Can't stop; won't stop.

"Can't stop; won't Stop." was my facebook "about me" for he better part of college. And like.... that just how I do.
I work too much, and too hard. I do too much in general. going out, raging, not sleeping, raging. raging. working. homeless people stuff. stress. raging....

OK. I've said it. It's difficult to admit because I didn't think it was a problem. Until literally it was a problem.

This was Wednesday Night, after 72 straight hours of a new-asshole-ripping migraine.

IV DRUGGGSSSS

Hospital over crowding means I had my entire ER visit in public. yup. in that chair.

At St. Luke's, getting my life together. Thank you to Morgs, K.Beau, SM, and pretty much everybody else that was like "go to the Doctor. fool."

So. I took the day off work (!!!) and forewent 3 concerts this week. Trying to be more balanced, sleep more, drink more (water.) and not be such a can't-stop-won't-stop warrior anymore.


also for you 2birdsoneblog lovers out there....:

Sorr about the bag.

Frienemies.

Jello Shots and me are frienemies. Like, I freakin swear to god, every time I see her, I only remember the good times, and how awesome and fun she is, I forget how much of a little bitch Jello Shots is, until she stabs me in the back a few hours later. I shouldn't blame her, she can't help her nasty attitude, I should know better by now, but I'm a sucker. 

A couple weekends ago me, LA and K.beau decided to go out, it was last minute and one of those necessary outings, so whatever. We go to this place called Alibi. The first time we went the weekend before it was (literally) a hot tranny mess in there, so why we decided to try again, I don't know. In hindsight I think that whore of a friend, Jello Shots was luring me there, calling to my subconscious. Oh well, we'll never. know.

Things start off relatively good! like yay, we're out, we look cute, we're having fun, and like, the DJ is kind of good all is well. And honestly, as far as I know, it was a great night.... I later (the next day) am kindly sent pictures from K.beau. And like... 

Dead. Obligatory SubwayEatFresh stop, clearly I was feeling the whole healthy lifestyle because I got them apples.... and passed out in the 24 hour Subway. 

Top Night.

This is How I'm Living.

Y'all. I didn't have SHEETS on my bed for the past couple of nights. School has been kicking me in the face since the month started and after turning in 3 major papers today I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have a written exam tomorrow from 9am-12pm and then a case presentation at my internship, Friday Morning and then I am FREE. The piles of school work have been replaced with the things I'm trying to pack for VEGAS and CHAPEL HILL. I so freakin over school right now, this break could not have come soon enough.

Crisis Avoided.

My mom got me this beautiful B. Makowsky bag for Christmas. I love it and carry it as my purse, after having made my old purse my school bag.

Last friday I went to a friend of mine, Malik16's, show at Bowery Poetry Club. It was a really dope venue and I saw some excellent artists perform. At some point I went to the bar to get another drink, and I looked down at my bag to find it stained with light blue and green paint. Die.

Oh my god, freakin died. Couldn't really deal with it, so I just parked the bag for the weekend and left it alone until Sunday.
I found some various techniques for removing paint from leather off of google, but I was so nervous because I didn't want to ruin the bag. 2 hours with a baking soda + vinegar mixture and q-tips and I got the paint lifted from the bag!! I was so freakin happy to have saved it. The weird thing is I still have no clue where the paint came from because no one else had it on them. Also, why the eff would you paint some walls and have wet paint he night of an event at your venue? Dumb.

Oh well, Crisis avoided...

Holiday Party...

Oh hey y'all. I just finished finals! I'm like, real happy. My family just got to town, got new clients at my internship....so things are exciting and busy.

On Wednesday night my agency had their office holiday potluck for all the case workers. Fun right? Well, my supervisor insisted on me bringing my parents. Here I am, that freakin intern with her parents at the office party.

Well it went real well! Haha my parents took the train to the bronx with me, and met everyone. They absolutely loved Doug and I mean, duh...I love doug so it worked out perfectly haha.

My family is still up here, and my bro is staying w/ me and E. Tonight I plan to get him into some real crazy shit with his buddy patrick. Hopin to get blacked out like a freshman... Its winter break, dammit!!

Oh, and that's what I wore to the x-mas dinner. It was sort of a big deal because usually I wear like, baggy-ish jeans, my nike air max sneakers or clarks, and a tee-shirt +zip or cardigan. Nothing cute but like, I work in a boys club with homeless people so cute stuff is like, really not appropriate.

Needless to say I was excited to get a lil dressed up.

Ok. I'm rambling to avoid the real story. So I'm at a potluck dinner and its like, the food? Its bangin. I hadn't had a legit meal in like 4 days because of finals and all the mess with the banker. I'm like, "Self, you know how sensitive you are to everything. Don't spaz in here, eating whatever the fuck you wanna"

Obviously I didn't follow my own advice. The downfall was this lasagna that my co-worker brought. It was just TOO much flavor. With each bite my stomach was screaming back "please. No more" but some how I decided to ignore it's pleas.

Then here comes Doug: "I signed up for dessert because I wanted to bring everyone my favorite cheesecake in the world from this spot over by where I stay."

Well. Hell. Someone brings me an inappropriately large slice. 3 bites in and it was a wrap.

Y'all, I don't even really eat dairy like that. Why would I eat this hunk of cheesecake concentrate?

To make matters more awkward/uncomfortable, during the "I appreciate my staff" speak Doug gave.... I escape. Where I proceed to die a low death in the bathroom. I know, huge TMI, but whatever, it's my blog and I mean--- I'm going there.

So the more I panic about how er--shitty the situation is, the more um...shitty the situation becomes.

Moral of the story: some times you gotta man up, suck it up, and rejoin the party. And friends, that's what I did. But that's my last pot luck. They will get you killed.

Outfit:
Jeans---Joe's
Cardigan-- H&M
Tee-- American Apparel
Boots-- Michael Kors

Unfortunate Events.

Just when I started to think that I'm too boring to keep my blog going much longer, my usual life Tom Foolery picks back up. Check this.

So tonight (Thursday) the banker made an impromptu stop at my apartment. The sock drawer on my bed was broken. Now I'm a regular Betty-the-Builder, but I couldn't fix this by myself, the way it was broken. Good ole Banker. He fixes it with no problem, sawdust kind of flying every where, but whatever. About 20 minutes later I look over at him and he has this lil raised stop on his cheek. It sort of looks like a zit. Honestly? Why first thought was "where the eff did this zit grow from?" Like, Banker's got freakishly clear skin (part of the reason he's a certified dime!) So this zit was a little outlandish. Whatever though, zits it happens to everyone....

10 minutes later Banker has a coughing fit. I'm like... Seriously don't die on me. He's complaining that his throat feels strange, tight and itchy. he's been battling some sort of cold so you know, we dismissed it.

Not more than 5 min. Later look at his face and inform him that his face is breaking out in hives.

Hives.

So first comes the hydrocortisone cream. Then I search for Benedryl but don't have anymore (all I have it zyrtec, which I think might work, but I wasn't sure) so I send him to Rite-Aid and home, his face covered in 8 big ole hives and his back itching up a storm.

So I'm sitting around, call up Cynth. And a few min. Into the conversation, I look at the spot I've been scratching nonchalantly... Son of a B, I'm breaking out in hives. So what do I do? Sit there like a dumb ass, playing on farmville, and dicking around.

I laugh to myself thinking about how my girl Morgs told me to stop posting things about my Farmville on Facebook b/c she's shamed for me....then I realize my throat is mad tight. Welp. I'm dying.

Ok, not dying. But hello, I don't have Benedryl. FML, seriously, why would I set myself up to die b/c of the sawdust on the damn drawers?

Of course Cynth is ride-or-die and she googles Zyrtec while I take a cold shower. She let's me know that the Zyrtec will hold it down just like my old friend Bene. In hindsight, all my off label abuse of Benedryl as a sleeping agent is exactly why I didn't have any tonight when I needed that shit....

Anyways. I fill Sam in. We laugh at how pathetic we are. (Last time I saw him I threw my back out like somebody's old-ass granddaddy, and he was over here with a stuffy nose/fever/cough/sore throat treating it with only Theraflu like a little ass kid.) To make matters worse, I'm in bed itching/dying. He's at home and as per his last text message: " Damn I swallowed a halls that wasn't fully done. So it's dissolving slowly... Ugh!! Shldv chewed it first...." He isn't really doing much better. Tomorrow I have my Agency holiday party up in the Bronx... And after I'm going with Sam to his office holiday party. All I know is my hives better go away.

This is the kind of mess I'm talking about. Oh well, it will be funny sometime next week I guess....

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

HAPPY 50th BIRHDAY MOMMY!!!

Today My Mom turns 50! E and I are up at the crack of dawn,to go down to the Today Show to wave signs and get caught on camera. The last time I got up this early and waited and stood was for Obama. I seriously said "never again" to standing and waiting and being cold (or in this case, hot) but for Cynthia, I'd do anything. Everyone who knows her is aware of how friggin awesome she is. So, here's to you, Mom!!

What the Hell.

My body clock is still set for 6:20am, despite all of my efforts to push it back, most mornings I wake up, then, when I realize the time, I am pissed. What exactly am I in a hurry to do all day? worry about my future? Well, it's 7:13am and this is the cause of my triple-a today.

I wake up to 3 emails on my blackberry. 1 from a guy: " Saw your patio furniture listing, am interested. Is it still available" -- Kosh. I respond back.

The second email. Subject: " Info Needed contacted back."

The third email. Subject: "Needing more info on ad. forsale."

this is the message contained in both:

Saw your ad, hope you don't mind that I wanted to share what happened
to me with you. I'm a very down to earth person and am always looking
to help people out for the better.

It is a tough time we live in with the poor economy and rising
unemployement rates. I was in a very tough situation like a lot of
other people until I came across this spassets.co.cc. They paid my
loans off in full and are helping me get through these rough patches
until I can find a job. I highly recommend you check it, it could
change your life around...

Um... I guess thats a little fucking alarming. Like I read both emails and then immediately panic. I'm googling Spassets.co.cc. I am digging through my yahoo account trying to figure out what the fuck they are talking about.

So I respond back to them saying that I'm doing research for an article because I am a writer... because ALL i can think is "I am going to jail. fuckkk." all this panic and I wasn't even sure what the hell i'd done in the first place.

I forward an email to SM and am literally shaking as I send it. Afterwards, however, it hits me. I am being retarded. So I google the hidden craigslist email to which these 2 douchebags responded to.

this is what came up. Its me alright. Me and my patio furniture. I posted that shit yesterday because I DO NEED TO SELL IT. I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING PORCH IN NEW YORK.

So imagine me, 6:48am confused as hell. I go to the little spasets.co.cc website. This is what popped up. get out of Debt?!

Why is this happening to me? I am seriously too fucking busy with trying to get my life together. Waking up at 6:20 and having e-mail thugs bang bang bang bangin on my Craigslist post is annoying. No, I am not in any damn debt. If I was, stranger 1 and stranger 2, I do not need your little 2 cents on how to get out of said debt. Did I mention that the emails came at 4:49am and 5:01am? So these to assholes were in cahoots. The truth is the emails scared me! They were all out of context, made no sense and read like a flyer the Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't need my "life turned around." Damn. didn't know it was so wrong that I'm trying to get my hussle on.