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to rabbit rabbit first thing!!!!!

hmmmm... well... i apologized to TGIDSDKWTW about how i was "flirty" and he responded...

so I was no further than 20 feet from my office when I was leaving tonight when I recognized a familiar face (even though i've met him only once)

who walked by me and caused me to scream out "ken!!!"... I really wanted to scream "DONKEY!!" but then i'd sound like Shrek...

yes friends... the donkey was positively glowing this evening

we work across the street from each other and i'm about 3 floors down.

neat, huh?

had to catch my train (& a slice of pizza) so I didn't yap long.

oh so I had to pick up a paper to read since I finished The Lovely Bones this morning.... my god, that book made me cry on the train about 7 times on friday alone when I bought it - I had to keep setting it down. but read it a little last night and finished this morning. highly recommend.

so anyway... think things are smoothing over with TGIDBDKWTW... if the RHB calls that'd be a surprise. I am not holding my breath though...

my hair is a horrid rat's nest right now btw...

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well, after getting a little lost finding the polling place, I got there... stood in line in front of a 40-something year old guy & his wife - it was the first time voting for both of them... so that was neat... seriously, I feel like it's christmas eve, super bowl sunday and the seventh game of the series (with my guy as a red sox ... what's the singular of sox? red sock? don't get me started with that topic again)

anyway... my vote has been counted. I didn't go straight down the line... I vote for who I want and if that means mixing dems up with reps, I do. and I did.

so I voted early. was able to make my regular train actually (i was early for it... they should have elections every day)

and I am voting often... how, gigs, how?

well, by hounding y'all to get your asses to the polls. I woke up at frigging 5am to do this... so scrape your registered heinies off the chair and go make your voice heard!!!!!

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I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; I will not refuse to do the something I can do.

-- Helen Keller (1880-1968) American Writer

VOTE or DIE.

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i forgot about this little site that i was involved with designing (god help them they haven't changed the look/feel in 5 years since i did it) but i am a little afraid of the voting results with this one...

vote.com

msnbc is saying:

bush: 207
kerry:206

come on!

crap. now bush just won something or other and it's 210/206
(missed what it was because i was typing loud.)

i am so tired.

by the way... what the fuck, you damned punk kids... all bark, no bite.

oh. ohio. please.

Hello Cleveland, are you ready to pick a president!!!!??!??!

(at least i'm one of 92,621 smart folks in ocean county, nj.)

if... if... bush remains president, he is our president and i will stand behind him...

praying that he doesn't do anything insanely stupid again, but standing behind him nonetheless.

my lungs are collapsing and my feet are now conspiring to kill me.

I missed the 7:20am out of manasquan... people in front of me were going 10mph and I was half a block from the train station when I saw it pull up. no way I could make it.

so I drove north on 71.

saw it pass by me.

spring lake. missed it.
belmar. missed it.
bradley beach. at the station.
so I said screw it and tried to speed to long branch.

now, when I drove up to exit 159 on the GSP everyday, sure, I had road rage...

but the route 71/i have to make a train road rage is something special...

I now have a sore throat from yelling at idiots and I am pretty sure I threw my right shoulder out from flipping the bird at some old lady in a lincoln.

fast forward. I prepped my $2 to shove in the teeny parking space money slot (i used bills. no time for 8 coins) and ran down the 23 steps... then ran up the 26 steps as the train pulled into the station... I got to the top step just as the doors opened.

thank god.

as I write this, two station stops have passed and my breathing is somewhat back to normal... but they had had that piercing cool fall air burn that slices into your lungs when you run...

now I am gonna sleep for 35 min since my earplugs are in place.

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just walked into the office.

in under 3 weeks, i have now built up a repor with my coffee guy... he has my large coffee with just milk ready for me as i step up to the window..

yay!

this happened once last week... but today it was the 3rd consecutive day that he had it ready...

yay!

one of my nyc dreams has come true... again.

yes. rapport, peewee

man, cut me some slack, chicky... i was working on 3 hours sleep.

speaking of sleep...

caught it. no hassles (except for the 3 extremely chatty & loud women from asbury park... but I moved to another car after that)

this morning we have a benefits meeting that I am excited for... BENEFITS... yay!

I need to go get my eyes checked - last I did was 1999... and I wouldn't mind getting back on the ABVs soon... sure i've been off them for a month and a half and haven't had any problems... but I like knowing when exactly my friend is arriving and knowing that a rugrat won't be in 9 months.

that said... I also want to go to a dermatologist... just for a check-up since I was tanning salon maven for a while.

eye doc.
chick doc.
skin doc.

oh! dentist! I haven't been since feb of 2003... knock on wood my teeth feel fine. brush & floss these white babies of mine.

401k... life ins. and all that as well - guessing they'll go over it all.

I think my old doc - john weiner - might not take insurance anymore. he was great (soho associates @ corner of prince & b'way) best doc I ever had.

anyway train's pulling into penn... gotta get ready to greet my coffee guy.

have the most fantastic day of your lives!

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wow! didn't think i would get it til tomorrow - but...

i got my first paycheck here... TODAY!

woot!

now i have to wait for it to clear...

(looking like a trip to the bank during lunch today!)

add onto the list (previous post) of things to do:
GET MY HAIR CUT!!! not chopped. styled. haven't since march.

it's all about commuting again isn't it?
I saw the 7:21 pull out of the station as I was pulling in.

rather than freaking out and trying to beat it to long branch, I waited for the 7:51 out of 'squan.

grabbed an egg bagel with butterl (not a bagel with egg) and a big ass coffee and waited

and played games on my treo.

I swear if I didn't have this phone I would be crying profusely during each commute.

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to the people 2 rows ahead of me, I understand that you and your girlfriend are upset about the election results... but it's fricking 8:40am and I am trying to sleep since, unlike you, I am not skipping work to see if "Democracy Plaza" is 'still there'... so quit effing talking at the top of you lungs.

to the mom and dad 5 rows up... that's nice of you to bring your THREE kids (all under 4) into nyc... next time drive a fucking car... 'is this new york?' "no." 'is this new york?' "no sweetie" 'whyyyyyy?' 'wahhhhhhhh'

me: !$!#@

I hate the 7:51 train... from here on out known as the RifRafExpress

there was another car I moved from before because there were 5 kids across the aisle from me (between 6 and 10 yrs old) and a gaggle of about 20 yammering russians (actually the one russian dude in his 20s sitting next to me before long branch was hot & smelled good... wanted to write that but he was reading my treo over my shoulder)

I think I want to start a petition for a kid's car for the train. make the conductor dress silly and keep them out of my frigging hair.

in the immortal (and repetitive words of the one kid who's parents are now effing SINGING):

"is this the last stop?"

nope, erin, you poor bastard... there're 13 more stations to go.

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sittibg in cab afrte rudy's. frrnch haitian cabbie. smells think I may puke. not being racist. just following my nose. smells like rotting onions

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think I may pass out on traun so uof anyone on the 10:41pm to bayhead could wake me up at 'squan.....

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yikes. got a bit tipsy last night.

am watching Punchline for the millionth time right now... ironically today is the 5 year anniversary of me getting up onstage for the first time...

i'll get back up there soon!!

so right now (sunday) is TGIDBDKWTW's 37th birthday. huge f*cking fight with him. not too damned pleased with him. at least the rhb called me this afternoon (that had nothing to do with the fight)

the only thing that was decent about tonight was the rigatoni with pumpkin and goatcheese with a walnut sauce (fantastic)

anyway. i am tired from crying and listening to him speak.

when i picked up "America" (one of the gifts i bought him... which i was told was a "good effort" --- GOOD EFFORT... don't even)

anyway when i bought that book i also picked up "he's just not that into you" at the same time. going to sit down and read it now.

(i also want to get - but didn't have the money - "when the brain can't hear"... which is about auditory processing dysfunction... which is the LD that i have)

susan sent me this cartoon!!! LOVE IT!

so i started reading the "He's Just Not That Into You" book... loving it so far...

peeling off a facial mask in one piece...

I really don't care. I did it (maybe it was because I've been devouring the aforementioned book... but I did it... sent an email though because I am stronger in writing...

Good morning, Mike.

I am sitting here on the train and I've come to the conclusion that you are not the guy for me.

What we have is not a healthy relationship and I am not about to sit around waiting to feel something deeper with you, especially since the other night after I handed you your birthday gifts, you said "good effort" and "i hate you." to me.

I deserve better than that type of abusive cruelty... And that is why we have to end this.

good luck finding your ideal and all the best.
Erin

blah blah airing dirty laundry. at this point I really don't care. I find him to be a bit pretentious... and he doesn't watch teevee. now, if he reads this... whatever. at this point there's nothing to salvage.

right now I am waiting for my connecting train in newark... redheaded guy in suit about 30 feet to my right... 28 feet.. 22 feet... getting closer... hello my commuting leprechaun... come hither...........

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so... if anyone chooses to send an email to this delightful person (?) who's email states "her" name as Jessica Porter... feel free...

so anyway... now that our grouchy bear post is behind us...

nothing major happening today. was told i am doing a "great job" at work thus far. i finished that book that i mentioned a couple of posts ago and am ready to go date and start dumping guys right and left... ha.

the commute to and fro work today was uneventful... think my body is starting to get used to it...

i was paid on thursday, and i deposited the dang check... has it cleared yet? no. so i've had $3 to dole out today.

got a coffee this morning
corner dog for lunch
and leftover chinese for dinner.

yep. big swanky job and i am living off of $3 a day. not what i pictured.

as far as the boy issue... i'll miss him... but eh, whatever. better fish out there. better fish. thankfully i am 5 miles from the ocean.

that said... hitting the hay since 5am is gonna bitch slap me shortly.

looks like the riff-raff train for me this morning. stupid jackass in his pick-up truck going 15 mph in a 35mph zone and I couldn't pass him... I get to the train station as the train is pulling away.

good side of the morning: my check cleared. so i'm gonna grab some $ and coffee now

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somehow I lost the little cylinder that I stashed my earplugs in... and there's some old bat calling all her friends who MUST be hard of hearing... she's sitting in front of me calling them (if I were her friends-she's woken 3 up- I would kill her) oh and besides "When The Elderly Get Cell Phones", she's chomped on 2 frigging apples... when I say chomped, I mean she has bionic frickin' dentures with amplifiers in 'em... on the crunchiest apples she could find... is it wrong to kill an old woman at 9:30am on the train? I mean, i'd most likely lose my monthly pass, but I think a jury filled with commuters may understand.

remind me I want to make a commuter category...

oh yeah it's effing freezing on the train.

maybe I should have an entirely new blog dedicated to the commute and call it "the surly schlep"... yep. that'll at least be the name of the category.

good she shut up. now that there's 20 min of...wait she's back on the phone.... damn these "extended life expectancies" that annoying folks seem to have.

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eh. she threw her scarf around her neck and over the back of her seat... um.. somehow it landed with the end of it under my boot.... and now I wait.

she's on her 14th call... talking about some friend she knows "with problems in her (whisper)vah-giiiii-na(end whisper)..."

my kingdom for some earplugs.... anyone own an earplug factory that wants to send some over? I would totally have that product placement working for ya' on the train.

ever so slowly I am choking her and yet she is still talking...........

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so someone here at work sent this site around...

shamings.com

(see why i am digging my new job?)

interesting. i noticed that i've had about 1500 more visitors than normal today... and the referrals are coming from yahoo...

so i checked into it...

um... apparently, and this of course, may be fleeting... apparently gigglechick.com is #4 on yahoo's "most popular for humor & satire"

keen. and WELCOME my dear sweet yahoo-ites!!! sit back and stay awhile...

(seriously... here's an image of it.)

(this is kinda nice. almost up there with the msnbc thing, but not quite. nice allthesame)

so i bought a new coat today... complete with scarf and gloves... and a handbag...

here's the thing... i look like i could be auditioning for Legally Blonde 3... or the role of Pepto Bismol Spokesmodel.

yes.

pink.

gigglechick is in the pink... photos to follow over the next day or so...

by the way, i finally dumped the photos i've snagged with my Treo thus far...

go. check 'em out if ya' want

one should click this link from kate every morning, first thing...

good morning, sunshine!

ha! woo! as I was a block away from the station I saw the train pulling into manasquan.

thoughts of the vagina yell-phone woman flashed in my head and I knew I could not sit on the riff-raff train today...

I sped across the intersection and floored it past the police station... I could hear the brakes of the train intermingled with the squeal of my tires as I turned left and frantically found a parking spot.

parking brake. turn off ignition. lock door.... RUN!!!!!

I ran. leaping over the cement doohickies in the parking lot. flying over the curb and the gravel that the new station will be built on... dodging bicycles that were in my way... I saw a conductor about to get on the train and I flashed him a "you'd better not let this train move an inch without me because I will run after it and hunt you down just watch me" smile...

and here I am... on the 3rd car of the last train before the riff-raff... my breathing has normalized (from walking in the city a lot i've been breathing better. go figure) the conductor checking my ticket said "we wouldn't have left you" and then commented about that being my morning workout. ha.

I think people could see me from a mile up the road sprinting in my pepto coat... if anyone sees a chick in a pink coat with a (faux) fur collar on the 7:20am out of 'squan... feel free to say "gigglechick? is dat you?"

okay. grabbed an extra set of earplugs today and will now pop 'em in.

I caught the train. it's a good day :)

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man i had an egg sammich for breakfast and my stomach is yelling like chewbacca...

kinda embarrassing when there's no cubicles and just a 200 foot open workspace here.

sitting here having a bit of lunch. no real news of the day (except i can't believe that besides the one juror yesterday, now the jury foreman on the peterson case has been dismissed. --- what the? if this freak walks i will be upset.)

anyway. back to lunch. salad from PAX.

baby greens
black olive slices
chicken
sunflower seeds
almonds
tons of cucumber
feta cheese
light balsamic vinagrette

yummmm!

when trekking hither & tither with earplugs smashed into said orifice... I highly warn you against chewing gum while you do so. otherwise, the first chomps are excruciatingly noisy & painful... not to mention you will be self-conscious about whether this noise is being tranmitted to the rest of the train...

that said... I am almost to long branch (at red bank now... hello Shamrocketship!)... should get there by 7:25... and wait for connection... which'll get me to 'squan by 8:06...

red bank wouldn't be too bad of a town to commute from...... we'll see. I need to start checking out rent and stuff. am thinking february is a good time to possibly make "the move"

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okay, i didn't write this (peewee sent it...) but i thought it was pretty good...

The concession speech Kerry should have given:

It's the riff-raff express (RRE) for me. I was gonna make the 7:20am train... I swear I was.

I was sitting stationary at the stoplight at burnt tavern road and route 70.... when BLAM!!!!!!! I became a frigging crash test dummy (please don't focus on the dummy part)...

some JACKASS with nj plates NRV28H rear-ended MR. T (my car... it has something to do with the license plate & him being black... I digress...)

there's no real damage to mr. t, and the other guy's car has a bit of a dent in it. here's the thing... I didn't get his info because
A) I was flustered.
B) I thought I could make the train
C) I didn't want the RRE this morning since I have a meeting at 10:30 &the RRE gets into nyc at 10:02
D) I didn't realize how much my back would be hurting me half an hour later

I did get the license plate (seen above)... not that I can do anything about it after the fact.

E) mr. t only has about a quarter inch ding in his bumper... and I am starting with a new insurance carrier next week

F) I hadn't had coffee yet (although if I had a cup with me it would've gone all over my new coat and I would've slugged the guy.

G) did I mention I reeeeeally didn't want to be stuck on the RRE - which I am now... and in the same car as a yappy kid? someone get her some nyQuil please.

H) good lord my shoulders are killing me

I) thankfully my foot was firmly on the brake and I was 10 feet behind the SUV in front of me so I didn't hit that

J) I really am pissed now that I think about it. stupid ass saying "your car looks fine, mine has more damage" fuck you you shitty male driver. (no offense, guys)

K) let's see... in the 2.5 years that I drove to work upwards of 140miles a day... no accidents. (except for oct of 2002...but I was driving home from a friend's house) and now that I have 5 miles to trek to the train. accident.

L) I feel bad for leaving mr. t all alone in the parking lot nursing his wounds... I did back him into a spot so he could watch all the trains and other cars drive by (yes. special bond with my car)

M) massage. god I really need a massage.

earplugs in. deep cleansing breaths.

stupid bastard driver. I totally said "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? I don't need this. I have a frigging train to catch" and I saw there wasn't much dented on T and waved my hands and said "forget it... whatever" got back in my car and had to wait for 3 min for the light to change. and missed the good train.

on the bright side... I had coffee. and I don't have to switch at newark.

man my neck is totally stiffening up on me. &!@#*:(

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one nice thing about hopping on the RRE is I got to see Trip briefly on the first leg of the ride...

good advice about the tylenol, Ed... I will have to pick some up. I never think to use that stuff.

as far as going to the doctor... unfortunately, I don't get health insurance til december 1st... so I am living dangerously & without a net...

so I fell asleep - looking lovely in pink... waking up with my neck cricked to the left and mouth wide open and I was drooling... no wonder I haven't picked up any hot redheaded commuter guys from spring lake.

yell phone jackass at 3 o'clock... cute but I want to strangle him... or fling drool over him (apparently he just finished law school... or the bar... or god only knows... he's showing off talking about his first client or something... ah forget it... he's telling a buddy happy birthday to the guy's kids and that he owes him a lot... apparently he's got very fertile friends according to the conversation. now I can't hate him since he's saying that he and his friends are going to volunteer on thanksgiving with pianncone's to help with a foodbank thing or something.)

okay... grouchfest diverted.

newark is next. then 20 min til I get to nyc... hello duane reade, get the pain killers ready for me...

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so I caught the 5:43pm that'll pull into 'squan around 7:34... I am hankerin' for some beef, black bean & cheese burrito from Surf Taco... (had it last night,too.)

tonight I am going to eat til I pass out... one reason: I AM IN FRIGGIN' PAIN from the rear-end thing... eh... wait - for those that didn't read the previous posts, some dimwit slammed into the back of my car... the pain was not a result of having beans in a giant burrito last night.

the title of this post (before I digress any further) is because you could drop a pin on this train and hear it... it's a little disconcerting how quiet it is... but I am happy... of course, can I sleep? no. because I had a venti pumpkin spice latte at starbucks (sorry regular coffee guy, I needed it)

whoa, er, burritos? lattes? and yes... a krispy kreme donut....

today is somewhat of a "last supper"... I joined weight watchers again today at 1:30pm. so tomorrow it'll be $10.00 pax salads... and coffee (maybe a pint in the evening)

so... to recap today:
mr. t had his ass spanked.
I need a massage... badly.
I am planning on being a Polish bulimic tonight (binging without purging)
WW raccoon is still only 2points
Will see survivor, apprentice & er tonight without having to record.
I may have hurt my knee this morning.
I made my 10:30am meeting on-time

I am rambling on this thing...

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so i received a voice mail and an email from this guy danny wall... he was trying to get me to write about the "great internet race"

perhaps call me skeptical, but i am not all that trusting...

he wrote/called to tell me to go to wolfdatasystems.com to read about it.

when i first got to the site, i was greeted with that 5 or 6 year old video of a monkey smelling it's poop finger as well as 3 other OLD videos...

whatever...

they are asking for a $10 great internet race "entry fee" to "benefit" the "Children's Hospital"

um. which children's hospital? a little shady sounding if you ask me. no address, no info... nothing...

there are "buy it now" callout buttons all over the place...

but if there is one thing that grates my nerves when someone is selling (or attempting to pretend to collect for charity) are spelling errors.

please. maybe this is legit - i am not really saying it isn't - but i am not endorsing this "race" whatsoever....

but when asking people to donate or "buy" please for the love of GOD, use spellcheck...

straight from the site:

Participate and get at least three runners and you will receive:

An "I Ran The Great Internet Race" t-shit.

[update: i contacted him and he added an r.]

*shaking my head*

yep, apparently, if you want to pay an entry fee that will "go to" the mysterious "CHildren's Hospital", you can buy a t-shit.

also - another gripe i have is the "deadline":

"The race is goes until midnight pacific time Friday November the 12th."

*shaking my head... which hurts since i have whiplash*

midnight pacific time november 12th... well... it's 11:23-ish EST here on 11.11.2004... that gives us on the east coast less than 4 hours...

i wrote mr. wall about this and got the response:

"I have made it more obvious what I was talking about. Midnight united states pacific time (GMT -8) on the 12th. That gives you almost 24 hours as of this writing."

sorry bub, but midnight - 12:00am is the beginning of a day. not the end of it.

because there is so much copy on that site and it all runs together (tired 34 year old eyes that are in need of a callout hither and tither like a good web designer would do) i didn't bother to read much further past the t-shit...

when i asked the dude the premise of the "race" because i didn't quite grasp it... i got the response:

"The premise is simply to put together a typical joke viral with something that will raise some funds for a good cause (childrens illness research[sic])."

so i realize that it's for "childrens illness research" so everyone should probably think that i am some cold-hearted bitch who won't join in the fun...

no. i would rather give the money for their "entry fee" directly to one of these "children's hospitals" than a generic one that some schlub seems to be trying to gain profits from bloggers who may fall victim to this hoax....

has anyone else been contacted by this fellow?