even helen keller could see

that this piece of garbage was a steroid using liar. But, if we're treating today's "breaking news" as ... news then here:

WHAT??!!?!?! This guy is a liar and a cheat?!?!




Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Please. He can't even tell the truth about his name. Who the F is David Arias?

Also; when Alex Rodriguez confessed to having using steroids Ortiz retorted that anyone who uses steroids should be banned for a season. Have a seat Fat Bitch.

agree/disagree

I was just at Duane Reade picking up some popchips and tylenol3 when I saw something I've yet to see.

A cute, blond mom with her cute blond kid at the pharmacy on line ahead of me. When the pharmacist asks what Mom's picking up she says ortho-tricyclen. Now sure, she could be taking it for her unseen acne. Or to regulate her cycle. But I'm not the giving people the benefit sort of girl, and seeing a mom buying birth control while her cute kid flits at her feet doing tricks on a scooter and only twice saying "watch me mom, watch me" was definitely weird, like seeing a dad flip through Hustler while holding his kid's hand, weird.

so far so good

I do not love the beach and its unrelenting sun. I prefer the lake with its nearby shady trees. I hate to sweat. I hate when my hair is a frizzy mess. I hate when I feel damp no matter how recently showered and clean I really am. I hate being pale when everyone else is tan. And I hate chub rub and stinky, sweaty feet (and my god do my feet work overtime, which I guess is better than excessive pit sweat. Uhm, right?). So obviously this freakishly cool summer has been practically my most favorite ever. It's been all the things I like about summer and none of the things that really ruin it for me. This might even be the first time I've been able to accumulate a list of favorite summer things - at least since the mid 90's when summer meant sleep-away camp, no parental supervision and cute boys to kiss. Here's what I've liked best so far:

To do:

• aimlessly or purposefully walk the city, I love to walk as often as possible
  
• take my dog to the park
• sleep 20 minutes later, skip blow drying, coat my wet hair in Aveda's Smooth Infusion, spray in some Bumble & Bumble Surf Spray and go (so much easier!)
  
• go up to our lake house in CT and fall asleep in the sun/get a tan on the boat dock
  
• not having to leave my awesome seats at Yankee Stadium to keep splashing cool water on myself
• have drinks and dinners al fresco with my favorite people
  
• driving around with the AC off and the windows and sunroof wide open
• being able to enjoy the outdoors in general without dying of heat and/or humidity

To read (because I don't watch tv in the summer, aside from Yankee games and I have read some books lately that I've just loved and wanted other people to know about):

• I love a good mystery novel and I recently discovered former Entertainment Weekly writer Gillian Flynn. I just devoured both her books; Sharp Objects and Dark Places. I cannot recommend them highly enough (as a general rule, any book that Stephen King blurbs is bound to be a worthwhile read).
• another enjoyable mystery novel; Die for You by Lisa Unger. It's her fourth book and I recommend any and all of them.
• and because I have a LHotP obsession I put Melissa Gilbert's Prairie Tale on my Kindle and nearly read the entire thing one weekend at the lake.

And my find of the summer? My pedicure color. I've had it done twice in a row (I might go for the hat trick this week or next) and then I went out and bought the bottle.

the one with venting

as I'm not in a relationship, one of the easiest things to do is spend too much time considering them. I consider why I'm not in one and why others are. Frequent variations; he's a sucker, she's a steamroller; he's a collector, she's a trophy; sap met sap and there's always the treacly love (all my long-winded way of saying envious). It's the obvious and boring; I'm not sure I want to be at your party but I sure as fuck want to be invited. I consider that (cliche?) I hear about how it takes work and I consider that I'm lazy and hate work of any kind. The sacrifice and I know I have a martyr-y sort of disposition to begin with but I feel like I routinely sacrifice too much already. And considering the only guys that ask me out are married, I am keenly aware that the prize of the relationship is sometimes not worth the entry fee. So why does not being part of one drive me mad sometimes? I guess because it doesn't bother me all the other times.

say yes, say yes

Is Michael Jackson still dead? Just checking.