I've discovered this band Dirty on Purpose



I'm now obsessed with them. Sorry Bishop Allen, it had to end at some point.

Also I just returned from vacation. It was awesome and sucked.

I was the victim of a mugging attempt on the subway platform. That was fun. I was totally freaked out. It helped a lot that the construction workers also waiting for the train did nothing to help me. The one good thing that came of it was when I broke down crying at the Jetblue check in counter they held the plane for me and made sure my bags got on the plane too.

It also sucked that my aunt is neurotic and had rules about everything. certain color napkins had to be used. I didn't really obey the rules and it didn't make her happy. Oh well. Also no one was into drinking. Also my ex text messaged me all weekend. Also I got my period. None of that was fun.

What was fun was my 13 yr old cousin thinks I'm fantastic. I knew some day I'd be someone's role model. his mother is a little worried that he chose me to hang out with the whole time.

Seeing all my cousins and their families made me realize that I'm done with the whole single thing. I want a family and a house now with little babies. Also I'm pretty sure I'm over New York and the muggers who live here.

Disclaimer: I may change my mind on all of that tomorrow.

The saga continues:


So as you may have read it was brought to my attention that during the two years of employment at my current company I have yet to be paid over time. So I email a few people and they assure my no worries, it'll all be taken care of. So I'm amiable about the situation, people make mistakes. Granted this is a huge mistake that someone made I'm willing to look at it like "oh well, i'll get a huge paycheck, sweet". So I wait and this is where you read my last journal with the link above. I got 11.6 hours. Well I calculated at least 16.6, not including the past year and a half. So at a MINIMUM I'm supposed to get an additional 5 hours in this weeks paycheck. So when paychecks arrive today I tear mine open to realize that #1- I did not get paid for the 5 hours, not to mention the ton of hours from the past 1.5 years and #2- They just added to 5 hours on to my time worked, like it was on last weeks paycheck. WTF??

I'm fuming. At this point my view is someone majorly f'd up by setting me up wrong in the system. I was ok and willing to let it slide as long as I was compensated and compensated in a timely manner. None of that is happening. Now I'm getting HR involved to get to the bottom of this.

your ex reads it and can track down your up coming vacations. it can only lead to no good.

ugh.. no crying on vacations. there has to be a rule about that.

hook ups yes, slutting it up a bit yes, crying over ex boys no.

We all know of my celebrity interest (that's code for im a little bit too interested in any thing trashy and celebrity). In any case when I discovered My heritage face recognition I was sold. What it does is scan your face and then tells you what male and female celebrity you resemble. Now let's face it (no pun intended), this program is 100% useless. Have you ever been like "Gosh I wish my computer would let me know what celebrity I look like because I can't figure it out myself". No. And if you answered yes to that email me because we may be soul mates. In any case I apparently resemble both:


Jessy McCartney/Who I resemble if I was a boy with highlights and looking to be in a boy band


Jessy McCartney/Who I resemble if I was a boy and 14 yrs old and trying to be sexy


Selma Blair/Who I resemble if I was hot and had black hair


Selma Blair with bff Sarah Michelle Gellar/Who I'd resemble if I had a friend who looked like Sarah Michelle Gellar. But I can't stand the 3 name celebrity thing so in reality Id never be friends with Sarah Michelle Gellar.

My office make out partner was in the office yesterday. I had decided that our shenanigans were going to end. However that plan didn't seem to work out quite like I envisioned it. It went something like this:

office boy: so im still slutty and i don't want you to think im a jerk because im not.

moi: blah you're only 10% jerk and 90% irresistible.

office boy: ok so lets meet in the supply room and cop a feel. Ok?

moi: awesome, i'll meet you in there.

us in supply room groping at each other like a bad spanish soap opera.

ugh. but secretly i love it, i can't help it.