So sad Alix left. You know when you make that first trip to Dairy Queen months (or days, depending on your willpower) after 'dieting' and you just say fuck all and order a medium cookie dough blizzard make with chocolate soft-serve and a diet coke? (you have to justify the ice cream, duh.)
There's that first bite and your mouth just doesn't know what to do with itself. Alix is that sensation of delayed satisfaction ... that favorite thing you don't even know how much you miss it until you have it again. And then you woof it down and it's gone and you know it's going to be another six months before you can justify it again? That's Alix. She's a blizzard. Apparently, a 'magical' blizzard.
On a completely seperate urban note, I have a cougar crush on Chris Brown (who didn't know that one) and I actually like Flo Rida's music. Gross.
Besitos de Besckstasy.
XOXOXOOXOXO
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
A really stellar compliment
I was called a "magical person" last night. What an awesome compliment. Heading back to Portland today. Not exactly as pumped on it as I thought I would be.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Layla's Journey: Accounting for my whereabouts because I'm a burnout
Ok, this is a selfish posting that's really more like what I'd jot into a journal, but don't have one. I just want to be able to remember how I spent all my time, and it just gets blurrier and blurrier, and super fun times get overshadowed or over shadow regular fun times. Run on sentence. No apologies, since no one is probs reading it anyway.
Sunday 14th: Becky's then Bayside
Monday 15th: Struggles' p.m.
Tuesday 16th: Mike DiMotta's slumber party. Beers and Little Shop of Horrors. Forest Hills looks like the inside of a snow globe. Beeyooteefull.
Wednesday 17th: Cards with assorted D-Gen. Scobee goodness with Eric.
Thursday 18th: Went into the city with parents. Shopped with mom, met with dad, visited the tree. Such a nice tree. Make it nice around the tree make it nice. Downtown to eat tasty Middle Eastern food. Then to 394. Rad fucking time. Probably the first time I was totally relaxed and all over enjoying myself. Funny commie pictures taken. Late night trip to Don Dons.
Friday 19th: Vegged out and slept all day since it was blizzarding. Necessary, to make it to UES and mini-McGill reunion. Great to see the 3711 St. Dominique crew. Good good whiskey filled times for the second night in a row. Taxi ride back to the Hobes, passed out past 4 again, and slept soundly.
Saturday 20th: Snuggled with kitties, my how they've grown. Trip to Brownstone with Janus and Beckstasy, hatched seemingly innocent plan to go to Secaucus. Dealt with pre-Xmas lunacy, attempted and failed quick getaway. Sad times for Jane's car. Quick quick quick getting ready and whisked away by the amazing Tiffanie. Visited her stellar man and sweet as pie pigdog. Then back to 394 for impromptu gathering, as freezing weather and a wise former roommate convinced us all that traveling to Manhattan was foolish. Good times had though some strange hostility permiated the scene. Visited Don Dons again, and again passed out. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Sunday 21st: Brunch with Dara at Freemans. Man I've been pissing through money, almost like I have it. Bounced around LES for a little bit and picked up some necessary NY cheapie items. Travelled back to Bayside, snatched parents car, off to see the Fagans and their newish daughter. What an awesome little kid. Too precious, too much fun. Sure to be trouble. Back to the city to see Struggles and bonus Damon. Fun times viewing Twins. Man that movie is appauling, yet totally addictive.
Monday 22nd Woke up sore, sleeping on couches sucks. Back to Bayside. Kelly Kapowski says hi. Picked up Jomo, Monday noon and Jamaica Queens funking. (Sorry it's in my contract as a douche from LI). Off to Great Neck to see Anna and Steph. Very fun. Back to Bayside, chowed with the rents. Whisked away by a kindly and wonderful young gent for the quintessential Long Island pre-Xmas date. Through careful and keen cooperation, we navigated Roosevelt Field successfully and made it out alive. Very very super nice and awesome fun evening. Really. Super awesome.
Tuesday 23rd Headed to Rahway to see my main bitch Beckstasy. Then we tackled the Jersey Gardens. Dined at Chili's, as per duh. I wish I could miniaturize Becky and carry her in my pocket at all times, because she really does make everything better. Yay.
Wow I'm all caught up. Not much time left here and I'm a lot sadder about it ending than I would have expected at all. Well, there are no guarantees my flight will even get me back on Friday. We shall see. Not really sure which way I'd prefer it.
Sunday 14th: Becky's then Bayside
Monday 15th: Struggles' p.m.
Tuesday 16th: Mike DiMotta's slumber party. Beers and Little Shop of Horrors. Forest Hills looks like the inside of a snow globe. Beeyooteefull.
Wednesday 17th: Cards with assorted D-Gen. Scobee goodness with Eric.
Thursday 18th: Went into the city with parents. Shopped with mom, met with dad, visited the tree. Such a nice tree. Make it nice around the tree make it nice. Downtown to eat tasty Middle Eastern food. Then to 394. Rad fucking time. Probably the first time I was totally relaxed and all over enjoying myself. Funny commie pictures taken. Late night trip to Don Dons.
Friday 19th: Vegged out and slept all day since it was blizzarding. Necessary, to make it to UES and mini-McGill reunion. Great to see the 3711 St. Dominique crew. Good good whiskey filled times for the second night in a row. Taxi ride back to the Hobes, passed out past 4 again, and slept soundly.
Saturday 20th: Snuggled with kitties, my how they've grown. Trip to Brownstone with Janus and Beckstasy, hatched seemingly innocent plan to go to Secaucus. Dealt with pre-Xmas lunacy, attempted and failed quick getaway. Sad times for Jane's car. Quick quick quick getting ready and whisked away by the amazing Tiffanie. Visited her stellar man and sweet as pie pigdog. Then back to 394 for impromptu gathering, as freezing weather and a wise former roommate convinced us all that traveling to Manhattan was foolish. Good times had though some strange hostility permiated the scene. Visited Don Dons again, and again passed out. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Sunday 21st: Brunch with Dara at Freemans. Man I've been pissing through money, almost like I have it. Bounced around LES for a little bit and picked up some necessary NY cheapie items. Travelled back to Bayside, snatched parents car, off to see the Fagans and their newish daughter. What an awesome little kid. Too precious, too much fun. Sure to be trouble. Back to the city to see Struggles and bonus Damon. Fun times viewing Twins. Man that movie is appauling, yet totally addictive.
Monday 22nd Woke up sore, sleeping on couches sucks. Back to Bayside. Kelly Kapowski says hi. Picked up Jomo, Monday noon and Jamaica Queens funking. (Sorry it's in my contract as a douche from LI). Off to Great Neck to see Anna and Steph. Very fun. Back to Bayside, chowed with the rents. Whisked away by a kindly and wonderful young gent for the quintessential Long Island pre-Xmas date. Through careful and keen cooperation, we navigated Roosevelt Field successfully and made it out alive. Very very super nice and awesome fun evening. Really. Super awesome.
Tuesday 23rd Headed to Rahway to see my main bitch Beckstasy. Then we tackled the Jersey Gardens. Dined at Chili's, as per duh. I wish I could miniaturize Becky and carry her in my pocket at all times, because she really does make everything better. Yay.
Wow I'm all caught up. Not much time left here and I'm a lot sadder about it ending than I would have expected at all. Well, there are no guarantees my flight will even get me back on Friday. We shall see. Not really sure which way I'd prefer it.
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