February 2010
79 posts
Different day, different train. Same idea. This was on the way to the Black Eyed Peas concert which actually ended up being a huge flop because the tickets my friend bought were counterfeit. I attest, they looked real. I would have fallen for it too. I clearly enjoy these performers and their portable juke boxes.
I have seen singers, guitar players, mariachi performers, drummers and pedophiles on the subway. However, earlier this week I witnessed my very first dance off. You have to watch it all the way through (hint, a sexual position usually reserved for porn stars on two hands). It’s quite amazing, especially since this was on a moving train. I was impressed!
Love Gaga
“The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself. My image was an issue at my record label. I fought for months and cried at meetings. I got criticized for being arrogant because if you’re sure of yourself as a woman they say you’re a bitch whereas if you’re a man and you’re strong-willed...
Snow day blues…
Snow Day
I’m going a bit stir crazy. I’m dreaming of the sun shining, green grass breaking through the ground, and warm spring days in Central Park. Going through the DVD collection and will probably end up watching lots of Sex and the City today.
J. Simpson
I just posted this the other day about Jessica Simpson. http://lifecast.cassidygard.com/post/407868196/messy-black-eye-liner-hot-mess-hair-and-rocker
I’m quite the fan of Ms. Simpson, good company to keep for lunch! :)
easylikesundaymorning:
And today, I left my mundane paper pushing job, and went to lunch with Jessica Simpson and the fiance. For real. Sometimes, I can’t believe my own...
Black Eyed Peas
Tonight is the Black Eyed Peas concert at Madison Square Garden. I am so excited. I love them all and I know it’s going to be spectacular. This will be my third MSG concert. The first two being Weezer in 2008 and Britney Spears in 2009. I’m looking forward to seeing the costumes, dancers, and asthetic of the stage design.
This is Why I Hate Cell Phones
1. The anxiety of too much choice. A fact so readily apparent that it has escaped reflection: The cell phone has changed the nature of seduction. One carries in one’s pocket, wherever one goes, the means of doing something other than what one is presently doing, or being with someone other than the person one is with. Take this excerpt from a 31-year-old straight male Diarist living on the Upper...