Saturday, November 17, 2012

Ladies and gentlemen, we have tacos

I'm waiting for my delicious bodega tacos now, and I'm very excited. And I just saw Twilight. By myself, if course. Duh.

Friday, November 16, 2012


Trip to M&J this morning for work. Delightful.

As Spinsterly as it Gets

Eating McDonalds alone in Manhattan on a Friday night is pretty much as spinsterly as it gets. But you'd be surprised how many people are doing it. I suppose we all feel pretty safe that no one we know will see us here. I am, in fact, sitting next to a family of foreign tourists who are eating mayonnaise and ketchup on their fries.

It's been a crazy long week - what with my sharing a desk with the freelancer who has a suggestion for how I can do pretty much whatever I'm doing better and more efficiently. She, too, is a spinster.

But I did get to do some awesome stuff at work this week. I made jewelry and glued studs and sequins on a hand knitted hat. And, of course, I went trim shopping at Tinsel Trading and M&J, both of which are always a treat.

I hope to spend the rest of my weekend with one Dr. Frasier Crane working on my Christmas calendar. Spinsterly bliss.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Presentation Day

Coming to you from the moonstruck diner where I'm eating breakfast on the morning of my first informal presentation at the new job. There I'd an Indian woman staring at me from across the room where she's having breakfast with her husband.

I stayed at the office until 10:45 last night doing some project the freelancer couldn't seem to make happen though she worked very hard on it. These things happen sometimes.

That being said, I'm very sleepy. I haven't left the office before 9:30 since last Wednesday.

The Indian couple just left, and I feel much more comfortable without an audience.

But I guess I'll see how this presentation goes. The good thing about being a spinster is that no one bothered me about how late I've been working.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Late Night Score - Spinster Style

Last night I got home from work around 10:15. But I stopped off at the Rite Aid at my stop. And what did I see? Honey bunches of oats buy one get one free. Major score. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what I had for dinner.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Waiting in line

Coming to you from the longest line ever at the Gap. I had to buy pants SIX sizes larger than usual today. I mean, really? But I did an hour on the treadmill this morning. But I ate chocolate from a kiosk at the mall. Geez.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Day 3 breakfast

I learned this breakfast from a spinster at my last job: plain oatmeal with a scrambled egg and salt and pepper. Protein plus oatmeal. Keeps you full till lunch easily. But this oatmeal today may be the best I've ever had.

Do, day two of the job was a bit more productive. Went to a meeting with a knit source. But the freelancer whose been filling in is making it awkward, saying she wants to stay and that she wants this job. Awkward.

For dinner last night: half a bag if grapes, a can of corn, a spoon of peanut butter. Don't be jealous of my spinster life.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Breakfast on my second day

So I started a new job yesterday. The office units like working in a Victoria's Secret catalog for hipsters. There are literally floor to ceiling photos of nubile 18 year olds (I can only hope they are that much younger than I am) dancing about in their undies. I did an hour on the treadmill last night and ate an apple with peanut butter for dinner. But you can see here pictured what I'm having for breakfast. More as the story unfolds.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

House Hunting and Returning to The City

So, my flight was cancelled and rebooked for a day later, giving me an extra day to enjoy my time in the south. With my extra day, my mom and I saw what seemed like a million houses with a very kind and patient real estate agent. To the left you'll find a photo of the kitchen in one of the houses we saw. The kitchen was literally twice the size of my bedroom. I almost fainted. It was glorious. I wanted to lay down on the marble countertops. But I didn't. But I wanted to.

One of the weird ways living in New York has manifested itself in me is that whenever I see a large space, I just want to move in with absolutely nothing and live in the emptiness. I'd like to lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and make snow angels in the lack of dust and dirt a newly cleaned house would have. And I'd like only to use the microwave and never dirty the kitchen. But have the kitchen nonetheless. And eat cereal sitting on a bar stool at the counter. And of course i'd have a house keeper, and she'd clean everything else. 

But in reality I alway make a mess, and somehow things accumulate. And I never put them away. Because, really, isn't it terrible the way cleaning never gets permanently done? You always have to do it again. And it's not even enjoyable. So, in my spinsterhood, I really have decided only to do it when I'm absolutely disgusted with the state of my living space.

And speaking of my living space, I'm back in the city. I'd like to report that I got a cab in no time flat yesterday without even waiting in line. But When I got to my apartment, I saw I would have a time getting inside. Pictured to the left is my apartment, taped off, obscured by a fallen tree. But we still had power. So...really, now that it's been trimmed, it's really not bothering us.'s not bothering me, at least.

But then I came inside and remembered that I live like a colony of squatters and leave about as much mess. At some point I'm going to have to figure out how to get a real house keeper. I can't be bothered to do it myself. My spinsterhood lends me the luxury of never feeling the necessity of cleaning for company. And what a luxury it is...until I have to get up to go to the restroom in the middle of the night and trip over my still-packed suitcase a month after I've returned from a trip.

But on to other things...

My butt seems to be colonizing my legs, and I blame Snickersbinge 2012 among many, many other things - or perhaps more accurately - meals. So, this morning, I may have compounded New York's need for disaster relief by causing small tremors in the earth as I jogged in my stretchy pants down the frigid streets of my neighborhood. If there's anything to make a girl want to work out more, it's being seen in public in stretchy running pants. That should very possibly be used as a form of punishment for eating innumerable fun-sized Snickers for breakfast for days on end. In fact, now that I think of it, it effectively was.

But the point of even starting that paragraph was to say this: The news media is all about what a disaster hurricane Sandy was for Queens, but it all pretty much looked the same to me. So...they need to calm down and state the specific neighborhood in Queens more often. It was the Rockaways, which are much closer to Brooklyn and, debatably, should actually be part of Brooklyn. 

But in any case, that is all. I'm sitting in my bed in all my clothes at 4:34 pm on a saturday. Under the covers. Livin' it up Spinsta Style.