tellem where you stay, pt 10000

I'm going out of town. again. dear god.

over the past few years i have developed a debilitating phobia of flying. and lately, with all the travel i've been doing, its jamakin me crazy. the first thing i do when i get on a plane is size up my seat-mate to see who i'm going to die next to. when i went to san francisco in august, i sat next to this nice, young jewish mother and her well-behaved baby boy named Matan, which she told me means gift in Hebrew. I totally felt good dying next to them. but that is the exception. i flew back from kc a couple weeks ago and i cried the whole flight. i was sitting next to this big guy with a bluetooth in his ear who didn't even notice that i was hyperventilating with snot running down my face. what an asshole.

and so, i give you this video montage to help me elude death, one more time. let us pray:







oh yeah i'll be in albuquerque until saturday. peace bitches.

its a-live

are you there god?

its me, native american medicine wheel team building leadership exercise they made us do today.

my wind direction is SOUTH.

I:
weigh all sides of issues
use data analysis and logic
am seen as practical and thorough in task situations
am introspective, self-analytical
can become stubborn and entrenched in position
may appear cold, withdrawn

haterz f$%& whatever you say
cuz im too cool for you anyway

follow dem?

so little drama in the dmv

all i do these days is work from home, drinking coffee and watching mtv jams for 8 hours with my laptop on the couch, write grad school essays about how motivated i am, eat string cheese, watch one tree hill and 90210, stand up sit down, back to more paperwork bull.

then when i go out to a rock and roll club at night, i hear myself say things like "i feel like i haven't worn clothes in a while."

but seriously, this video


is so much better than this one


why did they make two? i think my hair is falling out.

represent

I registered to vote in the District of Columbia this weekend.

yayer.

can't stop won't stop kvelling mit nachas

Going home to Kansas City this weekend for my cousin's Bat Mitzvah. My brother and I have to do an aliyah which is a short blessing before my uncle reads from the Torah, so I am looking forward to that being awkward.

But then after the services there's noodle kugel and a big fat party with dancing, for which I am inappropriately excited.

I hope they play jams.