desert island essentials

What seems like forever ago (it’s been two weeks), I saw this sort of desert island survival needs post from Steph and I thought that it was different and I should try to narrow my picks down to one. Maybe two. You know what, let’s just see where this goes. I think it goes without saying the main thing I’d need is a way off the island. I hate most social interaction just as much as the next guy, but eventually, I’d need to shower and not have to worry about a monsoon wiping my little hut right off the island. i’m really not made for this, huh?

sidenote: since they’re asking what movie/tv i’d choose, i’m going to assume there’s a small hut with electricity (and plumbing, air conditioning and refrigeration.)

Food – don’t do this to me straight out of the gate. how can I choose between bagels, greasy Chinese and my mom’s eggplant parmigiana? Also, grilled chicken caesar pizza, regular pizza, fries, restaurant specific delicacies? Now I’m stressed. And hungry.

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Snack – cheese and crackers? grapes? watermelon? cereal? i’ve thought about this answer for about 10 minutes. whyyyy?

Drink – Diet Coke with ice and lemon, hands down. but also, lemonade, iced tea, and iced coffee.

Clothes – it’s a desert island, does it really matter? i’ll go with shorts, tee shirts, and unlimited underwear because i have a thing about underwear.

Accessory – sunglasses

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Beauty product – moisturizer, assuming there’s some sort of plant i could easily make into soap.

Luxury item – a bed with a mosquito net.

Books – i’ll just bring my kindle and internet/amazon access.

Music –  spotify, please. although, i could never go wrong with boy bands, 90’s/early 2000’s music.

TV Series – HULU. I need them all. (if someone could get my 90’s only streaming service off the ground, i’d take that too)

Movie – NETFLIX. I can’t choose just one.

Binge Watcher

So, what would you bring/want waiting for you?

Let’s discuss!


britney never after

It’s late and I have to go to bed, but not before I get this off my chest.

Lifetime – what the hell, man?

I’ll accept the travesty that was Beaches. And that one cut me to the core. But this Britney Ever After trainwreck? ABSOLUTELY NOT.


I don’t know who’s running the show over there but I think their position needs to be re-evaluated.

Britney Jean Spears is an icon. AN ICON I TELL YOU!

Has she fallen from grace a bit? Sure. I’m not as big of a fan as I was back in the day. Does that change the fact that she WAS pop culture from 1998-2003? Nope. I stop it at 2003 because, in my opinion, that was her prime time. After that, Kevin showed up and she faltered, then we all know what 2007 brought. So I’m sticking with 2003.

One sign that you should have paid attention to that this movie should not have been made, or at least shelved until the right time, was that you obviously didn’t have the rights to any of her music. Considering she’s a singer, this would have helped. Ok, so you “worked around” that issue. Surely since you don’t have to worry about the music, you’ll ace the costumes, right?

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She kissed Madonna wearing white lace lingerie with white lace gloves and pearl necklaces. Not some satin tube top number. UGHHHH. Also, the denim outfit was a dress, not a jumpsuit. COME ON. EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS.

Speaking of Justin (sort of), what the hell were they thinking? A dance-off to end the relationship? Not likely. Does Lifetime not realize how important this relationship was to millennials? They still love each other, they’ll come to their senses one day. sorry, jessica biel.


I don’t buy her texting Kevin for a divorce, but given the storm that was coming, I wouldn’t put it past her.

Britney was Queen of the VMAs, hands down. By all means, Lifetime pay this fact no attention. Dark performances, that pesky music issue, THE COSTUMES (sorry, i can’t get over this.)

They didn’t even mention Crossroads, not that I was fully listening.

If Britney doesn’t sue, Felicia surely should.

All of this being said, I truly feel bad for the actress that plays Britney. I don’t know why I just do. It’s her first big role and it’s getting trashed on Twitter. I’d be devastated. Hopefully, she’ll land herself a CBS sitcom.

I have to go to bed now. My childhood is hurting.

Did you watch? What did you think?


2017, are you listening?

It’s Friday, so here are five things.

What better time than just past the middle of February to make a list of things I’d like to see in 2017? These aren’t resolutions, so it’s fine. Right?

2017 – I’m going to need a few things. You listening?

A new “We Didn’t Start the Fire” – I  was watching Billy Joel’s WDSTF video and thinking back to when I heard it live at Madison Square Garden. It’s one of my favorites from Bill. With all that’s going on these days and all that’s gone on since the original came out, I think it’s time for BJ to update and re-record this classic.

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A streaming service dedicated to 90’s television- ONLY 90’s television. And movies, maybe. I live in a state of nostalgia and love when I catch a good Designing Women marathon. I would readily pay my $8.99 a month to have every 90’s gem at my fingertips. No matter how obscure. the encyclopedia of 90’s sitcoms i have in my head is ridiculous. try me. I recently found out that the Hallmark Channel plays “The Father Dowling Mysteries” on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Praise be. I need a little more of that on my life. I’d even pay a little more if they threw in some commercials to the mix. WHO CAN I TALK TO ABOUT GETTING THIS OFF THE GROUND? Kickstarter?

A spinoff of The Gilmore Girls featuring only Paris Geller- Come on. We all know she was the best part of that revival (minus Jess, of course) and quite possibly the entire series. Liza Weil is being wasted on How to Get Away with Murder as Bonnie. I keep hoping she’ll snap and transform into Paris. Then I feel bad for typecasting and I power through. From what we saw in the revival, Paris has more than enough going on to make a series out of. She’s divorced, so she could navigate the dating scene or try to get back with Doyle. Will she ever be able to keep a nanny? How is she as a mom? Will she ever use the upstairs of her home? Maybe she’ll just move out of the house, hilarity and snarkiness ensues. The possibilities are endless! The spinoff would also need a little bit of Emily, the Queen of Hartford. And maybe Rory, but only if she brings Jess. Otherwise, no thanks.


Get rid of shipping fees- I may have mentioned this here before but it bears repeating. I HATE shipping fees. And return fees. And taxes. Anyway, I just got an order in that I paid $15.99 in shipping fees for. Turns out that some items have to go back and they want to take $7.50 off my return as a return fee.


Yea so, I would like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I never asked to be a part of. Why am I paying for you to take back things that I’ve tried on once? Isn’t it bad enough that the item doesn’t fit or just doesn’t look right?

a better way to online date – listen, online dating is what it is. Sometimes it works, sometimes not so much. I re-signed up for Bumble a few weeks ago and was immediately reminded of why I stopped using it in the first place. Bumble is known for having the cream of the crop men. They’re smart, good looking and have good jobs. Great. Perfect. So you swipe, swipe, swipe hoping for a BOOM. And if you’re me, the BOOM never comes. Sometimes I’ll swipe left (to reject) on someone who seems great but I know will also swipe left when my profile pops up. Why? Well, partly because my profile wasn’t filled out until recently and two, and I don’t know how to say this without word vomiting it out – most men don’t give me my body type a second look. there, i said it. And that’s cool; to each their own. I mean, I too base my swipes on the picture more than the profile sometimes (it’s natural) so maybe I should just take a seat. I just feel like there’s got to be a better way. Out of the maybe 5 BOOMs I made, two wrote back. Of those two, one just wrote back to tell me how much he hated the app. um. ok. I tried to steer the conversation in another direction – ANY other direction- and he wouldn’t bite so I gave up. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m just lonely. Maybe I’m too single. I don’t know. Short of having a dating website/app that prohibits pictures, there’s got to be a better way. Unless that way is putting on pants and leaving the house. hard NO. (i kid, i kid) Sidenote: for my fellow Bumblers – have you found “celebrities” on there? I saw the founder of Tumblr and Vinny from Jersey Shore (totes swiped right on him, tbh. no BOOM though.)


Woo.. that went on longer than expected.

Got it, 2017? Let’s make this happen.

What would you like to see in 2017? Let’s discuss!


thank you for being a(n internet) friend!

If you’re reading this as soon as I get it posted, then I’m sorry for being kind of late. If it’s tomorrow morning or later already, then where were you?

I noticed on Twitter that today is Internet Friends Day. So, I’m here to celebrate you! Quite frankly, I would have given up this space a long time ago if it weren’t for the people who read, comment, share, like my posts. Well, those who do that and who I don’t know in real life. Hence, internet friends.

Thank you for liking my tweets, following my Facebook/Bloglovin’ and double tapping on my Instas. Thank you for allowing me to do the same. I could be a real creep sometimes. Thank you for not making me feel like a dork when I leave a comment.

I’m what they call a “perfect blogger”. I post regularly, I have fun, thought-provoking, well-written content. I share that content on all forms of social media. I always know what to say and how to say it. I don’t harp too much on a certain topic, I don’t overuse gifs or commas. AND I’M NOT SARCASTIC. AT.ALL. Perfection is something that one must work on so if I had to pick one thing that I could work on, it would be commenting on other people’s posts. What (I think) I’m trying to say is, if I comment on your posts fairly regularly, you’re in my blog tribe. My blog besties, if you will.

This is where I’d insert pictures of us doing fun things together if I had any. But I don’t so I’ll just leave this here. And, if you’re so inclined and want to photoshop me into a picture with you (or vice versa), send it to me and I’ll add it here later.I’d do it but I’m lazy and not that talented.


Anyway, here’s to all of you! Thank you for being a(n internet) friend!

i know this post makes sense in a “technical” way, but i also know what i said didn’t match what i wanted to say and it, to me, came out a little thrown together. i’m not going to stress over it because it’s late. even though i love you guys, there’s always next year.



coming at us from both coasts, so to speak

I had another post planned. Actually, nothing was planned, I just didn’t expect to write this today. So don’t expect another, funnier, less political post is what I’m saying.

So, we’ve all seen the toxic cesspool that Facebook has turned into since the election. Normally, I’ll ignore it. Especially since in real, non-internet life, I like these people. They’re friends, family, family friends and I’m usually able to separate the two.

However, today I saw two things that made my normally 98.6 degree blood boil. Interestingly enough, they came from the same person. Before I get into it, let me set some of the scene. There are people that I am friends with on Facebook that even I don’t know how they got there. Some I probably shouldn’t have asked/accepted in the first place and some I should delete, but honestly, I can’t be bothered. That being said, the person who knocked me over the edge today was my friend’s grandmother.

First I saw that she had commented on a post that was congratulating Betsy DeVos on her appointment as the new Secretary of Education. barf. The comment she left was “Congratulations. Make America Smart Again!”


HOW? HOW IS SOMEONE WITH ABSOLUTELY NO EDUCATION EXPERIENCE GOING TO “MAKE AMERICA SMART AGAIN”? HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW? I would love to be enlightened. And, smart AGAIN? The only time we stopped being smart was when we elected that rotting tangerine. I say “we” very loosely because I had nothing to do with that decision.

I put my phone down for a while but lunchtime rolled around and I was scrolling again. This is when I saw a status from the same person saying “Don,t they ever get tired of demonstrating? Get freaking life already. Who cares what u think.”

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actual gif of me reading that status.

THEY’RE DEMONSTRATING BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU! People who are so intolerant, so close-minded, so uninformed. They’re demonstrating against the bullies and the incompetents that you’ve put into power. So, no. They won’t get tired of demonstrating. Some of their freaking lives depend on it.

To be fair, I know that some people who either voted for Trump or who support him aren’t intolerant, incompetent or uninformed. I don’t think those people have Facebook accounts, though. Or, they are capable of having an adult conversation/debate with someone who doesn’t agree with their views. Also, I know that there are people like this on both sides of the fence. I saw a picture of someone at a protest (I’m not sure which one so I might be taking this out of context) with a sign that said something like “Don’t hire veterans. They’re already broken” or some other nonsense. I find that wildly inappropriate. The shitstorm is coming at us from both coasts, so to speak.

Is there a way to fast forward to a time when we’re through this tantrum the country is going through? Or maybe rewind to simpler “President Bush mispronounced a word” times? Let me know.



repeating history

Has anyone seen Graves? No? Well, you should. It’s about a former president, who was named the worst president in US history. He made some bad decisions and policies during his presidency. Now he’s seen the error of his ways and wants to make amends with the country. Or, at least the groups of people he may have wronged. It’s got Nick Nolte, Sela Ward (yes, I’m 65 years old), Skylar Astin and Ernie Hudson. It’s on Epix. You can get season one On Demand.

*just a note: from what i’ve heard about the show, Graves is supposed to be a mix of the Regan and George W. Bush presidencies. meaning, typical Republican presidencies. the subject matter may ring true to what is going on literally as we speak, it’s not based on the giant tangerine in office right now. he is not a typical Republican. there’s nothing typical about him.

Anyway, in episode 2, President Graves is doing an interview with a left leaning reporter who used to drag him through the mud during his presidency. He admits that he was wrong about immigration, quoting George Washington.

“I had always hoped that this land might become a safe and agreeable asylum to the virtuous and persecuted part of mankind, to whatever nation they might belong,”

Well, shit.

I don’t think I have the mental strength to organize my thoughts about the protests at JFK (and at airports all over the country). I’m just going to say that it’s a mess. An epic shitshow. Like, detaining an 18-month-old and a newborn (who are American citizens, might I add) EPIC.SHITSHOW. TSA agents in tears because they don’t have the answers EPIC. SHITSHOW. (i got this info from twitter, so take it with a grain of salt, i guess. either way, ESS)

Also, I saw this on Twitter and actually got chills.

Kind of makes you think, right?

Like, when our biggest problem was that our President had almost died after choking on a pretzel. Or when our vice president shot a friend in a hunting accident. (Bush and Cheney, in case you forgot)

You know what they say about history – if you don’t learn from it, you’re doomed to repeat it.

memories of Mary

I don’t know how to start this without going full depressive on you guys so just bear with me. Yesterday marked 16 years since my grandma passed away. It was in the back of my mind all day and I waffled back and forth if I wanted to write anything. Some things are just personal, ya know?

Anyway, she’s gone 16 years which means I’ve known life without her longer than I knew life with her. (sorry, that went a little heavier than i anticipated). Luckily, the 13 years I did get with her provided me with so many memories.

Like the time when I was about 9 and my cousin was about 7 and we had a sleepover at Grandma Mary’s house. My grandmother was a night owl. She used to stay up late and get up late. In the morning, we decided that we weren’t going to eat the cereal that was left out for us. Nope. We decided that we needed to make pancakes. We were flipping our first cake over, and thought we were in the clear, when my grandmother stormed into the kitchen, hours before she should have been up. She yelled at us for using the stove without her, that it was dangerous. We tried to tell her we had it under control, but we knew we weren’t getting away with this one. It was the first and last time any of us got yelled at by her. To this day, my cousin and I say that those were the worst pancakes we’ve ever eaten.

Or when I would spend quality alone time with her. We would walk over to the shopping center near her house. We would get a slice of grandma (fresh tomato, fresh mozzarella, and fresh garlic. omgggg) pizza and a Cappuccino Blast from Baskin Robbins. We’d sit at her dining room table, the right way – faced front, knees under the table, eating and talking.


She loved Mallomars and Chinese food. not together, of course.

She wouldn’t drink coffee from a styrofoam cup because it made the coffee”taste different” so she carried a real mug in her purse, just in case.

She had this thing about not being able to watch shows where she felt the main character was ugly. For example, she wouldn’t watch Law and Order SVU because of Mariska Hargitay. My mom can’t watch Giada DeLaurentis for the same reason (“her mouth. there’s something off about her mouth and i can’t watch her!“)

I could still hear her saying “oh. what a sin” when something was unfortunate. Like, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds dying a day apart:  ohhh. *sigh* what a sin *shakes head*

When she gave THE LOOK, the world stopped. THE LOOK means business. Luckily for me and my cousins, she passed it down to my mom and her siblings.

She was feisty, our own little Sophia Petrillo. One of my favorite memories of my grandma goes like this. When I was in elementary school, if the weather was bad or if it was too cold for us to be outside, we were dropped off in the school’s auditorium. My mom needed my grandma to take me to school for a few days, for whatever reason. The door of the auditorium was manned by one of the moms from the PTA who took no shit (i would be in so much trouble for using that word) guff. You dropped your kid off, waved and left. #byefelicia. I was a nervous kid and liked to look back to see if my mom was still there. She never was because the door mom would ask her to leave after I was with my class. The first day my grandmother dropped me off, I looked back once and she was still there, waving and smiling. I looked back again and saw her little head looking for me over the crowds. We made eye contact and she waved. She was able to stay until we were taken to our classroom by our teacher. I don’t know how she did it but I like to imagine that she either told the door mom that she wasn’t leaving or she found a space where she went unnoticed, making her totally able to buck the system.


She was an excellent cook. My mom has almost perfected her eggplant parmigiana. I say almost because hers will never be my grandma’s and mine will never be my mom’s.

She liked The Price is Right. Plinko was her favorite game. They don’t play it often, but if I catch it when they do, it makes me smile.

She hated surprise parties if they were thrown in her honor. My mom threw her one for her 60th birthday and she didn’t speak to her for a month afterward. I told you-  feisty.

As I get older and as they get older, I see A LOT of my grandma in my mom and her siblings. Sometimes it’s a little thing, like how my mom says parlor (i have to get to the beauty paaahla, my hair is a mess!), or when my uncle starts talking to himself and makes thinking noises. Sometimes it’s the feeling in the pit of my stomach when either I get or I see my cousins get THE LOOK. Either way, it always makes me smile.

I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I got to spend more time with her. I’d probably curse less, know how to cook more. I’d probably do more word search puzzles to unwind while watching Jeopardy, who knows.

To wrap up, I miss this little lady all the time. My mom told me once that after my grandfather died, my grandma went to a bereavement group. They all went around the room saying how as time passes it gets easier. When it was her turn my grandmother told the room that it definitely does not get easier. As a matter of fact, it gets harder. Boy, was she right.

Thanks for listening!


weekend update: burgers, shakes and statues

I don’t do weekend recap posts often, but when I do… they’ll be here. I actually did things this weekend and since I have some time to write about them, I figured, why not?

Lisa’s birthday is next week but being the busy adults we are, we penciled in plans for Saturday night. Jessica’s landlord is a producer on Saturday Night Live and as a birthday surprise, Jess was able to score tickets for her and Lisa to see the show. The host was Aziz Ansari, who we happened to see as a special guest at the Comedy Cellar. He used some of the same jokes in his monologue and I felt special because I heard them first. so ha! Nicole and I met them for dinner near the studio at Bill’s Bar and Burger, where I got the most delicious cookies and cream shake and an equally delicious burger complete with smoked mozzarella and some sort of BBQ bacon sauce.

It’s a big year for us. We’re turning 30, and as of September, we are celebrating 25 years of friendship. 25 years. Our friendship is a functioning adult. We aren’t, but our friendship is.

After we finished dinner, we left and unknowingly entered Gotham. The fog was so strong, it ate the top half of 30 Rock. I wanted to wait around and see if we could catch a glimpse of Batman, but I was concerned that the Ben Affleck version might show up so I carried on with my night.

After we dropped Lisa and Jessica off at SNL and after a failed vlogging attempt by yours truly, Nicole and I headed for the train since we both had to work the next morning. If you weren’t aware, the Women’s March was held on Saturday in cities all over the world. Naturally, I was looking for stragglers at 10pm, when the event ended at 4.That’s my middle name – day late, dollar short.

A quick word on what’s going on out there. First, I believe in marches like the ones held on Saturday. They were non-violent, people came out en masse, and the participants got their point across. I am so disappointed in myself that I didn’t give myself the opportunity to get out there. Second, the vile tweets, memes and posts that are connected to the women’s march hashtag are shameful. There are a handful of people on my Facebook feed that have made the most asinine comments about the women involved with the march, calling them ugly, stupid, fat, disgusting, etc. WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?! Not only is it not true, but pretty, smart, skinny, desirable women don’t need/already have rights? (actually, i think i just found a topic for someone who organizes their thoughts better than me to write about. the privilege of the skinny, pretty girl.there’s just so much to be said.) All of this being said, I guess the bottom line is the problem with today is everyone thinks their opinion is the right one and the only one. Myself included i guess since here we are on my blog.

Moving on.

On our way to the train, Nicole and I passed the big LOVE statue on 6th Ave. On the ground around the statue were signs from the march. JACKPOT. If I wasn’t going to find a protest, this was the next best thing, in my opinion.

I threw my camera at Nicole and had a photo shoot with one of my favorite signs. I should have picked up a few of them but there were people waiting to take their own pictures in front of the statue. I didn’t want to be rude.


sign: Ok we get it. you won. now GROW UP.

That sign, for me, was directed less at Trump and more at Facebook. Well, those select few.

I had put my sign down and was walking away when a man told me to pick it up again. “Me?” I said. “Yea, you”, he replied. And just like that there is someone in this city who I don’t know from a hole in the wall with my picture on his cellphone. Too bad he was old enough to be my father and I think he was with his husband so, there’s always next time.

We got home just in time to see the cold open for SNL. I stayed up to watch Weekend Update and then I was out like a light.

Sunday morning while I was at work (ugh.) I got a phone call from my cousin telling me that they would be in Brooklyn if I wanted to meet for dinner. Not one to say no to a good roast beef sandwich (Brennan and Carr, FTW), I accepted. There are no photos because I forgot and because sometimes the best foods aren’t the prettiest.

Now I’m relaxing, hoping this Nor’easter that we’re supposed to get tomorrow keeps the people away from the office. Sure, it makes the day drag, but I have a book to read.

What did you get up to this weekend? Did you march? Tell me all about it!

Currently, I’m…

I think, since I haven’t really done one in a while, I’m going to fill you guys in with a Currently post. I know you’ve been absolutely dying to know what’s going on in my mundane life.

Reading: Well, actually, I just finished it but, Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy. I really enjoyed this book. I don’t normally read YA fiction. Unless it’s really good or really (really) hyped. Not that my preferred reading of chick-lit is so high brow but, I digress. Dumplin’ is actually Willowdean Dickson. She’s a sassy, smart, self- proclaimed fat girl. She’s from a small town in Texas, where her mother is a former pageant queen who now runs that same pageant. Long story short, in a moment of defiance, Willowdean and her band of merry misfits enter the pageant. Chaos ensues. There’s a love triangle, which I, surprisingly, really liked. Probably for the same reason that I like the story of Hairspray – the cute guy is attracted to the fat girl. Anyway, bottom line is, I totally recommend this one. And, I hear that there’s a second installment coming in 2018!



click here to check it out on Goodreads!


Listening to: I’m not really into podcasts but, like YA fiction, I’m willing to make exceptions. I’m still a big fan of the What Say You podcast from Sal and Q of Impractical Jokers. They haven’t posted in literally forever, but I’m holding out hope that when they come back from their UK tour, they’re ready to record. The other podcast I’m into is the Boys Don’t Like Funny Girls from my blogging bestie, Libby. Love The Bachelor and pop culture (amongst a million other things)? this pod is for you! She’s funny and smart and full of snark. Thank me later.

Thinking about: Speaking of podcasts, I’ve been thinking of starting my own. I have the name and everything. Then I think about my voice and that idea gets put to bed. Also, I’ve had this blog for just over 3 years and I still can’t get myself on a regular schedule so I can’t imagine being consistent with podcasting (podding? casting? whatever.) What could I possibly talk about? I’d have to arrange a co-host every week. Then there’s the question about microphones and software and all of that noise. ugh, work.

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Still thinking about: I toyed around with possibly not bringing this up, but, meh. My blog, my rules. I really wish Meryl Streep didn’t make a political speech at the Golden Globes. Now, here me out. I know that politics are part in parcel to pop culture/current events and that’s how these award shows stay current or whatever. It’s a shared experience that connects us, the non-famous to the stars. I get it. I’m all for freedom of speech and I’m ALL FOR Meryl. I probably have mentioned it before, but I have a deal with my mom that if Meryl ever showed any interest in adopting me, I’m going. That being said, when Viola Davis (who looked amazing in that yellow gown) was introducing her and getting ready to hand her the Nelson Demille Lifetime Achievement Award and they played the montage of performances that made up mama Meryl’s illustrious career, I got a little ferklempt, to be honest. Finally, Viola Davis invites mom up to the stage and I’m so happy for her and I’m waiting to hear about how she loves what she does and she does it for the fans, etc. But, obviously, that’s not what happened. To sum up this ramble, I think what upsets me most is the backlash. My Facebook feed has turned into a Meryl Streep witchhunt. Speaking of, my feed has gotten so filled with vitriol from both sides that it’s really distracting and disheartening and pretty disgusting. Anyway, I just wish there was some sort of unwritten rule that at award shows, we stay on the topic at hand, which would be honoring the movies, music and/or television shows and the people who made them. Also, never let Jimmy Fallon host any award show again. #BringBackTinaAndAmy

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Worrying about: The heat at my first job has not been working for the last 3ish days. Tuesday was brutal. I sat in my coat all day, which thought of makes my skin crawl, and I was still frozen.(sidenote: i think this is illegal that my boss didn’t close the building and if it is, just let the record show that when the AC inevitably breaks in the middle of a heatwave and it’s 90 degrees outside and about 105 inside, she doesn’t close then either. #justsaying) Yesterday wasn’t too bad, but I also wore layers, which I never do since I’m usually warm. With that shock to the system and the weather being crazy (it’s supposed to be in the 60’s today. In JANUARY. IN NEW YORK. not that i’m complaining, though) and with both my roommates parents just getting over colds, I’m afraid I’m going to get kicked in the ass with a monster cold. And the fact that I haven’t gotten a flu shot yet is dancing in the back of my mind.

What have you been up to lately?

Let’s discuss!



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