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Author: gingerFriday afternoons most worker bees are elated at the prospect of a full weekend of non-work. TGIF and all that. But I often experience a melancholy at these times. 48+ hours of emptyness scares the hell out of me. What am I going to do with myself until Monday morning at 8:30? I’ve already bitched enough in this space about how there’s nothing to do in Philly, so I’m sure you as the reader are quite aware of that fact. The reality of it for me is that I haven’t planned one thing to do. I’ve given up trying to fill my time with meaningless shopping trips, social outings with acquaintences, etc. So now, I’m left with mostly nothing. Weekdays don’t present much of a problem, since by the time I get home, feed my face, and watch some meaningless television, the night is gone and it’s time to sleep and repeat the cycle again the next day.
But not tonight– Friday. I don’t have to go to bed at a reasonable hour, so that’s no excuse for sleeping the night away. It’s a difficult task trying to come up with something to do to occupy my mopey little self for the chunk of time in the near future. So I’ll get in my car, fight the traffic home. Put on my Tinkerbell pajamas, eat some junk that I’m passing off as supper, and wait out the time until when my brain will allow me to fall asleep.
Just like I have done on many Fridays in the past. Just as I will do for the Fridays in the foreseeable future.
sometimes it’s the little things that get you.
Author: ginger|
I have been friends with a girl named “Martha” for a while now, but even though I go
out with her a lot, there are some things I don’t like about her. A silly little one that annoys the fuck out of me is this: We play Quizzo (pub quiz) at a bar in Phila. Every week, the guy who runs it gives a “question of the week” in advance…so if you know the answer you come into the night already up one. Well any monkey with an internet connection can usually google to find the answer. So every week when emails are going around between our group of friends (acquaintances?) seeing if everyone is going, Martha always responds by giving the answer to the question of the week. Like she’s so fucking smart or something. Okay that’s all. Just had to get that off my chest. I hope I never told her about this website. |
meme assignment
Author: ginger|
This was passed to me by Todd, in what I suspect was a last ditch effort on his part to try to jumpstart this blog back into life.
My nickname: Twinkie, Cherry Cola My hometown: small town in South Jersey but I’m currently auditioning for a replacement My team: Philadelphia sports teams have a rich history of sucking, so in all my years here I’ve never grown attached to any one in particular. But if I have to pick one of them, I’d say the Phillies because I’ve been to a bunch of games and generally enjoyed it. My themesong: “Cherry Cola”, obviously. Actually, it would probably be “American Girl” by Tom Petty… My drink: Surprisingly, not Cherry Cola because I really don’t drink soda. Iced tea, seltzer, chocolate milk, pink lemonade in the summer. My occupation: attorney My sparetime: sitting around and bitching about being bored living here in this area while taking no real steps to induce a change. Oh, and reading Pink Is The New Blog. My hiding spot: my “cave” as my sister affectionately refers to my room in her house. My book: I don’t quite understand the question– what I’m reading now? Favorite book ever? I’ll take it as the latter, which is clearly a nearly impossible question to pick an absolute favorite. There are so many wonderful books that I’ve read in my adult life that it would be too impossible to choose (though if pressed, it would be “Middlesex” by Jeffrey Eugenides). But I’ll kick it old school and say this — Favorite book of ALL TIME? “Oh, What A Busy Day!” by Gyo Fugikawa. I looked at this book over and over and over again as a child. I can’t exactly explain why this stands out, but I’m sure it has a lot to do with the unusual animation. My hero: Madonna. I haven’t been into her music for a while but it amazes me that she’s been able to reinvent herself so many times over so many years and still be truckin’ along as hot as ever. (Oh and I am assigning this to Carm, and anyone else out there who still reads this blog.) |
