- citifield is ridiculous
- there’s all sorts of leg room
- even with the fancy cup holders
- i’m so happy. i really hate boston. the city. the team is whatever.
- you know you’re in a happy place when the food menu features ‘beer large’
- i felt like a kid at sesame place running around seeing all the new stuff in this labyrinth like stadium
- there is something slightly magical about taking a picture touching the home run apple
- k-rod is an amazing pitcher to watch and no matter how he does, it’s awe inspiring to see him in action
- even though it was just an exhibition game, seeing my amazins win felt special
- don’t let me down
baseball review: the mets vs. the red sux April 3, 2009
Reasons why twitter is probably not for me April 3, 2009
You may have noticed that this blog had a twitter page for like a day and then I decided I hated it
- I talk to my friends all day long on email and when I’m not writing them, I’m probably with them. If something happens and I’m not by a computer and they aren’t around, I call or text. they are aware of my status’s. due to my inability to properly pluralize, we will call them ‘stati’ today.
- due to all the communicating with my friends that I do, I barely have any time left to have stati.
- how can a blog have feelings or stati anyways? I can have them, but the blog isn’t a real person. I know, it hurts.
- my stati usually don’t get interesting until like the 6th item on the list.
- true, I could just copy the 6th item of my status into twitter everytime, but then no one would read this blog except the manhattan young democrats.
- see, now there’s all this pressure for the 6th status to be awesome. and I am choking under the pressure like the post-season mets. If I were on twitter, it would be like this for every status that happened to me and I’d put on like 7 pounds of stress weight which I totally cannot afford now that I decided that I have to dress like a girl so I can get a boyfriend.
- doesn’t facebook cover stati? How many things do you have to join to be part of society? And doesn’t being at a computer this much writing about stati limit your ability to BE part of society? A black cat went past us, and then another that looked just like it.
- you know what, this is my fault. I told everyone I hated the phone and now they won’t call and just assume I’m online all the livelong day. I am hereby officially retracting my no calling rule. If you are having an important status, just call me. I wonder if carol king had this in mind when she wrote ‘you’ve got a friend’.
- I will never understand the purpose of creating a fake profile for an imaginary television or movie personality.
- furthermore, it is thoroughly depressing that fictitious characters, some of whom don’t even exist anymore, are having better stati than me. starting my rainy Friday by listening to camera obscura was a decision I immediately regret.
