long Island, and the other days I fill with tarot readings (www.goldenintuition.com), getting people off the dieting roller coaster and onto the self love express (www.bodylovewellness.com), doing musical improv that makes people laugh (www.mchammerstein.com) and chillin'.

I'm trying to catch up on people's blogs.  It ain't easy.

I'm going to write funny shit soon, for real!

I will not succumb to facebook any longer!

Goldie Lox

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She's antichoice, anti same sex marriage, pro teaching creationism in schools, doesn't think global warming is real, and is anti gun control.

Rabid Republican Woman DOES NOT EQUAL Hillary Clinton.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?  Are you fucking media slaves or just terminally stupid?

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A Word About Subway Surrealism

Some of my journal is friends only . . . so email me or comment if you'd like to be added.

Though, to be honest, I'm doing more public posts of late. Click here to see why.

If you're interested in a fantastic tarot reading, please click on this link.

Additionally, please note that this journal is subject to United States Copyright Law. GP. 2003-2008.

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I'm stuck in Tampa, FL. I am so stuck that it is not funny.

I came down here for a convention for this internet advertising thing I'm involved in.* I took a 6AM flight yesterday morning. I left my house at 4AM, and I drove b/c I'm insane. Then the Van Wyck was closed. Then there was so much construction that I couldn't find the right parking lot. Then I parked at another terminal and barely made my flight.

That was yesterday morning. This afternoon/evening, I spent approximately 5.5 hours in the Tampa airport. I sat on a plane for 2 hours until they finally told everyone that we could get off the plane. I ended up booking a hotel room b/c I didn't want to sleep at the airport.

Oh, did I mention that it took 45 minutes for the hotel's shuttle to arrive?

I haven't eaten anything green since yesterday.

I have no clean underwear.

I am totally exhausted.

I did go to the Salvador Dali museum, which was totally cool. My favorite was The Nostalgic Echo, which I had never seen before.

Now I will go back to my weird room.


*If you want to know about it, I will tell you. It is cool.

P.S. As I was falling asleep yesterday, this thought kept running through my head: "rushing is a waste of time." I thought it was very deep at that time.


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I'm Glad It's Not the 30's


As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Poor (Failure)

Take the test!


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Yay, Hillary!

Yo go, girl!

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What Really Happens to Lloyd Dobler?

I read this article on my blackberry while on the train this morning:

Women Lawyers Have Higher Divorce Rates, Need Loving Husbands, Prof SaysCollapse )

This just got me thinking about a few things, like Lloyd Dobler. Lloyd Dobler, if you recall, was looking for a "dare to be great situation". At the end of Say Anything, he hasn't found that, but he's decided to go to Oxford to be with his lady love. (Query: Does Oxford really hookup high school seniors? WTF?)

That's not to say that Lloyd Dobler doesn't go on to be an investment banker, but I kind of don't think that he does. If anyone gets the high-powered job, it's probably Diane Court.

My point is this -- what's so wrong with the Diane Court/Lloyd Dobler scenario? I know a lot of women attorneys who are married to investment bankers and lawyers and I know a lot of women attorneys whose husbands work part-time and take care of the kids. Are the first group of women more "successful"? Possibly. Are they happier? I'm not sure. They have an escape hatch of having husbands who makes a lot of money, but they also have husbands who aren't around very much.

All I'm saying is that a lot of very successful* women put a lot of pressure on themselves to find very successful men. And really, who gives a crap? It's just another "should" that professional women end up adding to a long list of "shoulds". That's not to say that there aren't loving doctors and lawyers and unloving truck drivers, but I think happiness should be cleaved** to when it is found. And that maybe lots of successful women just need someone who doesn't live in the dog-eat-dog world that they live in so that they can escape from it every once in a while.***

*By "successful" I mean corporate/financial success, which, I know, is only one definition thereof.
**Isn't cleave a really interesting word? You can cleave to something or just cleave something, which has nearly the opposite meaning. "My heart is cleft in twain!"
***It would be really annoying if my BF had a blackberry too. He'd be sending me articles like this from his blackberry.

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Ode to Thighs

I haven't told many people this, but I signed up to take the mastery program at Mama Gena's (www.mamagenas.com). I may be slightly nuts.

Anywho, part of our homework this week was to write an ode to our thighs. So, like, here goes. Let me know if you like it. It's a sonnet.

Ode To Thighs

Early morning sunlight caresses them
The dawn’s glow cast upon curvaceous mounds.
As blood moves beneath, awakening life
And our bedroom is filled with city sounds.

With the momentum of ancient engines
Day moves with a subtle, delicate swish.
They propel me with Mother Nature’s force.
Creating life from desire and wish.

At night they sing of journeys forgotten;
Like mountains barely moving in the wind.
They moan and talk of sacred slowing down
And open as a dream so sweet begins:

Of passage to a temple filled with light
That burns within all women day or night.

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DST is F-ing With Me

Despite the whole DST thing, I woke up insanely early. I got some work done early but not enough. Now I have a long stretch of reviewing a 100 page lease ahead of me. I'm only up to page 20. Eeks.

I've had mad health scares this week, like going to the doctor and getting a chest xray that made the doctor think I should get a cat scan of my chest due to an enlarged pulmonary artery. Both he and my chiropractor said the likelihood of it being anything is extremely rare, and my chiro told me that the amount of radiation you get from a cat scan is enough to make the test itself not worth it in this instance, and the drugs they'd make you take for it would make you sicker than anything and blah blah blah. I'm just going to think about it for now.

Anyway, let's get to the happy stuff. The musical improv performance last Wednesday was megafun, even though I was megasick. I got to do a torchsong that ended up being called "The Day You Loved My Poodle" which was a total blast to do. We're doing another short performance again next week at 8PM with a bigger group. Then at the end of the month, my level 3 musical improv class starts up. I'm so psyched. We're going to start doing long form improv with music. Hotness.

Today the BF and I went for brunch at a new place in Astoria called Mojave. It was fucking excellent. It looks rather schmancy, but the prices are very reasonable and most of the people inside were regular old disheveled Astorians with hat hair. I loved the adobe-esque decor. And the queso fundido. And the sopapillos. And the regular brunch stuff. We kind of went all out, but it was a belated monthiversary celebration (17 months, dudes, can you believe it?).

Anywho, things are okay. I'm getting better. I'm getting to sing and do improv in public a bit. I just had one of the best brunches of my life. And it's sunny out. There art I happy.

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I have a Phat Girlz problem.

It's one of those movies that I have to watch every time it's on. It's one of those wish fulfillment movies where a fat chick who's down on her luck goes on vacation with friends, meets a sexy African doctor, loses the sexy African doctor, launches a plus sized clothing line, and gets the sexy African doctor back.

It's all manner of cheesy hotness. Watchable, wearable, cheesy hotness.

Dudes, I'm so sick.

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Being sick with bronchitis makes me do all sort of crazy things, like finally sitting down to watch Walk on Water, the netflix movie that I've had for about six months. It's an Israeli movie starring a hot Israeli actor (Lior Ashkenazi) and a bunch of other people not hot people.

Lior plays a Mossad agent who has to befriend a German sister and brother whose grandfather is a Nazi who's been on the lam in Argentina for 60 years. It's a bit slow at times but an interesting portrayal of German/Israeli/Palestinian/Gay/Straight interpersonal relations.

At one point in the movie, the Mossad agent ends up in Berlin. Not only is he in Berlin, he stays in the same hotel that I stayed in when I was there back in January 1999 with my scholarship group. Even the hotel room looked exactly the same, with the same view I had of the radio tower. Seeing that view brought me back in an instant.

Being in Berlin as a college senior triggered a lot of complicated emotions for me. I was a Jewish history major who knew all about Jewry in Berlin, particularly in the 19th century. Berlin had been an epicenter of cosmopolitan, enlightened Judaism. As I walked through areas of East Berlin, I consulted my notes: here had been the Jewish boys' school, there was a Jewish owned department store that had been bombed out in the war. The building boom had just begun in earnest in Berlin, and the skyline was dotted with cranes, but not yet buildings.

Strangely, when I didn't think too hard, I felt very comfortable in Berlin. The food was fresh. The U-bahn made sense. There were great museums and places to hear music. I had a weird ability to understand enough German to get around, even understanding when people gave me directions, although I had never studied German. I was into the Klezmer revival at the time and I went to a Klezmer show in Berlin, though I found it depressing on many levels, the least of which was that the Germans could understand Yiddish so much better than I.

One night, I felt restless, so I left my hotel and headed for the U-bahn. I decided to ride around the city, east to west. When I got back to my stop, I couldn't get out of the train because I had to pull the doors open manually and I couldn't get it right. I ended up at the next stop, the Alexanderplatz. I was able to get out there and wend my way back to the hotel.

The next morning, our last day in Berlin, we all boarded the bus to a former labor camp called Sachsenhausen. I protested that this was an optional trip and that I shouldn't have to go, but of the 80 or so of us, I was the only one who didn't want to go, so it suddenly became a required trip. I knew I couldn't handle it. I even had mixed emotions at that -- who was I to say that I couldn't handle seeing a labor camp? I wasn't an actual prisoner. I just didn't want to be tourist.

I lagged behind the group the whole time. An elderly history professor who was originally from Germany (who was one of the kindest people I had ever met) seemed to be the only person that understood. After entering the gates that still said "Arbeit Macht Frei" above the doors, we were sat down to watch a movie that showed Jews from Berlin boarding trains. They all boarded at Alexanderplatz, the place where I had been just the night before. It looked exactly the same. I pretty much lost it as we walked around. I couldn't stop crying the whole time. I'll never forget the way the other students eagerly ran off to a separate part of the camp that had the medical experiments exhibit. I couldn't go in. I just stayed in the cold, crying on the elderly professor's shoulder.

The trip progressed depressingly from there. We took a 5 hour bus ride to Prague the next day. There I had to share a bed with my anxious Russian-Jewish roommate roommate b/c supposedly the hotel was otherwise booked. The city was in the midst of a recession. It was the dead of winter and horribly cold. We came home to the maids rummaging through our bags. The restaurants would charge us 3x the prices on the menu because we were tourists. There were no fruits or vegetables anywhere (unlike Berlin). I had gone pretty low carb 2 months before and I stuck to it despite the lack of food, surviving most days on a sausage purchased in the street and a tangelo my roommate had brought from Berlin. The one good meal we had was in a restaurant with Russian mobsters who sang prison songs and talked of how much they could sell me and my roommate for. As a scholarship student I was required to write a paper about my experience, so I went from one synagogue turned museum to the next, statistics sticking to me -- 98% of Prague Jewry dead. I saw Hebrew letters for the first time in one town square -- Kafka written out in Hebrew. It shown out like a beacon. I read Metamorphosis on the plane ride home, in between doing tarot readings for the flight attendants.

That was over 9 years ago. It doesn't feel that long ago at all. Perhaps it was such an intense experience that it stayed with me more than most others.

Perhaps I should go to Israel. I've still never been.

In a way, I'd like to go back to Berlin. It feels sort of wrong though, like returning the call of a guy who you know is an asshole but want to see again.

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What the What?

I went to bed and it was Winter. When I woke up, it was Spring. No sign of snow anywhere!

Also, I have bronchitis.

Also, I had a lot of fun last night at the PIT, despite the fact that making up words was a little tough due to the lack of oxygen to my brain due to the bronchitis.

Thanks to everyone who made it there! Thanks to everyone who hung out afterwards! That was awesome!

I'll be appearing the next two Wednesdays (March 5th and 12th) at 8PM at the PIT sandwiched (daintily) b/w two of the best improv groups in NY, Fancy Dragon and Big Black Car. Checka me outta!

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It Feels Good to be a Runner Up

They Jerk Their Meat

Puerto Rican girl #1: I really hate the way she eats.
Puerto Rican girl #2: Yeah, but she's Jamaican. You know how they are.

--Bergen St, Brooklyn

Overheard by: Dumbfounded

Headline by: Gutterlush

· "At Least She Isn't Dominican." - Jon
· "Even Their Chickens Are Jerks." - Howard Bannister
· "Psychic?" - Beryl
· "Racism! It's What's For Dinner" - Goldielox
· "You're Just Jealous You Can't Use Your Dreads As a Fork" - Chels

Click here to see the new Headline Contest

via Overheard in New York, Feb 28, 2008

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Dear Douchebag

To the douchebag who commented on this journal with the following, "FATTY FAT FAT HAMBEAST LAND-WHALE..." et. al., I commend you for your bold use of unreadable font sizes, your creation of supernatural animals, and your desire to remain anonymous. The anonymous part is an excellent idea, as (a) I'm an attorney who would take great pleasure in bringing you to court, (b) I'm very strong and have a number of friends with excellent martial arts skills, (c) the kind of brilliance that you showed in your thoughtful comment certainly indicates the sort of literary talent that, once brought to light, would lead to the kind of fame that only ends in death from suicide or high speed fleeing from paparazzi.

Kudos to you, douchebag. It's good to see the mentally ill having a presence on the internet.

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I'd been mulling over the idea of getting some headshots done just in case I audition for some musical improv stuff. So anyway, I finally got it together and contacted an old friend from Freeport who is now a pretty big deal plus-sized fashion photographer (www.dloshootz.com).

Anywho, we're doing the shoot on Monday, and I'm trying to decide whether I should get my hair colored again on Friday or just leave it alone. It's usually pretty dark when I've just had it done, and I think the contrast is cool, but it doesn't look all that natural. It's been about 6 weeks since I've had it colored, so the gray is (very slightly) evident at the temples and my hair is somewhat lighter with some reddish highlights.

So, yes, I know this isn't super important, but I'm wondering if any of you think that I look better with it darker or lighter or know a thing or two about photography and how one or the other might look in photos.


Goldie L.

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I have created superfatastic.

If you are fat and/or funny and/or pervy and or know someone who is, then I urge you, nay, implore you, to write some funny shit and post it to the superfatastic community.

The fatosphere needs you.

And I need you.

Thank you.

(Oh, also, please join even if you don't feel like writing stuff!)

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Holy Muthahumpin Shit!

I've never actually heard Mike Huckabee speak because, shit, he's Mike Huckabee.

I'm listening to his "victory speech" right now on NY1 and he pretty much managed to denigrate everything I hold near and dear in the space of about 5 minutes.

What the what?

The 2nd amendment is as important as the first amendment??? Really???

We have a "culture of life" in America and therefore abortion is wrong? Really? Wow. Culture of life. That's a good one. How many more kids should we send to Iraq? And how does that whole "culture of life" thing work with the second amendment? I guess we should all have guns so that we can protect the culture of life?

The sacredness of the family should be protected and not intruded upon by the state? Really? What about the gayness caveat? And I guess that whole culture of life things let's the government intrude upon the family enough to disallow abortion.

Sorry. I know I'm preachin' to the choir. But! Fuck! What the fuck is this asshole talking about?



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This Is My Favorite Freakin' Card!

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.


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Save the Date (4 Realz)

Our exciting Musical Improv Level 2 class show has been moved to Friday, February 29th at 7PM at the PIT (http://www.thepit-nyc.com), located at 154 W. 29th street, 2nd floor.

If you like music and/or improv and/or stuff, you will love this show!

Oh, yeah!

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Mississippi Douchebags

Did you guys hear about these douchebags in the Mississippi legislature who introduced a bill that disallowed serving fat people in restaurants?

Well, it pissed me off. I had a bit of free time on my hands so I wrote the supporters of the bill an email. The email kind of sucks, but if you just feel like emailing the reps, feel free to use my letter. Their email addresses are tmayhall@house.ms.gov, bshows@house.ms.gov, and jread@house.ms.gov.

Representatives Mayhall, Shows, and Read:

I am writing in opposition to House Bill 282.

As members of the Mississippi House of Representatives, you are duty bound to not only uphold the Mississippi Constitution, but to represent your constituency, many of whom, assuredly, are fat. You have failed on both counts by introducing the above bill. Instead, you have shown your support for hate-mongering, discrimination, and representing the interests of the pharmaceutical lobby above the needs of your own constituency.

If you are really concerned about the health of Mississippians, why not support subsidies for organic farmers, work to improve the quality of school lunches, increase after school programs, support governmental programs that might allow people to work less and spend more time preparing healthy meals, etc.?

Even though the list of bills that one could support to help people live healthier lives is nearly endless, you chose to support a bill of which your lobbyists would approve. Whether it passes or not, you have given free advertising to the pharmaceutical companies. You've helped herald the message that being fat is so dangerous and socially unacceptable that fat people must take pharmaceuticals or get surgery (since all fat people know that dieting, and even healthy eating and exercise, does not make most of us thin) if we want to be seen in public.

Remember that you are representatives of a state with a long history of supporting discrimination against its own citizens. This bill is no exception. I would urge you to retract this bill as a step toward continuing to free Mississippi from that history.

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I'm Kind of a Dick

Phillip Seymour Hoffman stood less than a foot away from me on the R Train last night, so I sublimated my desire to (s)talk to him by writing in to Gawker http://gawker.com/stalker.

Yeah, it's kind of dicky of me.

He was talking about Heath Ledger too, so I couldn't help myself.

Sorry, Phil.

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Wow, dudes. How the hell are you? Happy New Year.

Lots of stuff has happened over at Subway Surrealism's NYC offices (i.e., my apartment and my office) in the last month or so.

Here are just a few exciting developments:

1) I got a hot bonus while continuing to question my ability to be a lawyer for a (gasp!) 6th year!

2) I went on vacation to scenic Fort Lauderdale where I got tan and slept a lot!

3) Started taking Musical Improv Level 2 at the PIT, which I love heartily! (Save the date of Monday 2/25 for my show!)

4) I have flip flopped on the issues! Or, rather, on the candidates. I'm supporting Edwards though I think he doesn't really have much of a shot. I still like Sen. Clinton even though she's too much of a centrist. (So what if I have a soft spot for nearsighted female lawyers in pantsuits?) This may be unpopular of me to say, but I'll only vote for Obama if he gets the nomination. I don't think that he says anything other than (a) things are fucked and (b) I am awesome. Also, he gives me a terrible vibe.

Which leads me to my poll...
Poll #1125744 Dem Dems

Who Would You Vote For In the Democratic Primary in Your State If It Were Tomorrrow

Hillary Clinton
Barak Obama
John Edwards
Dennis Kucinich
Mike Gravel
Other Democrat
Republican Candidate
Independent Candidate

If You'd Vote for Another Democrat or a Republican or Independent, Who Would It Be?


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Workus Interruptus

I still can't quite figure out why I'm at work today. No one is responding to my calls or emails. Even clients with their "we must sign now!!!" mentalities aren't getting back to me after their initial "we must sign now!!!" emails.

I should have got to the Ziegfeld and seen Sweeney Todd.

If undereye circles and gray hair make people this hot, I must be super hot.

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I'm a Lebowski, You're A Lebowski

Jeff has a friend of 24 years or so who is a major asshole. Jeff knows he's an asshole. I know he's an asshole. I can't stand him at all. I can't even stand to be in the same room with him. He's a manipulative, crazy narcissist. I can't go into all the details, but trust me, he's fucked in the head.

This friend (let's call him "The Nauseator") has 3 redeeming qualities. One -- he's a democrat. Two -- he loves the Big Lebowski. Three -- He thinks Jeff is a great person.

When Jeff told me that the Nauseator was stopping by on his way from D.C. to Maine, I was less than thrilled. But I figured he wouldn't show up b/c he generally doesn't, even when people are waiting for hours for him.

But when I got home from brunch with my family on Sunday, the Nauseator was there. I had a bad feeling that the Nauseator would be staying over. Jeff and the Nauseator went off for a few hours (they invited me but I took it as a chance to hide). Even when they got back, I pretty much stayed in my room the entire night, even though Jeff was doing one of his Second Life concerts and the Nauseator was all alone in the living room. It was incredibly rude of me but I couldn't bear to be near the Nauseator, and Jeff understood my feelings.

When the Nauseator left in the morning, all seemed right with the world again, except for one thing -- Jeff's copy of I'm a Lewboski, You're a Lebowski, the new, just released book on all things Lebowski, which was a Chanukah present from me to Jeff, was missing. We searched the whole apartment but knew that it was gone.

That is, we knew whose grubby hands had kidnapped it. The night before, the Nauseator complained that the book was impossible to find and had tried to buy it off Jeff.

Jeff texted the Nauseator and the Nauseator finally responded that he had taken the book "accidentally" when he had packed up his computer and keyboard. As most people who have narcissictic personality disorder will do, he shifted the blame to us for accusing him of stealing when he had only taken it by accident.

There is no way that this asshole took the book by accident. I'm so pissed. Jeff hadn't even finished reading it and I still wanted to read it. Plus, it really is out of stock everywhere.

I almost had to drink all of those White Russians just to get over my sadness.

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Christmas Eve

Seeing friends you haven't seen in 2 years + walking around the Village + drinking white russians+ watching the Big Lebowski + drunken sex + waiting for Chinese food delivery = Best JewChristmas Ever.

Merry Jewcristmas to all and to all a Jewchristmas night.

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Finally! A 2007 Meme

Stolen from atraxia.

1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?:
LSD and own a car.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next
I resolved to make no more resolutions! And I stuck to it.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?:
Like, on the subway?

4. Did anyone close to you die?:
Like, in an elevator?

5. What countries did you visit?:
Ireland! And the United Republic of Weirdoland.

6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?:
A fulfilling career.

7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?:
I dunno. Maybe it's not etched yet.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?:
Stopping dieting.

9. What was your biggest failure?:
I'm still a lawyer.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?:
For insurance purposes? Yes, but my immune system is definitely stronger than it used to be.

11. What was the best thing you bought?:
I don't know. I just like clothes.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?:

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?:
Most people's.

14. Where did most of your money go?:
Rent, clothes, student loans, vacations.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?:
Musical improv, writing as healing, the fatshionista community.

16. What song will always remind you of 2007?:
I don't know, but I always feel like people are trying to make me go to rehab, an I'm saying "No. No. No."

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or hardened?: same
ii. thinner or fatter?: fatter
iii. richer or poorer?: richer

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?:
Lying around. Traveling.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?:

20. How will you be spending Christmas?:
Chillin and eating chinese food.

22. Did you fall in love in 2007?:
Nah, but I stayed in love.

23. How many one-night stands?:

24. What was your favorite TV program?:
Flight of the Conchords.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?:

26. What was the best book you read?:
Fat!So? by Marilyn Wann

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?:
That I could do musical improv!

28. What did you want and get?:
Good love and good times.

29. What did you want and not get?:
A job that made me happier.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
No Country for Old Men

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?:
See: http://goldielox.livejournal.com/2007/10/22/
I turned 30, went to a dinner party, had my own party, and went to a fancy dinner with my BF. It was great.

32. Whats one thing that would have made your year immeasurably more
Uh, here comes the job thing again.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?:
Lawyer with a heart of gold(ielox).

34. What kept you sane?:
My membrane.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?:
Javier Bardem, Sacha Baron Cohen, George Clooney, Stephen Colbert (sorry, phyllyo!)

36. What political issue stirred you the most?:
Don't get me started.

37. Who did you miss?:

38. Who was the best new person you met?:
Kim from musical improv.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:
If your pants feel tight while you're driving, open the top button. No one has to know.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"But your so busy, really busy..." (Yes, it's "Hairdresser on Fire" by the Smiths)


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I would get lunch at Whole Foods every day if it weren't like a bad trip to UWS Crazy Town. I can't deal with lines that start at the entrance to the store.

I can't do work. I'm burnt out. I was in my firm's library past 11PM last night. Does someone have an asinine meme that I can do so that I look like I'm working? Preferably one where I can use the word asinine.

Does having a pseudo-lesbian dream make you a lesbian? I'm assuming not, but I haven't read Sassy in a while.

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