in a nutshell

that god damned song

as many times as i get frustrated with my job it sure beats feeling obligated to read school-wide employment emails. i used to scan through desperately, most of them mindless sales associate jobs at the mall. various malls. it feels good to delete them without opening, sans guilt, especially after a long day at the office.

also if i had a dollar for every time i heard O.A.R.’s “That Was a Crazy Game of Poker” at a bar….

i might have lied.

various likes at the moment. from a distance.

• various 90’s hip-hop; favorites  include Nas “The World Is Yours” + Wu-Tang “C.R.E.A.M.”
• Stoli vanilla + pineapple juice + grenadine. tastes like pound cake.
• photo-therapy
• iPod touch. best christmas present ever, after a slew of multi colored Urban Decay eyeliner. <3 Lauren.

that’s it for now. it’s 19 degrees today in Philadelphia, and i had beer tears (or should they be called Stoli Vanilla tears?) at the bar i frequent last night.

MOVING

i am a copy cat and moving Tragedy of the Commons to Tumblr

kparente.tumblr.com

january twenty something

motion graphics

i wonder why i pay (using this word quite loosely, considering i haven’t paid a dime yet) so much money for college when all this information is CLEARLY on the internet. my teacher’s thick accent loses me, and i find myself googling “Flash help” and “what is a key frame?” more and more. Firefox answers me quicker and with less attitude than my teacher, and does not sigh and offer to “do the whole thing over again, again”.

phototherapy

taking refuge in happy lights, sleepovers, birthday cake flavored lip balm, and transmission fluid.. lots of transmission fluid.

i don’t do too much talking these days

every day is still the same as every other day. i only tell you because, i don’t know exactly who you are. you could be anybody. maybe school will break up the monotony, but then every week will be just like every week.

i might feel better in March; St. Joseph’s day cakes and Easters spent with younger cousins and White Zin are my personal ques for springtime.

okay i get it, let me think, i guess it’s my turn.

i keep waiting for life to ease up, but it’s not bad to begin with. i thought my life would be perfect after finals, after i finished Christmas shopping, after Christmas was over. it is December 27th, and now i’m thinking maybe it’ll ease up after New Year’s.

instead of wishing for more, i’ll try to be content with what i have. it’s been a rough year but i made it out with barely a scratch. my brother’s engaged and his fiance’s over-sized solitaire reminds me that i might not find someone i really like for a few years. for now i’ll learn to accept and maybe appreciate the shameless dudes who are solely DTF, and on the contrary, the gentlemen that couldn’t hold my attention if they were on fire.

in the meantime i have the middle aged regulars that brighten my day (and sometimes soothe my ego) with their blunt comments and occasionally too-long hugs. it’s nice to hear “you’re so beautiful!” from someone who’s not your mom, even if they are 50, married, and on their fourth or fifth Coors Light pint.

PS- this is not to be mistaken as an admittance of desperation. i got my own.

not today

“When you take revenge on somebody, you are actually paying them the highest compliment possible. It’s like saying, “You’ve affected my life to such an extent that I must reciprocate. I must affect your life as deeply as you have mine”. Revenge may be the ultimate Hallmark card.”