so today was the first part of our office’s move. pictured above, lol, will show our office on the left (now) and where we will be situated tomorrow (right). yeah, 5th floor. both corner offices, across from each other, lol.

so tonight was the first part of our move. we packed up everything in the afternoon and transported all the important tech stuff ourselves… i, running off of only about 5 hours of sleep was terribly exhausted after this. here are some pictures of our old office i took tonight.<3

after this whole moving debacle, i was waiting at the york street train station for a good half hour or so with no queens bound F trains coming my way… no warning that a train wasn’t coming or anything until four trains later… had to transfer twice to get my train home. such a pain. i was pretty much sleep walking…

i think i’m about to take a swig o nyquil to knock out since i woke up from napping at 8:30, worst.
haha! my mother called me mid-nap, i don’t know what we spoke about and i probably made no sense whatsoever. #best

a) rain sucks
b) humidity sucks
c) mta doesn’t function correctly when it’s raining

so i get outta work on friday, trying to get home as fast as i possibly can so that i can make a weekend bag and feed the cat… i’m out of work at six and don’t get home til seven… the F got stuck and then my bus never came… so i’m walking around sweating in the rain, and my hair turns into the biggest frizz ball i’ve seen yet this icky summer… and it’s up mad sloppy. so i change fast and go go go. i get the Q, that too is running like shite… i am forced watching this weird white dude eat a lemon pie and then wash it down with lemonade, GUHHH! (picture) i get out at 34th street and practically run to penn station… when i get to the time table, it says the port washington line is running on track 20. i have three minutes to catch the train.

i buy the ticket and run downstairs. train is empty. wtf? i sit down anyways and then some old lady starts complaining about a hamptons crowd… what is she talking about? i then notice my track has changed. i didn’t realize this and by the time i get to my track, my train is gone.

erica is so pissed at this point because we were supposed to be on the road by then, but her cousin she was driving up was late too… he at that point was later than me, so woo! i just told her it was out of my hands and i’d get there as soon as possible… got some mcdonalds… finally was on my way to bayside.

got there, got in the car, drove on up – sippin’ on a redbull. erica’s cousin michael started futzing around with my iphone for music, i get made fun of for most of the selection on my iphone anddd he says he doesn’t know 1/4 of it… still, he finds some things to listen to (mostly mainstream 80′s) and i put my head back in the back seat and stare up at the stars. i haven’t seen so many stars in ages. so pretty.

we get to the house and erica is embarrassed about her old bedroom. apparently it hasn’t changed since she was living there in high school.

first thing i find?…

which totally reminds me of “fear” when he carves NICOLE 4EVA in his skin (reference, lol) andddd then i just laugh at her for having that.

the next day was her family bbq/reunion thing. it was nice, lots of good food and company… my childhood friend jen wound up dropping by because she and her husband have a house there… she met erica from working at cascarino’s years ago. small world…

here are some pictures… look at the deer! they were all in her backyard! at one point, there were 3 of them. i only had my iphone to take pictures, so they’re not the greatest… still waiting on erica to send some to me. ha! there is a picture of erica in this batch! she never lets me take pictures of her, but i got one! she’s in the stripes, obviously, lol…

so pretty!

…so we left that same day at 9pm, got back to bayside at like midnight, and i missed my train by like three minutes. worst. so i go upstairs to ask someone for the time since my phone had died and i ran into one of steves friends and then a bunch of our mutual friends on bell… everyone asked me out for drinks but i was so tired and half asleep… just went back to erica’s and laid down til it was time to catch the train. commuted for another stupid hour to get home to my little oscar<3

i woke up at 7:45 on my own, praying it was much earlier than what it actually was so that i could close my eyes for another hour… but alas, it was time to get up. that 15 mins of going back to sleep would have killed me.

so i sat up, held my head in my hands for approx. 2 minutes… put hair stuff goodness in my hair, checked the temperature outside and twitterfox for anything that MUST be replied to ASAP and went on my way to the bathroom…

mom tried to make small conversation with me, but honestly after not speaking for a week over nothing… i’m not about to be the one to try to make things normal.

got ready within 15 mins, left 2 mins later than usual, had to run across francis lewis blvd… got to main street super fast (i was assuming there were many people off for good friday, and that’s why) and hopped on an express train. some guy was trying to get my attention, en espanol. thankfully i took a phone call and it bought a little time… then i tried to quickly get the earphones in but it did not work as expected. i get an “are you sleeping?” in spanish again and as i fumble to get the ear buds in, i get “what, you don’t speak spanish?” and i just glanced over when he started off with the “you’re honestly SO beautiful, are you american?” bit, lol… i just said thanks and put in my ear phones. hate that.

helped out some lost 18/19 year old kid @ 42nd street, seems like he doesn’t travel the trains much – he didn’t believe me that all orange line trains go to 23 ave… he let a B and a V go by and checked the big map and his iphone map like 89x before the F came…

no delancey street boy, however. i did see jason schwartzman again, lol. this time, i spotted him outside of my building in what seemed to be running gear, including a camo print hat. not even a cool camo print, it was like that weird digital camo i think. either way… this is the third time i’ve seen the boy and he ended up looking like he was trying to avoid confrontation. you know, i’m seriously never going to ask him for an autograph or a pic, i wish he’d relax… he was looking kinda cute today. he shaved and looked a bit on the tan side? i coulda have been imagining things, i had wind/tear in my left eye.

work went well aside from the fact that everyones website wouldn’t connect via FTP for some odd reason – a bunch of customers changed their ftp connections and didn’t tell us… hello…. how are we supposed to do custom work if we can’t get into your server, asses…

went to see the faint tonight with elle – they are so good live. they sounded PERFECT… they didn’t play sex is personal, boo. but they did have a sick set otherwise…

then we went to holiday cocktail lounge, strolled a little more and called it a night.

on the 4 train to grand central, i get some guy asking me where i was coming from, etc. he was all thugged out… i just kept nodding answers at him so i didn’t have to talk to him and then he started asking me about my pants.

says he likes them. says he wanted to know the brand…  i said i have no idea so i didn’t have to talk to him and then he asked me to turn around so he could “look for the label”.  seriously? lol. riiiiiiiiight. so i just told him the brand to shut him up…  he says he likes how tight they are and how the give me shape near my thighs/hips. lol. he also assumes i’m spanish (wtf?) and i told him i was a whitey and went on my merry little way.

home sweet home.
and about to hit the hay.

well today, they decided to make it local after it was pulling out of 74th and broadway. and the damn train was too packed to try to get out at the next stop to go back…   i wasn’t too late to work, just made it.  but still.

GRRR.

then they keep us @ queensborough plaza because apparently an express train BEHIND us had to pass us.

um. yeah. what?
how was there an express train BEHIND us?

i was stuck sitting next to some guy with the worst breath i’ve ever smelled who felt the need to keep coughing and breathing with his mouth open.  i wanted to cry.

my everyday, and things today…

my everyday:

(we’re the corner office with the windows open!)

my today.

woke up with my head in my hands again, just trying to face another commute.
tried to let oscar in, he was being a weirdo – so i kept him outside.

put my bangs up/back because they’re JUSTTTTTT long enough for a poof and the wind tore that shit right down, lol.  even hair sprayed to shit, they lasted about 5 minutes outside my door.

WORST!

was working on another religious website again, pretty much all day.  the case i have is 72 pages of coding to do.  god is going to punish me for finding entertainment in the pictures of deceased nuns.  (no they don’t show them deceased, it’s a memorial page…  lol.)  some are ADORABLE, and some are scary and/or funny…  i’ve gotta find humor in everything…

at lunch, i was walking with the wind (and shawn) and it made me run.  i was just moving enough to walk and i flew ahead of him.  the wind is no joke down by the brooklyn bridge between the buildings…  i mean, i know the wind was bad everywhere, but had i jumped while walk/running…  i may have blown away and perished, lol.

long ass commute home.
as i hopped on the F train, some teenage girl and her mom were sitting down and she looked at me and gasped and said “oh my god, that’s so hot!” and smiled at me…   i’m guessing she was referring to my septum.   the mother instantly looked at her like “yeah, right”.  i smiled and put on my ipod…

i’m finally home, and  it feels good.

i’m going to take out the garbage for my mom, and hop in the shower.
i can’t wait to stand under the hotttttt water for like ten minutes.
let is just wash my cares away.

then i’m going to watch dream a little dream, and hopefully fall asleep.

HE i.m.’d me and called me to hang out tomorrow…  who knows if it’ll even happen, or what will happen.  what will it be?  or will it be weird?  i hope not.  i don’t know what i hope for.

i wish the other one was around :(  worst.
twatever.

whatever, someone good will come along when the time is right.  for now, i guess i’ll have to just try my hardest not to care emotionally about anyone;  stay numb.  but that’s just not like me.

but i need some booty.

oh, life.

i took the adventure alone today, marilyn was MIA.

i always gasp for breath when i walk up my york st. station in the morning.  it’s 2 flights of stairs, a long/steep uphill ramp, and then 2 more flights of stairs.

the starbucks people always know what i want before i order it.

had a salad and a slice for lunch.
salad ingested at 1ish, pizza at 4ish.

got my wonderful co-worker about to have her baby any day now a gift card, had everyone sign it…  gave it to her and made her blush<333

avoided the bald dude who asked me out via xmas card successfully, again.

saw an extremely old tranny on the F train, she was putting on loads of make-up (including silver lip liner) still thinking she was fabulous at age 70…  she started winking at a 3 year old girl to make her smile while putting on her hello kitty winter hat.

walked passed the family singing in the tunnel in 42st/bryant park stop through to the 7 train.

sat between two “large” people all the way home on the 7, who apparently were pissed off that i have large hips/thighs as well as they do.

missed my bus literally, by two seconds.
one came like a minute later?  took the ride home with buzz and candy.
yes, those are my friends names. (well OKAY, truth be told – buzz’s real name is mike – but i don’t ever recall ever calling him that.) …he and i talked about our video store days.  he was one of my co-workers at west coast video.

coded a lot.

went to dunkin donuts, but they were closed. 30 mins early?!
i knocked on the window and batted my eyelashes, got the boy to open up.
got some flat bread jammy and a pepsi…

came home, heard howling.
saw two cats doing it on the porch next door.
they sounded like dogs, not cats. weirdos.
they heard me, stopped, and one went running across the street…  nearly got killed.

coding some more.
upgrading wordpress for jes.

got daisy to use her twitter via twitterfox. WOO!

was about to dye my bangs purple, but i think i need to bleach them more.
still debating.

and that was my night.

either way, i’m not happy with my PT adventures.

except for when you were around, turd.
it’s lonely around these parts