$5 increments are evil.
Some of the things I can get -
a beer
another beer
a sandwich
a latte
new shampoo
eyeliner
three-pack of gum
chapstick
I think I spend at least 4 increments a day without feeling guilty, when I should. Motherfather.
Back on track.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Scope
Today's horoscope:
Think big when it comes to your professional goals. There are opportunities but not if you are chasing an impossible dream. Know your strengths and use what you've got to your advantage.
Doin' it.
Think big when it comes to your professional goals. There are opportunities but not if you are chasing an impossible dream. Know your strengths and use what you've got to your advantage.
Doin' it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Crabitude
Holy crap, I've been in a bad mood lately.
Toilet - see pun above
Leaking ceiling - {something clever}
Dudes - obvs
Roommates - don't leave me!
Job - rawr
I've been dealing with all the change by eating everything. Again. So tomorrow is my first OA meeting. Hopefully that and my new cardio regiment will get me back on track to being smiley.
Note: I still smile in crab-mode. Beware the pincers.
Moolah: got my last 0% APR credit card for balance transfers and worked some magic yesterday. I also mailed in my request to Discover for a lower APR. Jeez louise, they make it difficult. But - I.am.determined.
Hearts and rainbows and puppies and unicorns.
Toilet - see pun above
Leaking ceiling - {something clever}
Dudes - obvs
Roommates - don't leave me!
Job - rawr
I've been dealing with all the change by eating everything. Again. So tomorrow is my first OA meeting. Hopefully that and my new cardio regiment will get me back on track to being smiley.
Note: I still smile in crab-mode. Beware the pincers.
Moolah: got my last 0% APR credit card for balance transfers and worked some magic yesterday. I also mailed in my request to Discover for a lower APR. Jeez louise, they make it difficult. But - I.am.determined.
Hearts and rainbows and puppies and unicorns.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Everything Dies
I've made a number of life-changing decisions based on pop culture. NYU - Felicity. California - Green Day. Brooklyn - Type O Negative. And while this is definitely not the appropriate forum to discuss my love of Peter Steele, I'm going to do it anyway.
Those that have known me for a long time would probably describe me as chipper. Cynical, yes, but ultimately chipper. I listen to pop punk and squeal at puppies. I willingly watch Spongebob. I like to wear bright colors and smile when I complain.
But, there's a dark side. Not: I'm-going-to-lose-a-hand dark side, nor some trippy-Wizard-of-Oz high school bull shit. But it exists. It's hard to describe.
Type O Negative's music, albeit often trite or somewhat uninspired, resonates with this dark side. The rhythms are slow and heavy, like a good sob. The lyrics are fatalistic and romantic, when not just straight up retarded. And Peter's vocals reverberate through my heart. His howls hurt to listen to. I want to howl like that.
Type O Negative is not mine alone - they have millions of fans around the world - many of whom I got insight into when I interned at Roadrunner Records. But, still, Peter's death feels just as real to me as I would imagine the death of a friend would. His music helped me through some of my darkest periods and will no doubt continue to inspire me for the rest of my life.
Those that have known me for a long time would probably describe me as chipper. Cynical, yes, but ultimately chipper. I listen to pop punk and squeal at puppies. I willingly watch Spongebob. I like to wear bright colors and smile when I complain.
But, there's a dark side. Not: I'm-going-to-lose-a-hand dark side, nor some trippy-Wizard-of-Oz high school bull shit. But it exists. It's hard to describe.
Type O Negative's music, albeit often trite or somewhat uninspired, resonates with this dark side. The rhythms are slow and heavy, like a good sob. The lyrics are fatalistic and romantic, when not just straight up retarded. And Peter's vocals reverberate through my heart. His howls hurt to listen to. I want to howl like that.
Type O Negative is not mine alone - they have millions of fans around the world - many of whom I got insight into when I interned at Roadrunner Records. But, still, Peter's death feels just as real to me as I would imagine the death of a friend would. His music helped me through some of my darkest periods and will no doubt continue to inspire me for the rest of my life.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
History
As far back as I can remember, I've loved rolling coins. If you're wondering if that's the hip new slang for something taboo, you'd be wrong. And dirty. Shame on you.
When I was but a wee nugget, my cousin and sister and I would eagerly await Grandpa's visit with Pig Power, a game he had fashioned out of a cardboard soda can flat. Each circle had a monetary denomination on it, the highest being $1.00. He'd give us soda bottle caps to throw at the board, and being that I was the youngest, I got to stand a foot in front of the line. We'd walk away with no more than $5, but every penny had been earned.
As we got older, Grandma and Grandpa would toss their change in coffee cans and bring them to us. Katie and I amused ourselves at the kitchen table for hours as we rolled coins. We sang songs, told jokes, relived stories from Girl Scout camp, and got our fingers dirty with the thousands of coins that passed through them.
Decades later, I keep my own mugs full of coins strategically placed around my bedroom. I look forward to digging through my bag and tossing the dregs of the week's purchases into the pot. I only occasionally roll them up - the last session was to distract myself from a gallon of viscous laxative I needed to drink prior to a colonoscopy - but I have succumbed to Coinstar.
For old time's sake, and possible for therapeutic reasons, I'm planning a rolling session this weekend - party of one.
When I was but a wee nugget, my cousin and sister and I would eagerly await Grandpa's visit with Pig Power, a game he had fashioned out of a cardboard soda can flat. Each circle had a monetary denomination on it, the highest being $1.00. He'd give us soda bottle caps to throw at the board, and being that I was the youngest, I got to stand a foot in front of the line. We'd walk away with no more than $5, but every penny had been earned.
As we got older, Grandma and Grandpa would toss their change in coffee cans and bring them to us. Katie and I amused ourselves at the kitchen table for hours as we rolled coins. We sang songs, told jokes, relived stories from Girl Scout camp, and got our fingers dirty with the thousands of coins that passed through them.
Decades later, I keep my own mugs full of coins strategically placed around my bedroom. I look forward to digging through my bag and tossing the dregs of the week's purchases into the pot. I only occasionally roll them up - the last session was to distract myself from a gallon of viscous laxative I needed to drink prior to a colonoscopy - but I have succumbed to Coinstar.
For old time's sake, and possible for therapeutic reasons, I'm planning a rolling session this weekend - party of one.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
My new baby
You're all - WHAT?! Bitch got a bimmer?No, assholes. I got a parking spot. 302 - that's mine. It's $180/month, which is cheaper than parking tickets, and motivation to go to the gym.
Shut up. I drive to the gym.
When I go.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Retirement
By now, you may have noticed that I'm not financially savvy. The recent purchase of a PS3 is simply a splash in the ocean of my fiscal indiscretions. *ahem* Flowery language done.
However, I'd like to take the time to thank 2003 Kristen.
Dear 2003 Kristen,
Somehow, you had the foresight to start contributing to a 401K. And while your decision to contribute $100/paycheck was an easy one, where to put that money was not. You went the safe route. The really really stupidly safe route - bonds. As you hawked handbags and then hats, your little nest egg remained little.
And then the third apocalypse of the economy came down upon the many, wiping away retirement funds and stock investments alike. But not yours, 2003 Kristen. Your ineptitude at long-term financial planning gave you a cushion like no other. Your $16,000 bucket got hit by only a .5% reduction as the market plummeted.
I'm not sure how you did it, but cheers.
Yours truly,
2010 Kristen
Seriously - who is that lucky? I've since moved that account to a Hartford LifePath 2040, where the risk is bigger now but peters out over time. I'm averaging a 3% rate of return. While I realize now how much money I could have made investing properly from the beginning, the likelihood of it having been all wiped out anyway was pretty great.
Future Kristen, I've got your back.
However, I'd like to take the time to thank 2003 Kristen.
Dear 2003 Kristen,
Somehow, you had the foresight to start contributing to a 401K. And while your decision to contribute $100/paycheck was an easy one, where to put that money was not. You went the safe route. The really really stupidly safe route - bonds. As you hawked handbags and then hats, your little nest egg remained little.
And then the third apocalypse of the economy came down upon the many, wiping away retirement funds and stock investments alike. But not yours, 2003 Kristen. Your ineptitude at long-term financial planning gave you a cushion like no other. Your $16,000 bucket got hit by only a .5% reduction as the market plummeted.
I'm not sure how you did it, but cheers.
Yours truly,
2010 Kristen
Seriously - who is that lucky? I've since moved that account to a Hartford LifePath 2040, where the risk is bigger now but peters out over time. I'm averaging a 3% rate of return. While I realize now how much money I could have made investing properly from the beginning, the likelihood of it having been all wiped out anyway was pretty great.
Future Kristen, I've got your back.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Ha cha cha
I've taken to making strange quinoa concoctions on Sundays for the following week. Yesterday's involved a bullion cube, a lot of asparagus, and an onion. Good for me, cheap, and it'll make for an interesting afternoon pee when I've forgotten that I ate asparagus for lunch.
Mildly related: I've lost 10 lbs since I realized I had a problem with food. Here's to 10 more.
Oh, and S said I need to put more of myself into this blog as it's too watered down. So, here goes:
I was texting this dude (whatever, it happens all the time) and it's the usual back and forth banter - my back being way more witty than his forth - when I surprise-attack outwitted myself.
The scene: K in her cube, estimating FTE costs associated with writing annual energy efficiency reports. One eye is on the spreadsheet, one ear is fussing with Pandora, and the others are elsewhere. I don't keep track of them.
Boy: Well, ok then, I'll see you later.
K: Seriously, I can't stop texting. My stream of consciousness gets flooded if I don't let it out.
OK fine - not amazing, but come on! I didn't even see that one coming!
And scene.
Mildly related: I've lost 10 lbs since I realized I had a problem with food. Here's to 10 more.
Oh, and S said I need to put more of myself into this blog as it's too watered down. So, here goes:
I was texting this dude (whatever, it happens all the time) and it's the usual back and forth banter - my back being way more witty than his forth - when I surprise-attack outwitted myself.
The scene: K in her cube, estimating FTE costs associated with writing annual energy efficiency reports. One eye is on the spreadsheet, one ear is fussing with Pandora, and the others are elsewhere. I don't keep track of them.
Boy: Well, ok then, I'll see you later.
K: Seriously, I can't stop texting. My stream of consciousness gets flooded if I don't let it out.
OK fine - not amazing, but come on! I didn't even see that one coming!
And scene.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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