Trying really hard not to start the emo blogging

It's hard to come back to New York after 10 stress free days on the beach with my new husband.  It just is. A fact that was made monumentally more difficult by some bad early afternoon decisions involving a bottle of duty-free Patron, one woman's raging hormones (the one's that turn otherwise lovely young gal into a fire breathing harpy), Mario Cart and a rather pathetic attempt at a game of Yahtzee. 

Now, it's Monday and my pee soaked apartment remains a malodorous disaster (my 17 year old beloved grows more incontinent by the day), I've got oodles of laundry to do and about $70 worth of produce to eat before the chorus of "I told you sos" breaks out from the sofa (although we managed to get through all of the limes on Saturday...go figure).

As I sit here reflecting on this great debacle, I'm waiting to go into a meeting that was supposed to start three hours ago - one where my ass will more assuredly get unceremoniously handed to me.

And to top it all of - the post went up to 50 cents today.  Bastards!

In addition to my normal clean underwear providing chores, I have a running list of things quality of life tasks that I'm itching to do.  And when I say itching, I mean I think a lot about it but never actually do it.

Among these tasks  -

1. Update my iPod. Not only am I sick of everything I have on here, when I uploaded my music (two years ago?) I set it up so there there wouldn't be duplicate songs.  Little did I know that this would prevent 70% of my albums from being uploaded.  Let me assure you that I didn't buy "J to the Lo" - the remix album for the great selection of previously unreleased dance hits.  Nosireebob!  I don't know how I've managed to make it through these last two years without the Murder Inc. version of "I'm Real".
2. Update my blogroll. I've been on a bit of a mid-blog crisis as of late.  I've stopped reading blogs that made me feel bad about myself, started reading blogs that made me feel worse, started reading the old blogs, stopped reading the new, ultimately abandoned some all together and then found some more.  I thought about tossing in a Brokeback joke here but even this JLo loving emo-blogger knows that about as original as a Diablo Cody script!  HUZZAH! 
3. Update my list of creepy actors who I can no longer like because of their affiliation to a certain "church"...I'm looking at you Will Smith.
4. Decide what to do with that bookcase and the contents of said bookcase which seems to be the focus off all my crazy.  Seriously, I'm feeling overwhelmed by this desire to make my life more simple and this innocent bookcase in my living room is the focus of my attentions. Don't get me wrong...I HATE THIS BOOKCASE.  But it really isn't the root of any of my problems or my issues. Some might say I'm projecting.
5. Stop making lists in my head.

To this end - if any of you have any great ideas regarding new music, blogs, effective ways to combat clutter in a Manhattan apartment - will you help a girl out?  Additionally, I would love a yoga buddy on the UWS.  I mention this because I'm learning that sometimes in order to get what you need or what you want you've just gotta ask. 

Comments

[Ari]

does your yoga buddy need to be remotely coordinated? :)

[Laura]

You've met me, right? NOT AT ALL. YAY!