Getting high.
Listening to The Wallflowers.
TV Show Pitch Planning- LA version.

“Trading masturbation secrets out in the yard.”/ 10th Annual Masturbate-a-thon competitor. Placed: Runner-up.

Mirrors made from mylar. The opposite of a “mind palace” equipped with fluorescent light.

Bauhaus band and movement.

A flood of whispers on stage. They say: “Heal the Sick, Raise the Dead, Cast out Demons, Cleanse the Lepers.”

Kennedy Jane sounds like a strippers name. This isn’t an insult because she is a stripper. 

She is Persephone. Above and under the River Styx.

“Depression hurts everywhere”- tv commercial?

Reuse: Atropa Belladonna.

Alphabet City Spiritualists.

A book is written: From Savannah to the Shore.

Orchids.

flavorpill:

Partial solar eclipse over texas 

Plan a camping trip with me and prepare to sleep directly outside with no protection from the elements.

http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ is forever in my audacious trip planning corner.

• Kimberly S.

5 Check-ins Here

When working in NYC, this is right on my path into the office. It has become my coffee place of choice purely due to it’s location. It’s not the most fabulous thing I’ve ever had, but … it’s there! 

I would be more pleased if someone smiled in there. The service is VERY bland. No “Good morning!” or “Gosh, you’re beautiful!” or “Your eyes make me want to write a sonnet - The deep brown starts the path to your soul…” - ha. But seriously, they just get you what you ordered and you’re on your way. I order a bagel with cream cheese and cucumber slices. EACH time they go, “cucumber slices? - um … okay.” COME ON! It’s been a few times now this week alone. I get it’s not normal, but lets move on people! 

This morning was even more hilarious because the woman behind me in line walked up and the following interaction happened: 

Woman: “Hello - just this and my usual.” 
Server: “Just that? Okay.” 
Woman: “Oh no, this and my usual please.” 
Server: “Your usual? - Lots of people come in. I hope you don’t expect me to remember your usual.” 
Woman: “I come in here every day and order a skim cappuccino. I thought you would remember.”
Server: “As I said, lots of people come in. I probably won’t remember ever, and would prefer if you just order.” 

Everyone else around: “Oh snap! This is awkward!” 

I’ll keep going back, because there is coffee - and lets face it - I’m addicted to coffee.

—-

So I’m kind of addicted to reading Yelp! reviews and especially of places I’ve never been. Generally, I find them informative and trustworthy but only for certain services like hair salons or car maintenance. But I am extremely skeptical of reviews about food service jobs, especially cafes. Having worked in food service for an absurd amount of time, I can tell when a review is exaggerated, egotistical and even sometimes overzealous (like let’s be real guys, Argo Tea kind of blows). It’s reviews like this one above, the egotistical I-didn’t-get-my-way or how-come-no-cared-about-how-my-day-was, that I find particularly irksome. Customers don’t understand that that kind of personal relationship is EARNED. You just don’t assume that someone knows your order. We aren’t friends. And I may be serving you and there will probably be a time where I might have to mop up your vomit but I’m damn sure that I am not your servant. So no, I don’t go home at night keeping notes about what you order everyday. Because frankly, I’m not making that much money, you probably don’t tip very well or at all, and I just do not care about you. You are a stranger.

And that’s the problem with huge coffee chains (and why I think you should just get rid of them altogether and have many smaller, independently-owned coffee shops around) and American society in general: we think all service should be customized to our smallest whims and every demand (people in America don’t request things, they demand them) met expediently and with enthusiasm. I don’t mean your barista should be rude or completely inattentive but don’t expect him or her to give a damn about what you order everyday. A lot of people come through. We have lives so there are other things on our minds. It sounds cheesy but its true- if you show us love and respect, we’ll show it right back to you. It means something when we can have a conversation as two people and not a one-sided all about you therapy session. If I’m correct, I believe that therapists make a trillion times more money than I do. I get paid the minimum wage which is not enough money for me to nurse your insecurity, stroke your ego and tell you you’re pretty on your 1 hour lunch break. You know how much I get for lunch? 10 minutes. So I’m hungry too and that makes me even more unhappy. Also, I’m in a uniform. NO ONE IS EVER HAPPY (TO BE) IN A UNIFORM. Ever. If there was anything incredibly valuable I learned while working at Epicenter (other than that drinking at work is fun) it’s that the customer is not always right. That I’m not here for anything else other than taking your money and giving you that croissant and espresso (which is 1.5-2 ounces not 4 liters- thanks Starbucks for fucking up the measurement system) you ordered.

BrggghcantwAit

(Source: sfhaps, via g0ldenstateofmind)

I just spent the last ten minutes throwing up on east 8th and university.

I really need to go to the doctor don’t I?

But really though, let’s go to the Cakeshop tonight.

cakeshopnyc:

miss this dude a lot already. we’ll be playing beastie boys all happy hour tonight and tomorrow as well…if we could only get our hands on that BROOKLYN demo..

I miss Ricki Lake.

(and relentless alterna shaming from the audience :( )

(Source: youtube.com)

The perks of grad school exhaustion: go to bed at 7pm, wake up in the middle of the night and re-watch episodes of Daria and this gem. 

Ep 11 | ABG | The Misadventures of AWKWARD Black Girl (by actingrl112)