I’m starting this blog because I was wondering how many alcoholics go to aa.com looking for help but instead just find the American Airlines Web site and just take a trip and keep being alcoholics.
I should be kidding. I’m not. I went to aa.com — because I wanted to price my brother’s trip, not because my-name-is-Lisa-and-I-have-a-problem — and thought hey, that would make a great lead. Too bad my internship thinks my time is best spent alphabetizing applications for a High School Musical contest from, like, 87 years ago. You know, and not writing actual articles.
So long story short, I miss writing. When I started the fire in the basement of my dorm (because pouring boiling water into a pan of boiling olive oil equals fire. A modest fire, kind of Sims-sized, but very real), and the alarm went off, I had no where to write about it. When the homeless gentleman on the subway berated me for speaking through his lyrical interpretation of “I Am the Walrus,” no where to write again. I’m getting bored of justifying this — I just miss coining stupid phrases and making people laugh.
I leave you with my favorite quotes from my weekend in New York:
SK: Has a person with a tattoo ever died?
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Boy on street: Ladies! Half-price tickets to improv, want ‘em?
Me: No thanks. [keeps walking]
Boy on street: Okay. Want to make love?
Me: [turns around, stares]
Boy on street: …Too much, too soon?
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JK: [imitating baby in stroller] Waaaaah! Where are we going? Waaaah my life is so hard! Waaah we’re crossing the street.
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All right, goodbye forever.
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