I miss my boyfriend sculpture

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Originally uploaded by almondprincess.

Okay--picture 12 of these over-sized security men staring at me all day long in the Spring of 2004. When I worked full time at the sweet sweet reception desk, we had an amazing installation from the New Zealand artist Michael Parekowhai in the Lobby. He was inspired by a 3am meeting with his brother at Burger King. Apparently his brother worked as a security guard and looked like these lovely non-confrontational sculptures/boyfriends of mine. (Sigh). I still miss them.

As far as anonymous goes--1) You aren't so anonymous-Paul Whitney. 2) The english language is constantly evolving and soon all y'all bitches are going to spell ascerbic like me.

The bad news is I can't figure out how to post on this fucking blog unless I do it through flickr. The good news is you'll get to see lots of pictures of me this way.

Today, I applied for a Battlestar Galactica Mastercard. Oh, yeah, I'm totally geeked out. I watch SciFi channel and BBCA until I can't see straight. But only, the really goey shows: Footballer's Wives, Hex, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, Doctor Who, made for tv movies with flying reptiles.

But the sweet geeky Mastercard will also let me transfer my balance with no interest for 6 months and I may get the first season on DVD of Battlestar Galactica as a free bonus. Life is good after all.

My niece broke one glittery fish magnet that belongs to my roommate. I'm going to superglue repair it. That's a pretty small amount of carnage-- and fixable. She also slept in my bed one night, woke up at 5am and said something unintelligible. It turns out she said "Tissue please." I understood it the second time and gave her a tissue. Her father then came in and scooped her up to go sleep with her parents. It turns out, the poor princess had a bloody nose, because my apartment is so dry. Very impressive and must take after her mother as she was very mannerly about the whole situation.

My grandmother tried to teach me to say Thank you and please and it didn't stick so well. I was served some vegetable while visiting them in Florida and I said "I hate it!". She said, "Sarah, you should say thank you or please." I replied: "I hate it, thank you very much."

SubwayBee vs. Urban Outfitters

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Originally uploaded by almondprincess.

Or, really: I Can't Work My Own Blog. I've decided that if I want more than 32 people to view my blog, I've gotta put some photos on my profile. However, I can't figure that out this afternoon and I have to go do battle with Urban Outfitters. I have managed to figure out how to add photos to my blog postings though.

And, I have been callous/shameless with the proliferation of Friendster non-date stories. They represent over 2% of my total blog entries. So here's the photo backstory: This is my halloween costume last year. SluttyBeeWoman. I was on my way somewhere. I think I was going to see a band that I hated in the Meat Packing District.

Urban Outfitters had beautiful sari material on sale for $14.99 at one store. Then at another store they were $29.99 on sale. But they said they have the same prices at all the stores. Now I'm seeing a table one place for $9.99 and $19.99 at a different store. Wtf? I mean; it's a good price either way, right? I'm trying to Feng Shui my apartment and especially my bedroom, so I'm hoping to hang bright sari material draped on the walls and it also makes really great curtains.

It's now time for the Open Center, but, I have to somehow get to Urban Outfitters to buy a $19.99 table and then down to Spring Street by 6.30pm. Maybe I'll wait until tomorrow. That's what I said yesterday too. Open Center volunteering is sucking away my free time, which is probably good for my credit card bill.

I'm off to buy a black pepper chocolate "oreo" cookie from Dean & Deluca. They are so good. Little Red Hen Bakery has them too. They call them Love in the Clouds cookies.

Does forthcoming Single Awareness Day decorations disturb anyone besides me? It is everywhere! Save me! I almost want the Christmas music back.