unhappy

i'm in a horrible mood that i can't seem to break out of. i feel put upon by everyone and it's getting harder and harder to take that crucial step back and calm down. i moved yesterday. i'm not too happy with my new apartment at the moment. it's filthy, one roommate has moved out yet so our furniture is competing for space. and there are vinyl floors. i forgot about those. I HATE VINYL FLOORS. i hate anything that's not wood... what was i thinking moving here??!

my life is so pointless.

went to Bar BQ in south Slope last... had a pulled-pork sandwich that was so juicy, my teeth are grinding just thinking about it. the paper dishes and plastic silverware aren't that appealing, but the food makes up for it, i suppose. super nice waitress who earned her 20%...

reading waiter rant hasn't changed my ways - i've always tipped between 15-20%, unless the service is horrible. but now that i've read his horror stories about crummy tippers, i feel inexplicably proud of myself. in a world where i eat meat, rarely give to musicians in the subway, and kiss rich board members' respective asses, it's nice to not feel guilty for once.

a first

new york is small sometimes and even though no one reads this blog ever i don't want to get anyone in trouble but let me just affirm that

Helen: It's just like kissing a guy.
Joan: No it's not.
Helen: No, it's not.

- "kissing jessica stein"

the girls

we won our softball game! this is hugely exciting, not just because i'm incredibly competitive, but because i'm incredibly competitive and we haven't won a single game yet. and we've played like six or seven. i mean, please.

so we won, and i ran back here and showered and got dolled up and joined the rest of my teammates at ginger's, a bar that caters to the less-than-straight persuasion. it was very fun, i hadn't eaten anything so got drunk very quickly, and then the shortstop and the center fielder and i flirted for a very long time. i'm not interested in the cf, but i have a crush on the ss - which i admitted to in the course of the evening. the ss was flirting more extremely with the cf, i thought, but we had a very interesting discussion on the walk home where she asked me more than a few times if i wanted to sit on the stoop and make out with her. which of course i did. problem? oh, she's 33 and married. so i walked her to her place where she went in and probably had incredible sex with her extremely hot wife. good times.

what a hot discussion, though. i don't think i've ever had such extreme mutual flirtation... even though it led to nothing. so hot.

windsor terrace shooting

they were shooting a kfc commerical on howard place this morning. i was too shy to ask and ended up calling the mayor's film office to find out - what a great resource! there was quite the setup for it just being a commercial, but i guess giant chains spend a fortune on these things... i'll have to keep an eye out. those craft services tables, though, that's where the action is.