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« on: June 02, 2009, 02:26:27 AM »
Near where the 49ers play? Alice Griffith projects. Not nice, but not the worst neighborhood I've ever seen. Not by a longshot. The projects make my top 10 (probably top 5, but most of the development towns in Israel will hit that level after ten more years of neglect) but the surrounding area, not so much.
goalie--i am sorry i have been delinquent. your pronoun heads up was GREATLY appreciated. I always feel so bad when I @#!* up, even though who could possibly guess correctly more than half the time on this stuff about what's preferred? Lordy lord. Haven't met your buddy, though.
In any event, I am more sympathetic to my friends whose parents used to come pick them up at my best friend's house in NE philly and say, Oh, this isn't so bad. (Although this also explains why I never invited people over. Even paranoids have enemies! They really were coming home and being like, omg, mom, Dash lives in the GHETTO! Omg, private school. Thanks for the edumacating, @#!* you very much for everything else.)
My parents moved, also, and I miss my shithole of a house. We had rosebushes, one with white roses that smelled f-ing spectacular, kind of spicy, not at all powdery or "rose"y, but like spicy, woody honey, and a little bit of green stem coming underneath. Will have to go and steal the roses when I am home next.
Anyway, Philly is f-ing badass. This makes me feel cooler. I will accordingly stop being so hard on everyone who is a poohpooher re that and New Haven. I now see that not everyone has the kishkes for grit/*&^%. Partly I think I do because I'm oblivious. I think the bus stop I was at two nights ago was like right in the middle of the Tenderloin and I barely noticed. I had to check it on a map today. Like, oh, I guess she was a hooker, that makes sense, those shorts didn't really look all that comfortable.
I should be kept in a cage at the zoo.
zomg stir crazy. bedtime. Have to videoconference with a client by myself tomorrow AM. Am stressing about what to wear, hair, makeup.
thoughts on vests as officewear?
« on: June 02, 2009, 01:40:00 AM »
Also? The more I see of "bad neighborhoods" in other cities, the more I think A) Philly is a shithole (but a lovable shithole) and B) I grew up in a way worse neighborhood than I had thought, previously.
ALSO ALSO: no trees in San Francisco. WEIRD. I miss them. This always happens with the trees with me, though.
« on: June 02, 2009, 01:35:55 AM »
I have had psychotic ragweed allergies since 6th grade. Claritin worked for ~2 years. Then Zyrtec through high school and a smidge of college before that stopped working (I f-ing LOVED it, though). Now I do Allegra, Flonase, and otc Actifed if I'm still symptomatic. My doctor also sometimes forgets which meds I am on and switches it up with Nasonex blah blah or whatever else she has in the samples closet. But if I am good with my regimen, I can start up again in like mid-July or even later, and make it all the way through Halloween without a serious attack. When my meds aren't working, I go through a box of tissues in 40 minutes (my high school teachers were always amazed--at the end of 3rd period, I'd need a new box) and my eyes would swell up. Hott. So a good regimen is essential for not having a bad life 25% of the time as a baseline. Anyway. Allegra.
(Guess how I found out I had allergies? I went camping, late August, with a not-so-good-friend whom I nevertheless liked a lot, and her family. I ended up frigging unable to breathe, sleeping in their minivan, or rather trying to sleep, and ending up reading The Stand with a flashlight. Or possibly the dome light. Which could have drained their batteries, now that I think about it. Like I didn't already ruin their vacation. My parents were away when I got back, so the friend's mom dropped me at my grandma's, and my grandma was like, holy *&^%, kid, take a look in the mirror. My whole face was swollen. You could barely see my eyes. I don't think I looked normal for nearly a week. My parents were semi-horrified when they got back. Me, I was just grateful to be back in central air.) (Somehow lost touch with the friend after that. Sigh.)
(Also? I have a relatively nice singing/speaking voice but could never audition for *&^% in college because the auditions were always right when school started, i.e. when my respiratory system rose up in protest against me. Allergies made me go to law school, y'all.)
Oh, except I don't get drowsy from medicine. I think I took too much Dimetapp as a kid and it turned off my "get drowsy" reflex. I can even take a Benadryl before class and not fall asleep. Well, it depends on the class. Once I fell asleep after taking Benadryl but it was JEWISH ETHICS, SPRING SEMESTER my SENIOR YEAR for chrissakes. It was a miracle I was ever awake in that f-ing class. So if you get drowsy on the regular from meds, I can't vouch for any of this shteeze anymore.
/more than you ever wanted to know about my allergies
« on: June 01, 2009, 12:31:29 AM »
Yes! Housing found! Suitcases packed and transported with ensuing bruising of legs, feet! Job begun and stressed over, endlessly. TV affirmatively NOT watched (on account of sublet not...having any furniture in the living room--or the bedroom for that matter; all my t-shirts are on hangers, and it makes me feel like Cher in Clueless, but without the neato Macintosh computer program--"MISMATCH!"), and meals not had with another soul since the Thursday before last, when had.
This is a small city. I went out of the house this morning to go to Walgreen's to buy a pair of scissors and some candy, seriously, I was wearing my new gladiators which kind of rub at the back of my ankle, and then I just kind of kept walking and I ended up by the water, wandered around Fisherman's Wharf, trekked all the way to Tourist Trap Central (Pier 39) but was rewarded for my intrepidity (word?) by the sea lions at the pier. One was napping and had an enormous, pink, unmistakable boner. In his sleep. Happy sea lion dreams I suppose. Another, after rubbing up against another for like five minutes in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, woke himself up, scooted kind of but not all the way to the edge of the dock, and proceeded to piss and *&^% all over his back flippers (fins?) for over two solid minutes, with some but not all of this dripping off the side of the dock. At the end of this awesome, awesome process, said sea lion, with said *&^% all his back half at this point, climbed on top of his napmate, *&^% going everywhere, and went back to sleep.
Apparently bf had a similar week with Boo back in Boston, primarily in terms of *&^% going everywhere (dogwalker/sitter left the treats too close to the edge of the shelf; intestinal pyrotechnics followed for two-plus days). Can't really say as to the boner.
Also, I have discovered why Sienna Miller wears her skinny jeans tucked into the straps of her gladiator sandals and other shoes. It is because they are f-ing giving her a blister and that is the only way to get relief when one doesn't have a spare pair of shoes handy.
« on: May 31, 2009, 11:46:28 PM »
J--thinking of you. Best to you and yours.
« on: May 31, 2009, 11:45:20 PM »
I don't think law school is much like high school at all. Then again, I don't have to take Bible and Jewish Ethics in law school, so that could be the big difference.
« on: May 27, 2009, 01:52:13 AM »
I think it may be b/c CA is falling apart before our very eyes.
« on: May 27, 2009, 01:44:51 AM »
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« on: May 27, 2009, 01:08:10 AM »
« on: May 25, 2009, 11:02:05 PM »
Last year we all showed up in bus. casual + (so, like a work dress instead of skirt + sweater) and our boss was wearing like an acetate-y, almost a going-out shirt, and was all, guys, I TOLD you it was casual here. No shorts. That's the outer limit.
And then I had an awesome summer and occasionally wore jeans, a t shirt, and an American Apparel hoodie to my high powered legal job.
Query: if my general dress code is bus.cas., and tomorrow is orientation in the AM and then meeting my atty and starting work, I don't need to wear a suit, right? There's no way he's gonna want me to do anything in court on the first day, right?
The issue is that my black work bag broke at the aeroporto last night, and the work bag I have is the anthro bag, which is A) brownish and B) not so appropriate for court, but okay (if a smidge flashy) with the work outfit I have planned. I was going to go get a new one today but I couldn't get to the mall. Stupid muni not coming. And the local thrift store didn't have anything. sad face.
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