Last Thursday I was going to post and the post would have looked like this:

I heart boys. Office make out boy is back today and brought in cute little gifts for moi. And by gifts I mean the free swag from his first class flight back to the US. Also I got a scarf that apparently is going to help me attract the Euros come winter time. Also the bad spanish soap opera continued with me being bent over the desk at one point. So bad, yet so good.

Then I was going to post on Friday, but instead I got drunk after work. In any case the post would have looked like this:

I do not heart boys. Office make out boy has some sort of new ignoring agenda going on and I do not approve. I understand the whole need for secrecy, but come on. Regan and Castro had more communication during the 80s then we had. To top it off as we were leaving the building he just crossed the street with out so much as a later gator. I have hurt feelings.

Saturday rolled around and again I didn't post because instead I got drunk. The evening started out with a little smoke in the park with a snack of pico de gallo. It was down hill from there. By the end of the evening we had left a burlesque club in disgust because of the lack of boobies and were recounting out first anal sex experiences. I'm not sure how a bunch of girls with such sweet looking faces can be so utterly filthy. I was going to use the adjective raunchy there, but once you bring in anal sex I believe you must then begin using filthy. Then I got home at 5am.

And I was going to post on Sunday, but you know the drill. I got drunk instead. After a very sparse 5.5 hours of sleep I awoke to meet the gang for brunch in Inwood. An all you can drink brunch. I got drunk again. Then we bought the newspaper, sat in the park and smoked (or should I say the usual smokers smoked) and ate ice cream. It was so fun.

And now it's Monday and I plan on staying sober for at least 2 days in a row. Below are some pictures,courtesy of resident photographer Bauwhore, from Sunday.


Carolyn was out till the wee hours. Can you tell?



Eamon and Cate were not out till 4:30am. You can tell. They look happy.


I'm drinking to ward off a hangover.


What a good looking group of kids.


This is Emily "Bringing the Sexy Back" as Justin Timberlake would say.


Walky walk to the park.


This is my evil "Want some ice cream little boy" face. It's also my "It's Sunday and I'm burnt" face.

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.