My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Here in Jersey we're in the midst of a freak April heat wave that has sent temps into the 90's today. T.S. Eliot actually said it best when remarking that "April is the cruelest month." To that I'd add "especially in New Jersey." April is a big ol' box of meteorologic chocolates - you never know what you're gonna get. In Aprils past we've seen snow and rain and heat and bitter cold. This year we got the heat wave. I welcomed it, especially since we got a tease of beautiful weather last weekend and then utter disgustingness during the week. Yesterday I went shopping with my mom at the outlets down the shore, worked at the Panty Palace for a closing shift, then headed up to Hoboken to hang out with some people. I forgot that I hate Hoboken. Not gonna lie, I wouldn't shed a tear if that town fell into a sinkhole. Ok, ok, I'd be sad for some of the people (since I might actually know people living there), but not the town. The party scen

Since I now live on the edge of nowhere, attempting to listen to the radio in my car is almost pointless. There is an exact spot on the interstate, just before my exit, where all of the NYC radio stations except Hot 97 turn to static. And don't get me wrong, Hot 97 is the place for hip-hop in New York. I like it. I missed it while I was away. But I can't listen to it 24-7. My aging iPod is not a solution to my music variety problem because I have no hookup for it in the RamenMobile. And it's almost full to capacity. So how am I going to keep myself entertained in my car when all I have is a CD player and a limited budget? I'm going to listen to every single CD that I currently own. Every single CD, with the exception of one (for good reason, and it's built into the rules I made up). Seriously though, how many times have you looked at your CD collection, searching for something to listen to, and you get irritated because you can't make up your mind? I have creat

...but for good reason. A long, long time ago, back in November of '97, I received The Beatles' Abbey Road as a birthday present. ( Yes, my birthday's in January, not November. It's a long story that I won't go into today because I'm trying to get better about my off topic diversions. And parenthetical asides. Crap. ) The gift wasn't a surprise because my friend was a huge Beatles fan and would spend what felt like hours talking about just how awesome the Beatles were. Additionally, I was in my "hippie" phase, or what my mother liked to call my "grunge" phase, so I was interested in anything having to do with tie dye, peace signs, smiley faces, and Birkenstocks. Hence, it was a perfect time to really get turned on to the Beatles (at least their later albums). Immediately after listening to the CD, I went back to track one and listened again. "Wow," I thought, "The Beatles are, like, totally cool." (I was also heavily i

Dear Pandora , You are one of the best websites ever. Who would have ever thought that a little website like you could turn me on so so much awesome music? All I had to do was tell you an artist that I liked, and you listened. Then you started sending me all this amazing stuff. No judgements for liking cheesy stuff, or raised eyebrows over something cerebral. Just more and more mind-blowing music, all day long. Sometimes I think you're psychic. In the midst of a good mix, you'll throw on a song, and I'll be all, "OMG, that's one of my favorite songs! How did you know !" And I know that there's a whole scientific process that goes behind it. But you're more intuitive than Netflix. And on the rare chance that you play something that I'm not feeling, I can just skip it. If I hate the song, I can ban it. I remember the time I freaked out because you found a song that I loved from a beer commercial but could never find. But you found it ! And I bookmar

I got a letter in the mail from one of my credit card companies today. They wanted to jack up my APR to 20.74% variable. Fuuuuuuuck that noise. I rejected the change, called and gave them a piece of my mind, and demanded that they remove me from all of their stupid mailing and phone lists. I've had that card for almost 7 years, and now it's sitting on my bed, cut in half. Granted, I stopped using the card a while ago in an effort to really start paying down the balance on it (which will take a long time considering how much was on it and my current income). But still. This is pure and total bullshit. You know what else is bullshit? Standing around folding underwear for four hours. In an act of desperation, I hit up the mall and put in an application at the local Panty Palace. So now I have to stand around and obsessively fix tables of underwear for hours at a time. It sucks. Especially when I also managed to land a couple of temp gigs that have now rendered the Palace job unnec

I'll make this quick cause I'm about to watch the series finale of ER. Did my civic duty by going on to NJ's ARRA (stimulus funds) page just to see what they're going to do with the money. The state is getting over $17B in money, but the majority of it will be spent on tax breaks? WTF?!? More to come later....