This makes me want to go vegan

Come for the chauvanism, stay for the steak?

Apparently Robert's Steakhouse in the Penthouse Executive Club has some of the best steaks in Manhattan. And strippers! I guess these guys are catering to men's utmost desires though. Yep. All men like a little herpes with their red meat.

Tagged

Dr. Brazen Hussy tagged me. Now I have to write down 10 weird things about myself. Like you didn't already come up with 20 weird things about me already.

1.) My ring finger on my right hand is all messed up because of my failed attempts at gymnastics when I was a teenager.

2.) I have a cap on one of my incisors also due to failed attempts at gymnastics. When I was 13 I tried to show my friends (at band camp no less) that I could do backhandsprings. I ended up falling straight on my face...like a verticle face plant which ended with a very chipped tooth.

3.) Also dentally related - I got part of my gums removed because my teeth always looked abnormally small when I smiled. This wasn't my idea, my mom and my dentist pressured me to actually get the surgery.

4.) When I chew repetatively my right mandibular condyle slips out of place. If you sit close enough while I'm eating chips you can hear the crackling sound in my jaw.

5.) I've gotten my ears, nose, and belly button pierced. Twice. They've all closed up at one time or another and I was indignant enough to get the piercings again.

6.) When I was a kid I feard ET almost as much as I loathed him.

7.) I've got an obsession with skin care products right now. Every time I walk by Duane Reade I think about buying some sort of new body scrub or moisterizers.

8.) I can end any conversation with a well intentioned joke or remark. I'll think something I'm about to say is brilliant or at least adequately funny and it will make everyone stop talking and look at me like I'm a crazy person.

9.) I've promised at least 60 people (50 of whom I've barely even met) that I will never dye my hair.

10.) I identify with too many Buffy plot lines. Like alot. Every time I see the end of season 2 I cry like a very pathetic baby.

I tag Rachel.

Like, gross

Monday Sorostitute Article

A sorority in Indiana attempted to raise membership by kicking out all the smart, "overweight" girls. Apparently by keeping a core of only teensy, over made-up biotches more college freshman will want to pledge! At least most of the girls dropped out after this act of women on women discrimination was done.

Funny though ... I swear there was a "No Fat Chicks" sign in front of the Greek houses at my university.

Tuesday Cocktail Blog

So this is inspired by Dr. Brazen Hussy's Monday cocktail blog. It's more or less a week late as I made it on Valentine's Day...but hey I just uploaded my photos over the long weekend.

The Love Cocktail

4 parts Sloe Gin

1/2 tsp fresh lemon juice

1/2 tsp rasberry syrup

1 egg white

Combine with cracked ice in cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously and strain into chilled cocktail glass. Drink with someone you wuuuuv (Ok even I'm not that cheesey).

The power of orange knickers

Your Lucky Underwear is Orange

You have an intense personality and crave extreme emotional experiences. And your lucky orange underwear will help you take it to a whole new level. Adventure and danger don't phase you - in fact you enjoy dicey situations. You're the first to take a risk, and the first to get the payoff. And while your risks sometimes result in great rewards, they also sometimes result in devastating failures. If you want to have intense moments without always risking all you have, put on your orange underpants. They'll help you experience life with rich emotions, no matter what you're doing.

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

Cause I'm in a good mood about it

Happy V-Day everybody! The cat and I are officially asking if you will be our valentine. So will ya?

Highly disturbing

You know something is wrong when you are walking down the street, glance at someone walking their dog, and say "Wow the sweater that dog is wearing is so cute."

Not in the sense of "What a cute puppy dog in a widdle sweater" but more in terms of "Do they make that in human style?"

Either my fashion sense is completely messed up or people in this city have way too much money.

Readjusting is not my strongest feature

Somehow all the effort I should be channeling into seminar paper research, teaching, classes, and personal growth is being redirected to re-arranging my room and watching horrendous television programs.

And I'm loving every minute of it.

Take a look. This is me - Happy Blogger. Notice the spring in my typing? It's grand. Maybe it's because I'm not paying any attention whatsoever to current events. Or is it because after a good bout of self loathing I realized...umm whatever I'm awesome and the root of the problem is totally not worth it? Possibly. Maybe because the first part of my comps are over? Is it because I now own 5 seasons of Buffy? Also possible. Ah the many joys of life.

I have a possible explanation for the newly embraced smiley happy WER. I'm thinking that the magnificent way in which graduate school beat me to a bloody pulp coupled with other ego crushing events over the past year and a half allowed me to look up at the soles of my own shoes...putting lots of things in perspective. So take that grad school! You thought you got me but I just came back stronger! Like a cockroach! Or Velveeta! Ha! Bring the rest of it on, biotch.

Although by "bring the rest of it on" I really mean, "Screw you I don't care anymore".