I just logged in to find a long status update soliloquy from someone about gazing up that moment at the New York City skyline today and reflecting, etc., etc., insert borderline grammatically incorrect deep thought here.
Only problem is, the person left Facebook’s geolocation on…. And the update was posted from a neighborhood in the Miami suburbs. LOL.
It would be messed up if I didn’t. This is a day I still have a hard time with, even 11 years later. While it affected the entire country (and the world), I’m not sure that anyone else can understand how completely terrifying it was to be in New York, specifically downtown Manhattan, that day. I’ve never felt so certain I was actually going to die.
GPOY ridiculous coping strategy when I’m going to be out and worried about mindless eating: apply a ton of makeup, especially red lipstick. Before I randomly scarf a pizza bite or something I’ll at least have to get in the mindful zone and think about re-application.
Ok time to go, getting the “where are you” texts.
Also, GPOY because I realized the last few photos I posted are all in sunglasses so yes, I still have eyeballs.
jasonsbites answered your question: Am I a buzz-kill for hating happy hour?
Amen! I hate going out for drinks, unless I’m the one who does the inviting :P but my close friends & I = health food shopping/tea buddies
It’s weird for me because I actually love to go out, but if there is some kind of activity or entertainment or purpose — music event, festival, art openings, and so on.
I am just long over the notion of going out and binge drinking as an end in itself, and a lot of my current friends were made during my party phase. Ah well, I’m attempting to surround myself with more creative/ambitious people who actually DO what they say they are going to do, rather than just wearing the “artsy” costume and talking B.S. over drink number six. :)
Even when I had a job that made me miserable, I HATED happy hour. There is just something incredibly depressing about it to me. I’m 1) not interested in drinking at 5:30 p.m. any more, 2) not really into getting stuck being hungry somewhere with crappy food.
Basically I need to turn down another invitation without seeming like a judge-y asshole.
Goal: Make at least one new friend whose idea of happy hour is like, yoga and tea.
Tumblr text post diarrhea, sorry.
While waiting around and shooting the shit, I accidentally went dose for dose of Cuban coffee with another extra who is an ER doctor as his real job.
I might actually be vibrating right now. Time to do something super productive while it lasts.
So, yesterday I went to report on an independent film shoot for one of the newspapers I write for. When I got to the shoot, they were desperately low on extras for one scene, so I got roped into participating. In a nutshell, we were supposed to be hanging out in front of a Cuban restaurant at the moment when Fidel Castro suddenly dies, and a massive celebration erupts. Okay cool, so I danced around with a feather boa and a Cuban flag for a bit.
However, everything didn’t get finished, so for continuity, I’m back today, up since 6:30 a.m., wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Luckily, they are feeding us lots of Cuban coffee, which in this form is so strong you have to drink it out of these thimble-like plastic cups.
lulusewsews replied to your post: I think I’m watching a manic episode play out live on Facebook.
Is it bad to enjoy other people’s public melt downs on facebook? Probably, but I totally do (given the right circumstances)
Hahaha… No, I watch too — this isn’t an “I’m-going-to-hurt-myself” meltdown so far so I don’t feel bad yet. It’s more like, “I’m going to post multiple gibberish status updates then respond to them myself because nobody else is responding yet.” I guess if it takes a turn I’ll change my tune…
Who posts multiple status updates, then responds to his/her OWN status update *seven* times?! WAT
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After years of obsessive calorie-counting, bad habits, and worse self-image, I'm choosing to get better... So bear with me as I retool this blog a bit.
