Where there's a Maggie, there's a Jake

Ok, so I swear this is not going to become a Jake Gyllenhaal blog, but in conclusion from yesterday's post...some interesting findings:

Well while I was writing yesterday's post, I was hunting around for pics of him in nyc, when I came across recent pics of Maggie Gyllenhaal coming out of her West Village apartment. Now, I have no doubt that when he is here, he stays with her, so of course this was exciting. The only problem was that there was no address, street sign, anything other than the wall of the building in the background. The good news, that wall was a certain shade of blue, one that I can't recall seeing or being common for a building.

Ok fast forward a couple of hours. I am leaving the gym, which is a few blocks further west than my apartment, and it is such a lovely day I decide to walk around the area. Kids are playing in the fountain at the park, I walk past the movie set where they are filming A Girl's Guide to Fishing & Hunting, I stop to have lunch at this cute little sushi place.....I continue my walk. Then, there it is. The blue wall. Immediately my mind plays tricks on me and I can't recall if it's the same blue or not. Shit! So, I take out my camera and snap a pic.

Later that evening when I return home, I compare the pic to the one online. I am 95% sure its the place, or at least the street. You be the judge.


Here are the pics from online. Notice the blue building, the bars on the windows, the tree which is next to the green iron sign:

Ok, now here is MY photo taken yesterday:

The bars on the window are there, on the last two, and there is the tree next to the green pole. So what does this mean?! Of course there is the possibility that street isn't where she lives, maybe she just parked her car there. What it does mean though, is that I'm close, pretty damn close. I'd say for having the whole West Village to go off of, I'm pretty happy with my work.

So what do you guys think, am I right on the money?

I wish I knew how to quit you

My love of Jake Gyllenhaal has hit an alltime low as I find myself now googling his name to see what new "news" they have on him....yea, on a daily basis. I might eventually need an intervention.

Here's the scoop:
Well yet 2 more women in addition to the recent gossip have been linked to Jake Gyllenhaal this past week. Sadly, I am not one of them. The NY Post reports that he was out dining with Jennifer Aniston at Babbo Restaurant in the West Village. You would think the fact that he was out with her would bother me, but actually its the fact that he was TWO BLOCKS FROM MY APARTMENT YET AGAIN AND I NEVER SAW HIM. I swear, anytime I read anything on him in New York, he is always spotted directly in my vicinity, yet I never see him.



The more upsetting gossip (only because I am jealous) comes from pictures taken of Jake and Natalie Portman this past weekend, in which they grabbed dinner and he gave her tulips. Awwww. You know, I really like Natalie Portman, so even if there were something going on, I think I could handle it....you know, eventually. Oh, and guess what neighborhood they were in? That's right.



Maybe I'll go take a stroll around the neighborhood....

Ok, enough is enough

I realized I either have to be on the blog horse or hop off....I think I've been dangling from the saddle for the past year....ok, too many horse riding analogies. Anyways, I've decided to give the old timely updates thing a try again. Does this mean I won't fail? Of course not, but I like the idea of at least giving it a shot. Now to find all my readers again.........

Update
So since the last time I wrote here I've had a couple of really cool jobs, one of which was as a Venue Manager for the Tribeca Film Festival. Man, that was an experience, but a very cool one at that. I met tons of directors and producers, not to mention a good amount of celebrities. It was also my first position in which I ran the show for the whole venue, which was stressful, but fulfilling. Since then I've worked for NBC on an NHL playoff game and also have the US Open and a tournament for the Golf Channel coming up in June. I love freelancing, but am definitely looking for something more stable in the meantime.

Update
I graduated 2 days ago!! Amazing. For those of you who have been here since the beginning, you remember my posts on here anxiously awaiting to see if I was even accepted. Crazy how the time flies. I don't officially get my diploma until August because I am finishing up 3 classes this summer, but it's great to know this is all culminating.

Update
I'm dating someone great! HA, yea right. I think we all know that my time here in NYC has been filled with Mr. Wrongs and shitload of school and work. Funny story though, the other night after going out drinking with friends and meeting the hot boyfriend of one of my friends, I returned to my apt a wee bit depressed as to when the hell I was EVER going to meet someone great. The next morning I woke up, slight headache, and went to the computer to check emails...when I notice.....an email from www.eharmony.com saying "you're almost finished! please click here to finish the personality profile you started". Umm, what? Then it all comes screaming back to me. That's right, in my drunked stupor I went onto that site and did as much of that profile as I could stand. The stimulus: In the past 2 weeks I have heard of 2 people I know going on there and finding their "soulmate", not to mention those damn commercials. Oh lordy, I never cease to amaze myself. I haven't decided if I should complete the rest of it or not, stay tuned, this will no doubt be a journey.

I hope she screams like hell

The more I read about Katie Holmes, the more I just feel sorry for her family and friends. After attending an interview with Tom Cruise for Parade Magazine, she has now been classified as as the newest Stepford Wife, completely devoid of thought and her own opinions. Apparently the interviewer said that he was stunned that Katie never stopped smiling, even while Cruise discussed being beaten when he was younger.

Ok, creepy.

Now what about this silent birth stuff? All I know is that the mother is suppose to keep quiet through the whole process as to create the "best environment in which to welcome the child". Hmm, thats pleasant, however, let remember what it is...CHILDBIRTH. How the hell are you suppose to keep quiet when something that big comes out of your vagina? I am sure we are all deeply demented due to our mothers screaming during childbirth. Give me a break. Scream your head off Katie, and then sock Cruise in the face.

There must be fat in the water

Now answer me this, do you think it is scientifically possible to actually feel fatter after joining a gym, if the only thing that has changed is an increase in your physical activity? Well that answer to that would be a double YES. I joined a gym about 3 weeks ago and have been going about 4 times a week, all visits including at least 40 minutes of intense cardio....so why on earth do I feel like I have gained weight? Don't give me the whole "oh well youre gaining muscle" excuse, because who cares if I am if it is hidden under a layer of fat? Now I'd like to think I can be patient and wait for results, but I weighed myself this morning and I have gained a pound since I started the gym. This is bullshit. Luckily I actually enjoy the gym so I will keep going, plus there is that monthly bank deduction that is a good motivator, but at this point it's not going so well. The new Victoria's Secret Swim catalogs don't exactly help either, but do make for a nice dartboard background.

Something isn't right here

So I've been sucked into the world of Myspace.com, and my oh my what a world it is. So since Myspace seems to be frequented mainly by teenagers, these are most of the profiles I see. Now, I dont know what I was doing when I was 15, probably at dance class or something random and innocent, but dear lord these kids are so far beyond that. The further I went the more astounding it was. They have pics up of themselves half dressed in sexually suggestive poses, talking about sex, threesomes, oh and lets not forget all the "Im so wasted" pictures. Who are these kids? Why is innocence ending so early?

As I tried to get these images out of my head, I decided to look for a layout for my profile, so I visited all the myspace layout pages that Google came up with. There were a decent amount of premade profiles, but I couldn't help but notice the apparent theme in all of them. I would say out of all the profiles I looked at today, about 80% of them were dark, not just in color, but in tone...the kind of "dark" that could be coupled with drugs, suicide, and other things of that nature. Actually,there were quite a few that did have "suicide" or "blood" in their descriptions. What the hell is going on here? Is this really representative of the youth of today? I sure hope not. What a sad reality it would be to no longer have the carefree and innocent childhood that I had. I am so thankful for it... and so scared for these kids.

If this is "cool", then I'm proud to be a nerd.

Well I like to think I am up with the times, new trends, new hobbies, new whatever. I know that in the past year or so I've witnessed the return of knitting as a popular hobby, although as most you know it is now popular with young celebrities and young people in general. This was a little interesting to me, but not completely crazy I guess. I mean, I've knit before, I guess it was an ok time or whatever.

So the other night I am out at a pub in the Village and its packed and they are playing great music, the vibe is good, and I see this guy walk in, prob mid 20's, with a big thing of yarn and knitting needles. So, of course, I am thinking...there is no way this guy has come to this bar to knit...has he? Well I lost track of him for a while, becoming distracted with other things, but noticed him later on in the evening at a bar table standing with a girl, holding the yarn as she knit. They would take turns every like 15 min or so on who would knit and who would hold the yarn. I started to think that shot I took that tasted like suntan lotion was starting to mess with me, but I did in fact see was what was actually occuring.

Is this suppose to be a new pickup technique? Are guys changing from "...yea I can get you into this hot club" to "hey Ive got some yarn in my bag, wanna knit?". My my, the times they are a changin'.

Back

Where to even begin.

Well I am officially back in the U.S. after spending two months working for NBC in Italy for the Winter Games. Aside from the work experience (which of course was amazing), let's get to what you all really want to know about...all the shit that isnt work related. Let's break it down into a "learned in Torino" bulleted list.

Learned in Torino

• It is physically possible for me to work a 19 hour day
• I can get tired of pasta in about 4 days....I was there for 52
• I'm not at all as attracted to Italian men as I thought
• I can cross "sex in Italy" off my to do list- hey o!
• I am not Jewish, and therefore, undateable
• Nutella gelato makes all problems melt away
• Don't IM while intoxicated, even if it is 9:30am
• Bluntness goes a long way with men
• Some college kids are fun to hang with, others I want to punch in the face
• Mormon girls can be very naughty
• Hotdogs on a pizza is not a way to go
• Nice guys really do seem to finish last
• I am still hot for cute IT guys, what the f?
• The best way to enjoy drinks at a bar is not to have to pay for them
• Just because a guy is engaged does not mean he wont try to rub your leg
• Grappa is the equivalent of someone lighting a blowtorch down my throat and then punching me in the stomach
• People in their 30's can party like there's no tomorrow
• Kip from the Tonight Show is fucking crazy
• Im pretty sure Tom Green thinks Im in love with him
• I'm definitely not
• Downtown stores are mostly clothes shops for babies and lingerie boutiques...strange?
• Red wine in Torino doesn't stain my lips
• Italian laundry places staple a tag to every fucking piece of clothes you give them
• My potty mouth has evolved
• After 11pm, 15% of tv channels turn to porn

Of course all of these bullet points have a story behind them, and maybe one day when you are good I will share one or two with you. Until then, I am officially ready to enjoy this crazy city again and all the loveliness it has to offer.

As promised.....

Here is the link to my pictures on Flickr. I know I can get them up on my blog, I just haven't had time. I have the day off on Sunday so maybe next week I will be adding more, hopefully some fun pictures of Saturday night.

Enjoy!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/peaches206

Greetings from Torino!

Well I never thought the day would come that I didn't update this blog for almost 2 months. Shame on me, but at least I have a good excuse. Since then, pretty much TONS has been happening. Well there was of course Thanksgiving which went full swing right into finals when I got back to New York. Saying the 2 weeks before finals was hell is a huge understatement, but it all paid off and I finished the semester with a 3.8 - yay me. The rest of December was lovely because I spent it in Florida with my family. Nothing crazy on New Years, I decided to stay home with my family (its also my mom's bday) instead of going out this year.

I got back to NYC on the 3rd and 5 days later I was on a plane to Italy! I've only been here about 6 days but it feels like I have been here forever- in a good way. Working with NBC Olympics is so awesome and I get to see the true inner workings of everything that goes on. Plus I am lucky to be in the Venue Operations department, which gets clearance to a lot of places. Yesterday we spent the entire day in the Alps, taking tours of all the different venue sites. I think I took about 70 pictures, it was so beautiful. I'll be uploading them in the next couple of days.

Other than that Ive been working like crazy. I work about a 12 hour day and am so exhausted when I get back its crazy. I have a roommate at the media village where I am staying and she seems really cool. This is actually her third Olympics, lucky duck. Im hoping that means if I do my job well I will be back for the Beijing games.

Well back to work. Its about 7pm here right now and I am ready to go!
Talk to you all soon.

There are no words

Kimberly Stewart to Marry Laguna Beach Hunk




Ok, so who am I kidding, I have about a thousand words for something like this:
Bizarre
Insane
Stupid
Pitiful
Unforeseen
and the list goes on...

Courtesy of People Magazine's article online (and my sister Lisa, queen of celeb gossip), unfortunately this is all true. First of all, she's 26 and he's 19- strange, but not like it's never happened before. Second, they have been dating for a whole 2 months, woohoo, it must be SERIOUS. What the hell is going on here? Shouldn't he still have a crush on Kristen or that other chick with the blonde hair? What are his parent's thinking? The questions are endless. Don't worry though, one of his friend's was quoted describing the crazy love that has prompted this engagement by saying, "He told me he really likes her and they're having a good time." Wow, that's probably what my 5th grade boyfriend said when we were going out. I can't wait to see how this one plays out.

ps- If Kristen or LC gets engaged to Jake Gyllenhaal I will have to take them out.

He's even dumber than we gave him credit for

Well I hope little baby Preston got his mom's brains and not daddy's- not that that's saying much anyways.

Courtesy of WENN:

Kevin Federline boasts about his life with wife Britney Spears and demands to be called "Daddy" in a track from his forthcoming hip-hop debut. The 27-year-old's LP has yet to be released, but a track called "Y'All Ain't Ready" has appeared on the internet. Federline celebrates the lifestyle he shares with Spears and their baby son Sean Preston, but makes an embarrassing slip - confusing the word paparazzi with the surname of opera singer Luciano Pavarotti. He raps, "Back then they called me K-Fed/But you can call me Daddy instead/Go ahead and say whatcha wanna/I'm gonna sell about 2 mil, oh, then I'm a goner/I know you all wish you was in my position/Cause I keep getting' in situations that you wish you was in, cousin/Steppin' in this game and y'all ain't got a clue/Getting anxious? Go take a peep/I'm starrin' in your magazines now every day and week/But maybe baby you can wait and see/Until then all these Pavarottis followin' me."

Do I even have to say anything?

You know you loved him too

Back in the more simple time of 1986, I had a Michael Jackson wallet and an MJ microphone. Yep, I was a huge fan. HUGE. My first record (wow that makes me feel old) was Thriller and from that point on I followed along the same path that so many others did, even though now some deny it, but face it, about 90% of us loved him and his songs.

These days its a different story. Who the hell knows anymore. Did he? Didn't he? It really doesn't matter anymore because he is forever tainted in our minds. Sure there are still diehards out there and I give them credit for sticking with him, but I am just not so sure about the whole thing.

Anyways, all that said, I read this on WENN today:

"Michael Jackson has recruited troubled R&B star R. Kelly to perform on his charity single for America's hurricane victims."

Umm, does anyone else see how this may not be the best selection for Michael right now? I mean of all singers, lets pick the one who is facing child pornography charges, no one will think a thing of that.

In other news, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard were spotted lunching at a cafe two blocks from my apartment this past weekend. All I can say is, thank God Jake wasn't there or else I would be severly devasted that I was that close to him and didn't know it. I can't wait for the dreams to be had after seeing Jarhead.

I saw In Her Shoes this past weekend and it was much better than I thought it would be. I personally find Cameron Diaz really annoying, but she worked in her role here as the slutty, bitch sister. I recommend seeing it with your sister or your mom. Good Times.

By far the best review of the weekend was Movin' Out. Good lord that was one hell of a production! By far it was the best Broadway show I have seen to date. Twlya Tharp's choreography is amazing and the performers just blow you away. I didn't want it to end. If you haven't seen it, GO- because it closes on December 11th of this year.

Another movie that looks super good is the latest from Woody Allen called Match Point. It is pretty Closer-esque, but still very intriguing.

Mood of the moment = bitchy

If you are thinking "big surprise" then you read this blog far too much.

Nah, I'm not that bad am I? I think I'm just more apt to write when something pisses me off.

Anyways, it only seems fitting that on the day of my finance midterm it is rainy and stormy. I have been studying like a crazy person for the past 5 days and there are still some concept which elude me. I spent 6 hours just last night working on triangular arbitrage, and I think I finally get it, which great, but all it will take is the professor to throw in some damn twist (which you know they always do) for me to get all screwed up and make it look like I didnt study one damn bit.

Due to this excessive studying I haven't been sleeping much. Well that and the little monster that lives above us is allowed to stomp around at all hours of the night. He's like 3 years old, he should not be up at 1am. I'm convinced that there isnt even any furniture up there, its just a big race track that he runs on at night.

So, because of not sleeping much, I move slower in the morning, but am still able to get out on time. Well, there's nothing like getting to your subway stop to see that yet again something is on fire and your train service is delayed. So, because of that I had to rush to Grand Central to try and catch my train. I did. Great right? Well you would think so, except that my train ended up getting to Stamford station 20 minutes late, just enough time for me to miss the last shuttle to work- so I walk. So you are thinking I am a whiny little snot, but this is a long walk- I mean long enough that they provide shuttle service. So I am walking. It's cold, its drizzling, but worst of all its windy as hell. I am trying to push forward, but it feels like 3 grown men are pulling me backwards. I am carrying my purse, my lunch, and my bag, which contains my 40 pound finance book. In a matter of 25 minutes I have gone from a fresh face and soft hair to watery eyes, runny nose, and giant knot of hair.

And its 10:30am and I am hungry for lunch. This is not a good start.

Leave them alone you little bitch

Well tomorrow may be just another day of meetings and school for us here in NY, but down south is whole different story. My sisters don't have school and my parent's offices have closed all in preparation for the 8th hurricane to hit Florida in the last 14 months.

When I lived there the whole situation was much easier to get a handle on, but being away is truly aggravating and you feel helpless. When I move to NYC last August, I arrived here about 2 weeks after Hurricane Charley, and 7 days before Hurricane Francis- the one which caused my family to evacuate. Of course with emotions soaring at this point to start with due to a whole new beginning so far away, the thought of my family going through all of that while I was here was excruciating. Luckily my roommate, also from Florida, was experiencing the same thing- so we had a good support system.

While my family continues to be faced with constant hurricane threats, we are overall really lucky because other than some roofing, trees down, and some flooding, we have been A-Ok. My parents had actually made plans to come visit me this week and are set to arrive here on Thursday. I am hoping that skies will be sunny and the weather will be wonderful, because after the next 24 hours, they'll need it.

I would give my right arm for some french toast right now

Well it's my first day off in 11 days and guess what time I slept in until- 8:30am.

Yes, I officially have the "I'm old now so I can't sleep in anymore no matter what time I go to bed" disease. But it wasn't all me this morning, I woke up due partially to the sounds of helicopters and sirens- which is always lovely. Well it turns out that the West 4th subway station, that I could probably hit with a rock from my apt, is on fire and evacuated. Kind of interesting part is that this is the one day I dont have to go to work, and if I did have to go to work, I get to that subway stop at 8:05 am precisely everyday- which is exactly the time the fire was reported.

And now for randomness:

I love Ellen, but doesn't she ever get tired of dancing at the beginning of her shows? Can you imagine being in a shit mood and having to go out there and dance around?

Those nextel phones, with their walkie talkie like annoyingness, should be destroyed. I loathe them and the people who talk on them.

Do you ever think you will get to a point in your life where this article leaves you thinking "yea, that's a good idea".

I have been searching online for a ticket home for thanksgiving and refuse to purchase one because for the price of a ticket from NYC to Orlando, I could purchase 2 tickets to London. Does this make sense to anyone? Not I.

Alright. Enough avoiding writing my midterm paper. Ciao.

So I was making out with Ashton Kutcher...

...in my dream last night, which is all very strange because I am not in the least attracted to him. The even stranger part is that we were in my bed and when I looked past him, I noticed there was another girl also sleeping in my bed- no girl that I recognize. Then of course as it all starts to get good, my stupid alarm goes off. Have you ever been in the middle of a really good dream when your alarm goes off and you keep your eyes closed, press snooze, and pray that you fall back asleep and resume the dream? Yea well I tried that and it didn't work. I have no boyfriend & I'm not having sex, dear God can't I at least finish my damn dream? Apparently not.

Dreams are crazy though and I have had some really nutty ones including a period of time in which all I dreamt about were alligators. Ive looked up the stuff in those dream books but it never makes any sense. One of my other recent dreams was me and a whole bunch of people were at this hotel/rec center type thing for what looked like project graduation, except we were all in our 20's. The strange thing, even though it wasnt strange at the time, was that everyone was topless. It was no big deal in the dream, but looking back of course it makes me wonder. To top it all off, in the midst of this topless extravaganza there is a cupcake stand where the mother of one of my good friends is selling cupcakes, also topless. Very very strange.

I wonder if you can make yourself dream about something. Wouldn't that be a neato trick. With the amount of times I have seen that Elizabethtown trailer you would think I would be having dreams about Orlando Bloom. Unfortunately I am not that lucky.

I'll tell you who has made a few appearances in my dreams lately, Viggo Mortensen. Now he's not most ladies top pick, but there is something about him that is extremely intriguing. For you single ladies, go see A History of Violence, it's a guaranteed Viggo dream inducer. For you ladies in relationships, go buy a cheerleader outfit and then go see it. Your boyfriend will thank me.

Just when you thought you heard the last of me....

...I'm back.

Well I am still getting hits on this site everyday so that means I either have loyal readers awaiting my return or people googling for random shit that sends them my way.

Well it has been a hell of a long time to leave you post-less but a lot has changed in these past two months. Here's the rundown:

-Spent a lovely month in Florida in August soaking up some great family time and relaxing after a busy summer.

-Over the summer I took a course on magazines & newspapers and our final project was to develop a business plan for a new mag and pitch it to our teacher (the publisher of Smart Money Magazine). Well I pitched a new concept for a golf magazine and my teacher really took to it. So much so that we are in the process of setting up a meeting with the publisher of Golf Digest. There's no telling where this could go, but I've got my fingers crossed.

-Interviewed and was hired for my second internship with NBC, this time working in Olympic Operations. The Olympics offices are located in Stamford, CT- so it is a bitch and a half to get to work everyday, but they pay my transportation and I figured it would be worth it to be just involved in the upcoming games.

-Well it definitely was worth it. About 4 weeks into my internship my boss, the Director of Operations, offered me a positions as an Ops. Asst. during the games in Italy this winter. This would put me living in Italy working for the Olympics for 2 months. So of course a billion things needed to be answered first. I was planning on walking in May and graduating in August and now I had to make sure how to make this all work out. Long story short it is all working out and I leave for Italy on January 8th. It still has not completely hit me yet.

-On the school front, I was registered for a Sports Marketing class this semester that got moved to another campus at the last minute, so I reluctantly signed up for a class called "The Marketing of Creativity"- no professor listed. This of course is normally a deathtrap, but imagine my surprise when I walk into the first class and find that Joseph Abboud (famous fashion designer) is my professor. Talk about an interesting class. I already read his book and thought it was really great. It's not some fashionista course, although now the class is booked with buyers and designer wannabes. Joseph is actually extremely bright and insightful and its crazy to hear him talk about working with Ralph Lauren, Armani, and the lot of them like its no big thing. If you are so inclined, his book is titled "Threads" and has this girl's recommendation.


Well I think that just about sums it up for now. I'll hopefully keep up the writing thing so don't give up on me just yet.

Kisses.

Well I finally got to let it out

Ever since I moved here I have noticed many things about the differences between bars/clubs here and bars/clubs in Florida- the main thing being: hardly anyone dances. We can be at a really cool bar and they are playing awesome music and people will just sit there like its no big thing. Meanwhile I am dying to dance, but no one is dancing. Sure, there have been some places where there is "dancing", but its the "I don't really want to dance I am just kind of standing here moving around" type of thing.

What I want is the get down, hair in your face, so hot you're sweating, dancing. You know, the kind that you can feel the after affects in your legs for days after. Well, I am happy to say that last night I found that place and almost one year of built up non-dancing frustration was unleashed on all those there. Oh yea.

The place was Aubar on E. 58th. Let me tell you that DJ was amazing last night. EVERYONE was dancing their asses off and the music and atmosphere were fantastic. If you live in NYC and you haven't been there and enjoy getting down, I highly recommend it. My normal selection of places to frequent isn't normally this kind of place because it has a "strict & selective" door policy where the guy choosing to let you in is the wearing sunglasses at night type- but it is well worth it for the dancing.

This week is going to fly by and I couldn't be happier about that. I have a final on Monday, a major presentation on Tuesday, and an interview with NBC Sports & Olympics on Wednesday. The best part is that on Thursday I fly home to Florida for a month before school starts again. I will miss you new york, but I have got to have some family, pooch, and beach time. See you on the flip side.

There's a monster in my stomach

Well it was margarita night last night with the ladies and we headed over to Mo's Carribean on the Upper East Side for $1 margarita night. What do you think when you hear $1 margaritas? I anticipate a cup full of slushy ice crap that has a little flavor, but definitely no tequila. Well I was wrong- this place actually had strong margaritas for $1. My stupid mistake was consuming about 7 of these without anything more than some chips and salsa in my tummy. I am paying the price today. You know when you are in that "I can't even think about eating even though I know it will make me feel better" mood? Well I forced myself to eat something and it just isnt helping. It doesnt help that daytime tv is crap. I can only watch so many reruns of Laguna Beach. Ok, so I'm lying about that part. We all know I have a Laguna Beach problem.

I went running yesterday around the Washington Square Park area and let me tell you I thought I was going to die afterwards. Now before you start thinking I have no athletic endurance, what I am referring to is the extreme heat. Dear God what the hell is going on here?? Some days it is worse than Florida- particularly the days I have to ride on the subway. Down there it feels like you are all just sitting in a crock pot.

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