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[May. 17th, 2009|12:29 am] |
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i had no idea what kinds of smells my body was capable of making. all i know is that my uniform has a shelf life of 3 days max — and that's really pushing it. also, it's really difficult to casually look like you're applying perfume for purchase as opposed to covering up faint smells of yourself. apparently no one else can smell me, but shouldn't making yourself sick be enough? |
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[May. 4th, 2009|12:23 am] |
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when i look back on all of this, i will lovingly refer to this period of my life as the new jersey period. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2009|08:42 pm] |
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There is no water in our apartment because the Midwest blows. My feet are cold. Also, I'm running out of underwear because I can't get my fat ass to the laundry mat. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
Today marks the end of my first weekend off in about a month. I am very relaxed and warm and ready to cringe at season 2 of Extras. SF and Sacramento were temperate and nice. It was awesome to see my cousin and finally eat at her restaurant twice. Blood is thicker than bones, i.e. Carly got the hook-upppp. I love crab.
Day one: Crab Crazy at Nettie's Crab Shack
crab cakes, poached egg hollandaise, toast
oyster po’ boy, tartar sauce
butterscotch pudding, whipped cream
Day two: Chef's Tasting Menu (with wine pairings)
MARTIN’S ARUGULA & LOCAL APPLE SALAD: Organic Local Apples, Serena Farmhouse Cheese, Caramelized Apple & Full Belly Farms Walnut Vinaigrette
LOCAL DUNGENESS CRAB & SCALLION CREPES: Braised Baby Onions, Sea Level Farms Chervil, Meyer Lemon Hollandaise, Shellfish Butter
PROVENANCE SAUVIGNON BLANC, Napa Valley 2007
DUCK ON RADICCHIO (not on menu)
ANCIENT PEAKS CABERNET SAUVIGNON Santa Lucia, Margarita Vineyard 2006
5 DOT RANCH NEW YORK STEAK: Braised Leek & Cauliflower Gratin, Roasted Fingerling Potatoes, Wild Arugula, Organic Leek & Caper Salsa Verde
HANDLEY PINOT NOIR Anderson Valley 2006
ARTISAN DOMESTIC CHEESES - Toasted Levain, Fruit Mostarda
I was also paired with some kind of port -- can't remember which. It was amazing. I was too stuffed for dessert, so I was given a take home of some cookies and a shot of espresso.
Day three: Unexpected Tasting Menu with Lou
MONTEREY BAY SARDINES CROSTINI: Star Route Farms Arugula, Lemon Aioli, Roasted Organic Beets & Rosa’s Black Olive Vinaigrette
Maine Sweet Shrimp Hushpuppies, Spicy Remoulade
SPICY CAROLINA GOLD RICE JAMBALAYA: Maine Sweet Shrimp Chorizo, Local Manila Clams & Roasted Calamari, Saffron Sauce, Pickled Hungarian Pepper, Scallion & Lovage Relis
BERKSHIRE PORK & HEDGEHOG MUSHROOM RAGOUT: Local Hedgehog Mushrooms, Organic Greens, Yukon Gold Potato Dumplings, Parmesan Cheese
At this point, I had to send word to the kitchen to stop making food. She then sent out a mousse sampler and some sort of sorbet with pomegranate sauce and seeds. In between I ate at In-N-Out twice because it was fucking amazing.
I came home Wednesday to the reminder that I live in the Midwest and it's still winter. Michael and I got a Baconegger at Vella. It was wonderful. I finished up the work week on Thursday and Friday, slightly fried/brain dead and was severely/annoyingly delayed after work because of yet another loop protest. Christ, I hate people. I miss the days of protests being confined to plazas and things generally nowhere near me/hindering me from getting from point A to point B. Instead I have to weave in and out through a bunch of slow walkers and people shouting out shit. I can't even go into the bank without a group of protesters standing in my fucking way. Point proven: I am officially even less interested in hearing what you have to say. Man, I miss living in quiet, passive Prague where even beggars didn't bother you.
In other news, I think someone has been having snack attacks on my TJ rice crackers while I was gone. My half bag has suddenly dwindled to a quarter bag before I came back to the office. When I find the snack attack culprit, they will pay.
Michael and I had our 6 month anniversary, which rules because it means we've been able to stand each other that long. That's love, baby. We went to Le Bouchon and had the reasonable $25 prix fixe, with french onion soup, steak with pomme frites and garlic butter, and apple tarte for dessert. Then we went to Violet Hour, which was totally amazing. The Juliet and Romeo was so delicious and refreshing and the Hush and Wonder kind of tasted like a margarita going down with a sweet sorbet after taste. I got kind of hammered, we came back and watched some more Dr. Who, because it rules. We're almost through season 1. I'll miss this Doctor. Too bad you're only on for one season.
I am watching a television show about a heroin pig and it's gross. Time for Matt's Cookies and general fat-assery. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|03:16 am] |
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. This applies primarily to the contents of my wallet and several debit card purchases impulsively made under the justification of being in the adult playground capital of America and generally not having anything beyond casinos and the worst daquiri slurpee cups known to man as the only sources of entertainment.
Saw Beatles Cirque Du Soleil "Love" show and it was well worth the arm and leg it cost to get tickets. I was thoroughly entertained and didn't even need drugs.
Vegas buffets are definitely not worth the extra dough. Except maybe the Bellagio and I totally fucked that one up by allowing temptress Paris Hotel to woo me with an all-you-can-eat French buffet. It sounds wayyy better than it actually was.
Spent unnecessary amount on bad aforementioned daquiri to obtain a faux fabrege egg-esque drinky container, and also spent money on two glasses of wine with ridic price points. Since when is Hess worth $15/glass. Seriously.
Tomorrow I go to SF, work, drive to Sacramento, work and then go to Oakland and go home. Hopefully I'll get my voice back. Too bad you can't transport delicious Californian wine home with you. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
I started drinking before I remembered to take pictures.
This is pretty much what we ate
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|07:57 am] |
Man, it's so cold outside. I was hoping that global warming might make winters warmer since polar bears are drowning, but I guess you can't win 'em all. Here's to SUVs.
I did not take any pictures of Circuit City. I spent most of my time driving through icicles and moisturizing. At one store, I helped a guy who looked like a younger/chubbier Tommy Lee Jones. He was a lawyer, but could totally pull part-time baller status with the way he was waving that credit card around. Maybe he and I can be best friends someday. The rest of Indiana is filled with a beautiful array of mullets and other dated hairstyles.
Working 7 days a week is hard. You think that every morning you wake up might be the morning you get to have a lazy day and do nothing, forgetting that just because you were so tired you fell sleep like a rock at 9:30 does not mean you slept well enough to not work. Anyway, I've taken to watching the History channel in hotel rooms. Decidedly Hiltons are my favorite -- except I wish they had a free continental breakfast like the Fairfield or Comfort Suites.
Tomorrow is technically a day off because it's Christmas Eve, but I am spending it with Michael's family and going to some sort of mass service. I'm hoping it's not a Ukrainian service because it's pretty hard to stay attentive for hours during a service you have no idea what is being said. I am looking forward to getting waaaasted on vishnovka and eating like 12 courses of white fish. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
up until this past month, i've never had a fried egg on a pizza. not long before that, i had a fried egg on my kuma burger.
decidedly, fried egg and bacon pizza is like the greatest thing ever invented. it totally turned my awful "last-minute-i'm-too-tired-to-cook-shit-omg-why-the-fuck-is-michael-closing-and-not-cooking-me-dinner-instead" bagel pizza concoction into a delicious act of desperation.
on a side note, being that i'm leaving for indiana, i think i'm going to spend the rest of the month taking photos of circuit cities around the midwest and vegas. |
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| Entry from random art studio class journal |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|09:22 pm] |
"Statement:
I feel that this semester deals more of my own emotions rather than just people's relations with food as a general notion. SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE"
"Visual: VCR eats VHS titled 'OH NO!! A new thriller."
Fact: this is why I got kicked out of art school/no one thinks I'm funny.
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|08:08 am] |
Sebastien Tellier serenaded me last night while drinking at least two bottles of wine last night.
"I don't speak much english....but eh....I can talk about my mother. She was fat. And ugly. She waz an embarrassment for ze whole family."
I wish we could hang out all the time and be best friends.
The downer is I'm totally sick now. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|07:52 pm] |
Current agenda:
Tonight:
Sebastian Tellier
Snuggle with Michael, despite the fact I smell like an extra value meal
Thursday:
Open bar with co-workers
Friday:
Rental car and down to Champaign
Saturday-Sunday:
Work a whole lot, crash a bit, go back to Chicago
Wednesday-Thursday:
Leave for Lafayette, Indiana
Friday-Saturday:
Work in Indianapolis
Sunday:
Work in Fort Wayne and then drive 5 hours home
Wednesday:
Ukrainian Christmas
Thursday:
Jewish Christmas
Friday-Sunday:
Work in Las Vegas, possibly gamble and definitely try to see Wayne Newton
Wednesday:
Finalize New Years Eve plans. Probably fail.
Thursday, 2009:
Hangover
Friday-Sunday:
Work in Michigan
I would like to pencil you in for 2009!
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[Dec. 5th, 2008|08:00 pm] |
dear livejournal,
i found a dress. apparently there are not photos of it online, but the shoes i bought to correspond did have photos so this is the shoe i am wearing with my dress (second shoe not featured, but included).
the dress is really nice too, trust me. ailie is coming to do my hair. it will be like the prom experience i should have had, except i'm looking forward to this and i actually like my date.
my office gave me a blackberry storm, so i'm reminded of how shitty my paid phone is within a second of having this glossy beauty grace my hand. it's like the more i try to say, "NO, INTERNET," the more i'm forced to do shit on it. what a life we live in. first world troubles are phenomenally rough.
i've been having dreams of being attacked by small animals. someone usually ends up dying (not part of the story).
michael said my titties smell like burger king. a junior whopper. he was kidding, but unfortunately he told all his coworkers that he said my titties smell like an extra value meal and so eventually i'll have to face the music. he made me a delicious steak dinner that was still kicking. friday and saturday is steak night, i guess. extravagant company party, here i come! also, we're going to go see sebastien tellier on tuesday.
this is sebastien tellier with daft punk:
yeah, i know.
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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|11:33 pm] |
aquaphor is a blessing from god. there is a heaven and it consists of eucerin filled clouds that penetrate the driest pores of my skin and rehydrates. i am reborn, drenched in essential oils and shit.
note to corporation: i am available for hire. all of these praises and more can be yours for the selling out, for an exceptionally low, low price. please contact for additional details.
in other news: i hate dress shopping. i hate shopping for clothes, but i hate dress shopping more. i particularly hate it when it's sale season and i have to deal with store after store after store only to be left with the following two choices:
option #1: a cheap and unflattering looking strapless dress, usually wrinkled and very boring looking.
option #2: a cheap and unflattering looking dress made of jersey material and embellished with a variety of faux gems that will surely fall off as soon as it exits the store.
needless to say, i am in quite a pickle for this company christmas party on saturday. if i want my free filet mignon and open bar, i better be dressed to a T. this is a formal engagement after all. on a worse note, i've recently had the epiphany that none of my clothes are suitable for any occasion. everything from my jeans to my nightgowns are tattered and crippling my style. sorry, i take that back. my style was always crippled. i just don't have college as an excuse anymore.
here is a photo of executive koala because i'm incapable of ending a journal entry on any sort of relevant note.
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|09:46 pm] |
tonight i made "tuna surprise," except the surprise was that i had no idea what my plan of action was when i was making it. my game plan was to start boiling some noodles and see where it went from there. on that note, i made a potato in the microwave and it has been sitting there for 3 or so hours. i'm going to go get that right now.
update: man, a wasted potato is a terrible thing.
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[Nov. 11th, 2008|06:47 pm] |
i'm officially boring because i have a corporate job and therefore no time to read livejournal or do basic things like put away my laundry and put fresh sheets on my bed, or buy groceries, so i come home and realize i have nothing to eat again.
first and foremost: corporate job is very cool. wages are up, which means i can probably afford to pick up steadier habits like drinking and birth control again. also, i have a desk and a phone and will probably get business cards. on the downside, i'm giving it 2 weeks before i don't have enough time/am too apathetic to do my brunch blog. one of the problems with having a fulfilling job is that the things you did to stimulate your life suddenly become obsolete, like brunch blogs and close-knit friendships. i am now motivated by fun and our lady of the all mighty dollar!
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second, much to everyone's dismay, i'm still dating michael. we're in love and shit, which means we do things like laundry and disagreeing on movies we want to watch that night because he wants a drama and i want an erotic thriller. just kidding. he probably wants a comedy or something with blood. it's really beautiful.
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i really like living with adina. she makes me laugh all the time. i really liked it a lot when she was at home today because i realized i locked my keys in the house and had to pee really bad. it's good to know she's reliable in desperate situations like that, and also, she pays her bills on time. we watch tv sometimes and attempt to bake things.
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in world news: illinois' own barack obama is now the president-elect. i suppose the only people unaware of this are the rock/cave-dwelling folks, who probably don't pay taxes and therefore don't really care. also in world news, prop 8 passed, which was undoubtedly doomed from the start.
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i can't stop falling asleep and craving chocolate. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|05:58 pm] |
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dear livejournal, i'm fat. i suspect it has to do with stuffing my face with gyros and french fries and also the fact that riesen is highly accessible to me at my work. but seriously, if i didn't have that 10 second moment of my day where i can belt out "i neeeed a riiiieeeesseennn! lord yeaaahhh" i really don't know if i'd make it through the day. because i seriously need a riesen to make it. |
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| Day 2: I was wrong |
[Oct. 13th, 2008|07:12 pm] |
And its name was hay fever.
There is no relief. I am beaten, bruised, my nasal cavity as raw as Lindsay Lohan's must feel every morning.
Leaves are dying, my sinuses are dying. My lips are chapped and I look like a torture victim in an Allegra commercial.
 Every time I'm about to sneeze, my fingers shake and my eyes roll back into my head as I grasp for air. The worst is when I think I'm going to sneeze and I don't. I've been on the verge of sneezing for the past 40 seconds. You seriously have no idea. |
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| Day 1: the post-nasal blitzkrieg |
[Oct. 12th, 2008|11:41 am] |
Today marks the first of what will inevitably be a long and whining series of updates pertaining what I suspect is a sinus infection. Please, don't act too shocked. Like a birthday or an anniversary, this is just another celebration of stricken illness that plagues me every year, but simply prolonged beyond that cake, balloons and marching band.
Current status: The unsuspected post-nasal attack. Gets me every time. Mucus is splotted, strained, and blood shot with fear. In the line of defense is one glass of orange juice, one mug of tea and the forced, false mental reassurance that everything will be okay. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2008|08:15 am] |
About a week ago, I read this article on the Men's Health website about 20 Things She Wishes You Knew About Her or How To Get Laid or something along those lines that had gems like these:
You can put down the weights and the protein shakes. You might want us to be perfect looking; we simply want you not to be fat.
Real men drive stick shift.
I'm terrified of becoming my mother, even though I admire her.
I get turned on simply seeing that I have an e-mail from you.
If I'm not having sex with you, I'm . . . a.) . . . having a fat day. b.) . . . not feeling "connected" to you. c.) . . . blackmailing you to get something I want.
and this one, which I strongly disagree with:
Oral sex is your get-out-of-the-doghouse-free card. Manolo Blahnik shoes also do the trick.
I call bullshit. Fuck Manolo Blahnik's.
These shoes are hideous and could pay off my credit card debt. I'd like to thank Sex In The City for ruining women everywhere and perpetuating stereotypes that we're materialistic and generally retarded. If a boyfriend purchased me $800 shoes, I'd tell him to return it and give me the cash.
Anyway.
Michael and I went on a date last night for the first time in a while, except unintentionally. Our intent was to get supposedly free beer at the Hop Leaf that was being advertised by Goose Island, as they were launching their 2006 vintage Bourbon County Stout, except you had to be there at precisely 6 p.m. to get a small tasting. Naturally, we were maybe a minute too late and decided to get a table in the back instead and eat some goddamn mothafuckin' aphrodiasiac-inducin' fuck yeah mothafucka mussels.
So, what was supposed to be a quickie free drink night — and the first time Michael has ever suggested we go to a bar— turned into a $40 night. Not bad though, considering we got pork confit, a shit ton of mussels and 3 beers (I only had one since my tolerance is now embarrassingly rock bottom due to cutting out most alcohol to save money, which is usually the first thing people cling to in times of poverty. Always gotta go the alternative, shittier route, don't I?). Anyway, it was all romantic and shit.
Then I had to get a double cappuccino at Metro because I don't think I can comprehend dealing with life after 9 p.m., and then hung out with fellow poverty-stricken writer, Katie, who I half-interned with at Venus. I've run into her about 5 times over the past several months arbitrarily, which is funny considering I never run into anyone. Decidedly, I think she's a doll.
In unrelated news, Google seems to be interfering with my website turning up in their search results. This seemed to happen after I dabbled in getting adsense, but soon realized that I have to pay for my WordPress to be able to put ads in it. Because it no longer comes up second page when you search chicago brunch, my web traffic went down three fold. I sense a correlation.
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| Carly's current wish list in life |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|06:56 pm] |
1. money
2. a subscription to The New Yorker
3. St Germain Elderflower Liqueur
4. new clothes
5, a copy of Fishing With John on dvd
6. brunch
7. money
8. a bundt pan, a plastic spatula, and mixing bowls
9. a tagine
10. a frame to hang my diploma in. it's currently sitting on the floor. it's a b.s.
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