“His sister, Megan, was like him that way. Beautiful and smart, she’d intimidated most of the boys she’d ever dated. For a long time, she had flitted from one guy to the next, but not out of vanity or flightiness. When he’d asked why she seemed unable to settle down, her answer had been straightforward: ‘There are guys who grow up thinking they’ll settle down some distant time in the future, and there are guys who are ready for marriage as soon as they meet the right person. The former bore me, mainly because they’re pathetic; and the latter, quite frankly, are hard to find. But it’s the serious ones I’m interested in, and it takes time to find a guy like that whom I’m equally interested in. I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?’”
—The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks (via quote-book)
August 2010
Stormy Weather
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Etta James- “Stormy Weather”
Photo Project Showing that McDonald's Hamburgers Don't Decay →
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Next time you think “McDonald’s hamburgers aren’t THAT bad,” think about this article.
A woman started a photo project where she photographed a McDonald’s hamburger and fries for a year. It’s about halfway through, and everything basically looks like it did the day she bought it. Scary.
And then there’s the issue of fast food joints and GROCERY STORES using pink slime (fatty beef trimmings treated with ammonia in attempt to kill E. coli) in their ground beef.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Anne Hathaway?”
—Who knows if it was total bullshit or not— it still made my night.
On my way to...
- picking up my little puppy, who I miss even more after catching the second half of Marley and Me
- being all obnoxious and cuddly con uno muchacho
- watching yet another epic episode of True Blood
sleeping inwaking up early to do laundry for the first time in weeks- working towards a 4-day weekend
Life is good. (Free wi-fi in SFO is better.)
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First name: Brittany/Brit/Boobs Canasty
Gender: Lady (though some may debate that title)
Age: 24
Birth date: July 15th
Place of birth/Current place of residence: born in Tampa, raised in Tampa, tried living in Tampa, escaped to Los Angeles
Heritage: Dad was born in Cuba, mom in Tampa. Throw in a little Italian, Spanish, and Arabic, and you’ve really just got a mutt who acts way more white than she is.
Siblings: See if you can keep track of this… a younger brother, a way younger half-sister, an older step-sister, and a younger step-sister (one step- from each parent’s remarriage).
Parents: They’re around.
Pets: Dakota— aka the cutest/sweetest dog alive (I will not be otherwise convinced)
Marital status: Enjoying my 20s, which for me means not being married.
Sexual orientation: I like the dudes (although my dad thought I was a lesbian in high school because I, unlike my siblings, was smart and ordered pick-up instead of delivery).
Tattoos/piercings: No tattoos, 1 piercing in each ear. Permanence, in most forms, terrifies me.
Glasses: Since I was 6. Contacts since I was 12. Lasik when I’m… 25?
PC or Mac: Once you go Mac, you never go back.
Mobile phone: Blackberry Bold 9700
Do you believe in ghosts? Ghosts as in mental/emotional remnants of our past that stay with us? Yes. Unsolved mystery-esque floaty things that knock down shit and spook people? Not a chance.
Do you believe in UFOs? Not in the cornfield-sighting sense. But statistically speaking, there’s a pretty good possibility that there’s something somewhere in the universe besides us.
Where have you traveled? 8 countries in Europe, Mexico, and 16 states
Favorite Baseball Team: YANKEES!!
Favorite Football Team: I could care less, but I’ll claim the Bucs for the sake of choosing.
Favorite Food: Pancakes— but I honestly eat everything that doesn’t contain whipped cream, squid, or animal organs.
Favorite Drink: rum-n-diet-with-lime (aka a Cuba Libre… but ordering that sounds ridiculous)
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“I always tell people, “Hit the ground running. Pay your dues. Do what you need to do, and then ideally you have some other skills you do on the side.” Rather than focus on what you’re doing during the day, you need to focus on what else you are doing. In my case, I wanted to be a writer, but I wasn’t writing at my job. How was I going to fix that? Since I wasn’t working at a magazine or a place to get promoted, I wrote for free. I freelanced wherever I could. I started a blog. I went to literary-magazine parties. I spent the rest of the time working on myself, especially if you hate your job and you don’t want it to define you. You need to find things that do make you happy.”
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How to Master Your First Entry-Level Job - Newsweek
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This is why, after next week, I will have worked 21 days without a weekend/day off/moment to breathe.
My boss is wearing a shirt that says "Uranus is cold and icy."
In case you needed more of a visual, my boss is a 69 year old industry legend who, on any other day, considers it Hawaiian Shirt Day.
“That’s what sucks about living in L.A. Now every time aliens invade Earth, it’s always us or New York that gets invaded.”
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Jake, after the preview for Skyline, complaining about the plights of living in a big city.
Of the (very) few things I don’t like about L.A., being the possible site of an alien invasion never came up as one of them.
By 9am today, I had:
- swam laps at the gym*
- housesat/watered plants/fed the abominable cat for one of my bosses (and took 3 tomatoes from his plant… which is how I’m being paid for housesitting)
- went to Whole Foods to buy some non-shitty food for this weekend’s work trip
2 years ago, I would’ve laughed in your face if you requested my presence before noon (I never had a class before 11am all 4 years of college… and even that was early).
P.S. Swimming is the best time-strapped workout ever. I felt more worn out after 20 minutes in the pool than I have after 20 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes with my trainer combined.
*Hey Michael Phelps’ Brazilian cousin… stop making me look bad with your endless laps of butterflies. I’m struggling through freestyle. Also… your speedo told me more about you than I could learn on a first date. Thanks.
“Sorry for the delay in response. We had a riot at the prison.”
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Part of an e-mail I received earlier today.
I think as far as excuses go, we can move this one to the “valid” column.
I'm pretty sure this is how Paris Hilton was tricked into filming "One Night in Paris." Maybe not.
- Jake: So are we going to see a movie or are we staying in?
- Jake: Or are we going to shoot a movie, edit it on our Macs, and then screen it?
- Jake: All I'm saying is, my iPhone has a good camera.
- Me: Sorry. I do HD only.
