Try the osso-bucco ... it's so good we call it the 'veal-shank redemption!'
Hiiiii LJ!
Goodness gracious me-oh-my! It's been a fortnight since I've written in this thing. Yeesh, so much for updating 3 or 4 times a week. Well, I'll add a asterisk to that last bit .. If I had a more exciting life, THEN I would've updated this thing more often.
Mmkay, anyway. Well, I'm working at Papa(papa) Razzi in the Merchant's Row Mall. PS - when was the last time anyone actually went shopping there? I took a quick jaunt around the place after an oh-so exciting training session, and there really is not one store bringing any capital into those four walls. There's a children's bookstore and a semi-cute cafe. C'est tout! Working in the 'burbs is going to be an adjustment after working in the big bad city. I feel as if I'm the misplaced cosmopolitan in a maelstrom of miserable suburbanites. I mean, Legals was never the thriving venue, but this place is dead as a doornail (if I'm to quote Dickens).
As I'm in the red, I need to start making real moneyz soon. Like, v. soon. Actually, can anyone lend me circa 12K? Thanks, that's so kind of you!! Ugh, I actually went to the BofA today to get some of my embarrassing charges taken care of. The man in the ill-fitting white shirt (with chic underarmour/wife-beater underneath) refunded $122.90 back into my accounts. But, just to show how negative I was (even more than my HIV status), I'm STILL $33.75 in the red. WHAT?! So, yes, back to making money...
On a random side note, I'm FB engaged to a boy I've never met. He's Val's friend from NJ. He and another one of Val's friends came up last weekend to visit her. Eric and I were going to head into town to meet up with them, but things just never happened to fall into place. However, because I'm a huge fan of drinking and going on facebook (yes, I know, I really should stop with that) he and I began talking and hitting it off. I know, honey, it's 1000% match.com/hilariously pathetic that we meet via the FB. We're planning on hanging out sometime in September .. woottt, the Mazda's getting a road trip! While I'm there, we decided that we're going to go to a gay bar (a la Eagle) and I'm going to propose to him. That should be the move of the century.
Whattt elllsee? Oh, I took a little drive down 3A last week. I've never driven the entire length of it (first time I've never taken the entire length of anything heyyy-ooo) and I wanted to see just how scenic it actually was. Sooo, Hingham to Plymouth was the route, because I wasn't driving up to Dahchestah just to backtrack a billion miles. It was nice to be one with the car, windows down, CD's blasting. (On the drive down, a Noble (M400??) drove past me. A NOBLE! .. who the hell bought one of THOSE?!) Once in Plymouth (which is only one lane each way..), I wanted to kill myself after the incessant start/stop traffic. So, I just threw the car into the first free space I could find and took a brief walkerooski around the area. Ya know, just to get blood circulating in my legs again/let the poor mechanicals of the car cool off a bit. The drive back was much quicker than the drive there, as I took rt. 53 back to Hanover (it shaved off about 20 miles). Whilst on the go, whaddya know, Ash called! Woot woot! When I got back to civilization in it's lowest form (Hanovah) I went to her place for a lil while. After eating a bag of chips, we skedattled to the Hingham 'bux. En route we made a video of us singing along to T.Swift's "You Belong with Me". Classic youtube moment right there. Ash and I mingled with some of the friendly help (Haaaa!) for a bit (okay, like an hour and a half...) but we did manage to eek out some free cookies. Too bad I still had to pay for my iced coffee. *coughcough* In the long run though, game set and match.
I feel asleep tonight at 9 and work up at quarter TO midnight. This is the main reason for the long journal entry .. I just can't sleep. Not because I'm an insomniac, but because I already slept. Maybe I should pour myself a glass of pinot. That always does the trick. Or perhaps, hmmm, xtube? No, not really. I just typed that to elicit a response from you. That and my parents room is about 14 steps away. Although .. the element of danger is strangely alluring...
Well, no, that's dirthy (dirty/filthy). But ya know what isn't?! My aunt MaryAnne is coming to town this week (along with doting 8-year old daughter/bitch, Anna)! Great, remind me to find an excuse to NOT go to this family function. I love how she's in town for a few days, and the world has to stop .. as if it's some BFD. Ughh, no one cares about you or your kid anymore. Just stay in San Fran and we'll write ya at Christmas time.
I dunno what else to discuss. Hmm, guess the entry's over. I wish you the best on your way (eh, eh, there's nothing else I can say). I should go back to bed (and tell you that your hair is red) or I could just hang myself with my H&M scarf (while jacking off listening to Mozart). Stop typing irreverent lyrics, Brian, stop it.
Peace out cub scouts!
-Briannn
Goodness gracious me-oh-my! It's been a fortnight since I've written in this thing. Yeesh, so much for updating 3 or 4 times a week. Well, I'll add a asterisk to that last bit .. If I had a more exciting life, THEN I would've updated this thing more often.
Mmkay, anyway. Well, I'm working at Papa(papa) Razzi in the Merchant's Row Mall. PS - when was the last time anyone actually went shopping there? I took a quick jaunt around the place after an oh-so exciting training session, and there really is not one store bringing any capital into those four walls. There's a children's bookstore and a semi-cute cafe. C'est tout! Working in the 'burbs is going to be an adjustment after working in the big bad city. I feel as if I'm the misplaced cosmopolitan in a maelstrom of miserable suburbanites. I mean, Legals was never the thriving venue, but this place is dead as a doornail (if I'm to quote Dickens).
As I'm in the red, I need to start making real moneyz soon. Like, v. soon. Actually, can anyone lend me circa 12K? Thanks, that's so kind of you!! Ugh, I actually went to the BofA today to get some of my embarrassing charges taken care of. The man in the ill-fitting white shirt (with chic underarmour/wife-beater underneath) refunded $122.90 back into my accounts. But, just to show how negative I was (even more than my HIV status), I'm STILL $33.75 in the red. WHAT?! So, yes, back to making money...
On a random side note, I'm FB engaged to a boy I've never met. He's Val's friend from NJ. He and another one of Val's friends came up last weekend to visit her. Eric and I were going to head into town to meet up with them, but things just never happened to fall into place. However, because I'm a huge fan of drinking and going on facebook (yes, I know, I really should stop with that) he and I began talking and hitting it off. I know, honey, it's 1000% match.com/hilariously pathetic that we meet via the FB. We're planning on hanging out sometime in September .. woottt, the Mazda's getting a road trip! While I'm there, we decided that we're going to go to a gay bar (a la Eagle) and I'm going to propose to him. That should be the move of the century.
Whattt elllsee? Oh, I took a little drive down 3A last week. I've never driven the entire length of it (first time I've never taken the entire length of anything heyyy-ooo) and I wanted to see just how scenic it actually was. Sooo, Hingham to Plymouth was the route, because I wasn't driving up to Dahchestah just to backtrack a billion miles. It was nice to be one with the car, windows down, CD's blasting. (On the drive down, a Noble (M400??) drove past me. A NOBLE! .. who the hell bought one of THOSE?!) Once in Plymouth (which is only one lane each way..), I wanted to kill myself after the incessant start/stop traffic. So, I just threw the car into the first free space I could find and took a brief walkerooski around the area. Ya know, just to get blood circulating in my legs again/let the poor mechanicals of the car cool off a bit. The drive back was much quicker than the drive there, as I took rt. 53 back to Hanover (it shaved off about 20 miles). Whilst on the go, whaddya know, Ash called! Woot woot! When I got back to civilization in it's lowest form (Hanovah) I went to her place for a lil while. After eating a bag of chips, we skedattled to the Hingham 'bux. En route we made a video of us singing along to T.Swift's "You Belong with Me". Classic youtube moment right there. Ash and I mingled with some of the friendly help (Haaaa!) for a bit (okay, like an hour and a half...) but we did manage to eek out some free cookies. Too bad I still had to pay for my iced coffee. *coughcough* In the long run though, game set and match.
I feel asleep tonight at 9 and work up at quarter TO midnight. This is the main reason for the long journal entry .. I just can't sleep. Not because I'm an insomniac, but because I already slept. Maybe I should pour myself a glass of pinot. That always does the trick. Or perhaps, hmmm, xtube? No, not really. I just typed that to elicit a response from you. That and my parents room is about 14 steps away. Although .. the element of danger is strangely alluring...
Well, no, that's dirthy (dirty/filthy). But ya know what isn't?! My aunt MaryAnne is coming to town this week (along with doting 8-year old daughter/bitch, Anna)! Great, remind me to find an excuse to NOT go to this family function. I love how she's in town for a few days, and the world has to stop .. as if it's some BFD. Ughh, no one cares about you or your kid anymore. Just stay in San Fran and we'll write ya at Christmas time.
I dunno what else to discuss. Hmm, guess the entry's over. I wish you the best on your way (eh, eh, there's nothing else I can say). I should go back to bed (and tell you that your hair is red) or I could just hang myself with my H&M scarf (while jacking off listening to Mozart). Stop typing irreverent lyrics, Brian, stop it.
Peace out cub scouts!
-Briannn