Why Anytime? Whhhyyy?

After a ho hum diddly day, I've got nothing but Tex Mex chilli nachos and tacos in my head from the el cheapo New Taco Express (owned by Asians... I suspect Chinese, but I may be wong). Then the thoughts of hummus and fresh pita bread pop into my head and I realize I'm starving.

So I'm literally racing up my steps, get the mail and wait impatiently for the elevator to bring me up just three stories when I notice that Anytime, my favorite late night spot in Williamsburg is sending out spiffy looking flyers listing the menu, prices and {sniff, sniff} location and hours.

Ughhhhh.. Will everyone now be at my favorite late night spot where I meet cute gay hipsters and very hot Asian women (I'm totally straight, I just like to look for my very horny Puerto Rican friend who's jonesing)?

Shame on you Anytime. ... but oh that warm pita bread and hummus!

Snap, Crackle, & Pop!

I can't take it! The crinkly blue wrapper with those cute elfin fellows (Snap, Crackle and Pop) has gotten a hold of me. The sweet, sugary marshmallowy smell clogs my nostrils and I love it. I do. Nothing is better than chewing a chew bar and receiving a large sugar high. I don't know where my love for the sweet confectiony goodness came from. I never cared for them when I grew up. Particularly because sugar was banned from my house. The only time I got close to sugar was Raisin Bran or Honeycombs.

While working at Rodale... I've been pinching pennies, and lunch is on them! Lucky for me the serve up the healthier persuasion, yet for some reason, Fig Newtons and Rice Krispies are on the 'good for you' list. After my obligatory 8 oz V-8 and yucky oatmeal (on the HOUSE!) I had a rice krispie treat for lunch.

... and 4 more after that.

I'm Baaaaaaaaaack

So I'm back to writing. I had a momentary lapse in, well NOT writing because I had become blinded by a boy. Well now that I have no longer any interest in that thing called Love I am back to focusing my time on more important things... Me and my never ending search for the perfect job.

I must tell you this search has had its high and lows. There is nothing I want more than to stop the search, yet I kind of enjoy my "freelancing" at different publishers. I get an alright paycheck, use of the company coffee machines (Hazelnut and French Vanilla fan) and at Rodale I get yummy oatmeal and rice krispie treats... woot.

Bleh. The worst part... interviewing for internships, that I know will get me out of this hell hole of temping. Oh, I mean freelancing.

Fashion Haters & Boogie Down with Brooklynites

Um, yep. I do lurve this girl. Why? I couldn't tell ya.

BTDubs, MATT AND KIM TONIGHT!!

@ the Bowery Ballroom. Get your dancing shoes on playa!!!

-the nakedbuppie

Finger Lickin Good ... Or Is It... Claw Lickin Good?

Ughhhhh... my eyes can't believe it. Rats?!? In the West Village? I thought those weren't allowed there. Only banned to Harlem or something. Anyway if there is anything you could possibly give up for Lent or FOREVER, it should be fast food... at least after you watch this breaking news! report from the CBS NY Affiliate, WCBS. So sit back and relax, prop your feet up and get the popcorn (or maybe a paper bag to vom in)!

*Thanks Consumerist!