My student loan interest finally dropped.  Now I’m rolling in it.

It’s restaurant week again here in NYC.  I’ve got reservations at a BBQ and a Russian place.  I bet you the Russian place is more fabulous than the BBQ.  I shall report back after tasting the fare.

I’m not real sure why I’m so bothered by the fact that Steve’s birthday is drawing near.  In fact I really hadn’t thought about it until last night when other roommate mentioned that Skanky Ho is organizing his party.  Did I mention that I hate Skanky Ho?  If I could I would pull the disappearing pencil trick with her head.  And really it isn’t even that I hate her, but rather I dislike Steve’s ability to not give a shit about anything, thus I want to take away things that make him comfortable.  Namely Skanky Ho.  Yes I am that bitter right now.  Will it go away?  Yes, in time.  Currently nope.

Usually I’m much better about this.  Usually if I double book I have no intention of doing both things.  Tragically it is not the case this time.  I have a Jayhawk Happy Hour on the roof of the Met Museum and I said I’d go see Xdrop.  If somehow if magically works out that the Happy Hour is indeed only an hour I can make it to the show.  I have a feeling it isn’t.  And I want to do the whole Happy Hour.  I want to met some fellow Jayhawks.  I need fresh meat for the grinder!

I can also meet up with the Xdrop kids after their show.  Doh.

I would like to think that I would notice this. 

This morning I cracked one of my favorite glasses.  It isn’t a rare glass, but it is a bit difficult to find here in New York City.  Not a good way to start out the day.

As I was collecting more of the Parade of Statues today I passed an odd sight.

Office Chairs.  Lots and lots of office chairs just hanging out in the alley.  ‘Cause that’s where they belong.

I wanna get physical.

Well…not really.  My coworker has shnuckered me into going to the gym.  Today she shnuckered me into a boxing class.  No, we did not hit each other in the face.  (That would have been more fun.)   Today’s physical activity consisted of jumping jacks, mountain climbers, burpees, running, high knees, and punching bags.  Not to mention do what you want abs & step thing.  The whole class lasted an hour and yes I cried.  Like a baby.

It was like Dog Days only way way worse because you couldn’t hide in the 175 other people.  No.  There were 7 of us.  So if one person wasn’t doing it right everyone had to do it over.  Motherfucker!  It’s freaking junior high sports all over again.  (Why didn’t that happen in high school I wonder?)  The question is: will I let myself be shnuckered again?

Today I went to have my eyebrows threaded.  It feels very weird.  So very weird.  After the girl threaded them then she brushed them out and trimmed them.  Dude…seriously it’s a weird sensation.

Also known as me.  I’d never think that I would be one, but I am.  I completely am.  Holy shit.  I’m a crazy ex-girlfriend.  Sweet.  I’d totally boil the rabbit if he had one.

What made me so crazy?  Lack of defined boundaries (partially my fault at well).  Lack of communication.  What communication exisisted was very poor.  Some very bad things happened post break-up–directly resulting from lack of defined boundaries.  But most of all what made me crazy was me.  My inability to accept the above things and deal with them as an adult.  Instead I resorted to the proverbial boiling bunnies.

Having realized that I’m the crazy ex-girlfriend, partially because I asked for some boundaries and communication I think I can cease to be the crazy one.  It’s a good reason I’m not a superhero because I totally would have thrown a shark.