• Today I will mostly be trying to make Time my bitch.

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    July 26, 2014
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    Close-Ups on Detail of Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman costume for Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice

    Okay, the heels are weird.

    But I am pretty encouraged. This looks like a Wonder Woman who kicks ass.

    It is SO important to SO many people that they get this right. I hope they understand the responsibility they have to people, not just women, all over the world.

    Okay, but I still don’t know how to feel about Batfleck. Not gonna lie.

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    The Lady of the Manners, gothiccharmschool, reading The Raven. When we told her about this month’s Mister Ghost Parcel, she sent us this wonderful video.

    Having met madam, Atticus is convinced her email was sent with a flurry of hand gestures and delightful noises.

    Lady Venters is a cloud of night floating on pink twilight, a pleasantly haunted icon teaching us all fantastic lessons about feathers, big skirts, grace, and the pleasures of embracing one’s cliches.

    Atticus is not wrong about the email being sent with flaily hand gestures and squeaks of glee. Because this month’s Mister Ghost Parcel has the theme of The Raven, which is a thing of spooky joy! 

    Such amaze, much fantastic, so love, wow.

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  • Today I’m mostly editing and reflecting on the manner in which two people I care about are sometimes treated like shit because assholes mistake their politeness for I don’t know what. And I realize this is why I go out of my way to be so utterly nasty to society’s shitstains.

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    Hastings on Hudson and why living here sucks: landlord edition

    Two days ago, landlord Peter Capuano finally called my husband back after a year of ignoring calls and texts, saying he would call him this morning to return $1,000 to him. My husband gave him first month’s and last month’s rent upon signing a lease Jan. 2012 and unfortunately paid the last month again.

    Since then, he’s been trying to get in touch. After finally confirming that he would bring a check over and promising to call today, Capuano of course did not. My husband had to call him and now Capuano is saying that he spoke with attorneys and doesn’t have to give that money back.

    This is now reason #78654 why we cannot wait to move the hell out of  Hastings on Hudson. 

    Got any landlord from hell stories? I know you do. Share away.

    Linked is a NY Post article about Capuano, who also owns the one pharmacy in town.

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    July 24, 2014
  • Today I will mostly be eating leftovers. And making some life choices.

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    July 23, 2014
  • Sometimes I like to unwind by sending curse-laden messages to obvious scammers on Craigslist.

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  • It’s too easy to let work consume every last cell. This is my insignificant revolution.

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  • Breaking into a sweat while struggling to get your boots on in the morning is no way to go through life.

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    March 16, 2014
  • Two rolls of toilet paper and the longest 9-5 ever

    This is not what I signed up for. For months we’ve been watching time pass, slowly and quickly, as I struggle to not work long hours for entry level wages and we both cope with the ridiculous apartment in the crap town in which we live.

    Today, we spent too much money on four bags of groceries. And despite the fact that the place was packed with workers stocking shelves and parents and their seemingly multiplying children who make getting in the fucking while screaming and screeching way a motherfucking art form we still ended up holding just two rolls of the brand of toilet paper we use.

    Only two left, you see, despite the fact that the workers are always stocking the shelves and there is always something basic missing — like milk, cheese or toilet paper.

    Yes, it’s nice to not have to ride the subway at all. I ride Metro North now, and walk to the office, which will be relocating when the lease is up. Who knows when that will be. But I would endure the 7 once more if it meant feeling like a drink and not having to race because the store is closing at 7:30 or 8 or even 9. If I could say, hey, I don’t like this Laundromat anymore — we should try the one over there. Hey, it’s 11 p.m. and I just realized we need milk for tomorrow morning. Or hey, let’s go to this bar instead of that bar because they have that potato leek soup we love. 

    I’m tired. We are both at the ‘something’s got to give’ point. And it doesn’t help that I seem to be stuck in figurative quicksand at work. We’re tired of feeling stuck. And all it’s done is infuse me with patience and wanderlust — a dangerous combination.

    Is this the beginning of the end I knew was inevitable? Oh, you fickle and wicked city. I tried. I tried with all my heart.

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    February 10, 2014
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Flooding crisis hits the Thames as political row worsens and Environment Agency warns that “hundreds homes likely to be flooded”. Read today’s summary
Above: A girl and her dog get around by canoe in Datchet, Berkshire. Photograph: Andy Rain/EPA


    Flooding crisis hits the Thames as political row worsens and Environment Agency warns that “hundreds homes likely to be flooded”. Read today’s summary

    Above: A girl and her dog get around by canoe in Datchet, Berkshire. Photograph: Andy Rain/EPA

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