Care Bear-Fucking-Stare!

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We pick up in New York City
I’m trying to find the man I never got to be
But when I push down on the pavement
I found the whole thing so much harder than it seemed

It’s just a phase

It’s not forever
It’s just a phase
But I still might have a ways

(I don’t know how Mayer does it, but he sucks me in every time: A new drinking song that speaks to me at the wee hours of the night? Oh, man. I’m done. Game over.)

In that kind of a moment when you want to say so much more, “don’t be a stranger” is heart-wrenchingly perfect.

imwithkanye:

Don’t be a stranger | Mad Men

I am just going to watch this scene on repeat today. 

Okay, okay. Straight up: I don’t want to watch “Girls” because I went to NYC to LEARN and DISCOVER who I am, and I’m a nice girl and I don’t do drugs and I had a serious boyfriend and I had a non-descriptive wardrobe and I didn’t really fuck up, except only when it came to my own STANDARDS for myself, and so, yeah, I’m a GOOD GIRL. So I probably won’t relate to this show, even though it basically says I SHOULD. But question: why can’t there be a show for Girls who are really cute and funny and weird and poor and have sex and like to dance and party and have big dreams but they do so in a colourful non-monochromatic world that’s not fucking Bushwick or the East Village. Huh?

Make that three-fold. The biggest reason why I still refuse to watch “Girls” (download is not complete. Sorry, iTunes): I’m not a fucking hipster!!!!! (Bushwick? Seriously? BARF And don’t get me started on those fro-yos)

My refusal to watch “Girls” is two-fold. One: I don’t want to watch a TV show about poor, love-addicted, under/over sexed, selfish, dramatic, delusional, lost twentysomething girls living in NYC - been there, done that. Thanks for the mems! Two - I fear that their depiction of what a poor, love-addicted, under/over sexed, selfish, dramatic, delusional, lost twentysomething girl living in NYC ‘s life is NOT at all what it was for me, and that it will make me feel as depressed and unfulfilled as I was when I was there, thinking I didn’t make the mems I should have. :(

So here’s the mini-doc about this year’s first Sketch-a-Thon at Second City in Toronto. My “Birth Controllery Trial” was chosen. It comes in around the 15:56 mark. Of course, it’s edited down to the point where it seems ultra “After School Special”-ish, but, you get the gist.

(please disregard how spastic, shiny and tired I look…I was awake for over 24 hours)

In Hollywood terms…

Me at…29 - Infallible

In Hollywood terms…

Me at…24 - Impetuous

In Hollywood terms….

Me at…15 - Introspective