feelin' femme-y

last night i drank two doses of a thing called a 'flirtini.' i only ordered it because it was on special and because it was called 'flirtini' and because there was a dash of champagne up in it and because i am woman hear me roar.

when i ordered it, this dude said "that's so samantha of you." it's really true.

uncanny resemblance:

anyway, the flirtini had its way with me and i have a headache.

synchronicity is slowly returning. a discussion of stevie nicks over a tasty breakfast bled into a fleetwood mac song on the car radio on the way to skokie. tell me that doesn't get you going!

are you missing me?

no synchronicity! nothing to blog about!

found a full catheter bag outside of work a few nights ago:


even though i've been without synchronicity, this photo is not symbolic of my current state of mind. i'm feeling totally zen, like that song.

mmfcl

i just had juggalo synchronicity.

i stopped to buy fruit after work and i saw a chick wearing a twiztid shirt. she a juggalette!!! just hours after blogging on the new blog about my current juggalo obsession!

i also saw this as i was walking to the train to get to the store to get the fruit after work:

another new blog

peep this!! click that image!!

clarification:

dudes.

i'm not really gonna turn into a (diet) coke (plus) head.


i appreciate the concern that has been typed to me by numerous friends about how poor a replacement soda is for a chocolate addiction. i was bored and drank a soda immediately after blogging and thought i'd take a badass photo of me chugging it. much like a badass photo that was taken of me in high school chugging a coors light. wish i was joking.

anyway, thank you blog followers, for once again validating my existence. i'm glad you care.

in other news, i'm embarking on a magical journey to a faraway land tomorrow: the allied media conference in detroit.

totally excited and just a little bit nervous. nervous like day before summer camp kind of nervous. nervous i might not make friends. excited because i will be surrounded by similar-minded individuals whose existences are also validated by blogs and internets.

america.

spirit guidance

peep my horoscope today:


i love it. via tarot dot com.

i quit

chocolate. i'm strong enough.


i eat too many peanut m&ms. i've eaten too many peanut m&ms, rather. from now on, i'm a new woman.

no more!! no more chocolate.

if you are a real life friend (as opposed to one i see only on the internet), please be supportive. i reserve the right to yield to a chocolate craving and blame it on my woman cycle.

my new addictive mindless consumable:

title

a year ago today, i had nothing to blog about. still tru.

i did have some weekend synchronicity. i was debating whether or not to go to a friend's party friday night waaaayyyyy across the city. at midnight, i decided to just do it. the moon was pullin' me. leann rimes said it best: "can't fight the moonlight."

i got there and found out that the dude who was set to dj at our party (to be held the following evening) was in attendance. his connection to my party has nothing to do with the person whose party we were both at. a meaningful coincidence.

also, this dude talked to me about synchronicity for a long time and challenged me and gave me good arguments. he didn't call it "charlatanism" like some friends do when they tell me i'm a kook. he also told me to listen to this recent episode of radiolab. i tried but i was so tired and distracted and i don't think i can listen to public radio unless i'm driving in the car.

the episode is about stochasticity rather than synchronicity. it's more about randomness than coincidence.

still, i thought that the meeting that night was hella synchronous.

peep this new favorite shirt:

newsflash

all blogs fall off in the summertime.

which is probably stupid because everyone has more interesting things going on in the summer and better things to say in the summer.

on the positivity tip, my knee is healing like crazy (this one's for you, anonymous):


also, i'm trying to get rid of my ticket to the first night of pitchfork fest. get at me if you or a loved one would like it. we can negotiate some sort of bartering contract. if you're cute enough, it'll be free.

oh, also, if you are a friend or family who called me or emailed me or something on my birthday, it did not go unnoticed. i was really busy waking up three hours late to work and being hungover and sitting on my couch and being taken out to dinner and couldn't get around to answering the phone. you understand. i love (most of) you.

five

someone sent me this link, subject of e-mail: "you"



i think this girl is cute, but vice does not. the thing that rings true for me is the not struggling against fate with makeup and beauty treatments.

i can't stop looking at this. MIXED MESSAGES.

secret signals

forget about the show leaving a lot to be desired.


the man of my dreams spoke of Synchronicity on stage last night. he was speaking of the album by The Police, but i know what he really meant.

poppin' broners

today's synchronicity is also a form of promoting other media i enjoy. remember, i said i'd try to do that more?

i had to work the day shift at the coffee shop yesterday and it was ssoooooo booooooring and so i read most of the may 2009 issue of esquire. the sweeping theme of the issue was "how to be a man."


i had been taught to respect esquire while in college because they publish some stellar examples of long-form journalism. yesterday i read a profile on todd palin and skimmed the how-to "man-ual" (i created that pun. off the toppa my head.). the article about todd was well-written. the man crap was like cosmo and glamour for bros. terrible. awful. disgusting. i'm having all these new ideas and contemplations surrounding gender lately and something so completely basic and kind of sophomoric made me disappointed. oh well. i guess i'm not a man.

okay, moving on to the synchronicity ...

yesterday i taught nathan what a merkin is.

one of my favorite blogs to check e'ry day is sorry i missed your party. brilliant. check what this morning's update is. the quote "i feel like i just put rogaine on my pubes" is especially significant. merkins and manhood, manhood and merkins.

livin' the american dream.

speaking of livin' dreams, i'm going to see stephen malkmus - the only man i need - tonight. because i didn't start listening to pavement until y2k or y2k1, i've never gotten to see them perform. because of some other kinds of circumstances i've never gotten to see him and his jicks. tonight is my birthday present to myself.