Breaking-up with someone, or being broken -up with is truly a gut wrenching, soul sucking, agonizing kind of pain that sends one in a downward spiral of despair and depression. It sucks ok. And I, in my endless quest to better the world and spread joy and love to all man kind, have a genius idea!
The Break-up-ery.
A bakery that specializes in "rejection sugar cookies" to gently fend off the advances of well meaning fellas, merely a cookies in the shape of an "X" with red frosting. "It's over" many layered cakes with personalized messages that will end any failing relationship. "Affair pies" for the wives of business men with wandering eyes, "I'm not leaving my wife for you" eclairs for the mistresses and "I've realized I'm gay" moon pies. Cupcakes with sugar discs atop the frosting for short messages, "you have STDS now" or "I was pregnant" are sure to be a crowd pleaser.
And the best part? After the stomach dropping, world altering, earth shattering news, you would get to eat a cake.
and let the healing begin!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
because it's fabulous.
As I stood on the train platform this morning, over dressed (70 degrees in October, what?!?) in my jacket, hat and scarf, head plugged into my iPod, and coffee in hand. I took advantage of some much needed people watching time. Sundays are good for that, as trains run less frequently, I spied a most peculiar and disturbing site.
No, not public urination, a Justin Bieber T-shirt or poster of Obama sporting a Hitler mustache, all good guesses though.
A man in a top hat an tails walked up the stairs towards me, and on or should I say through, the top hat was Mickey Mouse himself. Mickey's head, arms and partial torso were protruding from the front, and as he turned I saw that Mickey's ass and affiliated limbs were sticking out the back.
A truly dreadful sight for a pre-caffeinated Sunday.
All I could think was, why? Why would someone wear such a thing? Poor, poor Mickey, his rear looks rather larger than it is in those red shorts. Not at all flattering. If only Walt had given him a nice pair of slimming slacks or multi-purpose denim pantaloons. To be stuck in red hot pants for all eternity... alack.
And then! as my iPod changed songs I overheard this hat donning stranger say to his companion that he was wearing the hat, "because it's fabulous".
Two thoughts flashed through my mind; firstly that this man was clearly gay, no straight man, Mickey hat or no, would ever use fabulous as an explanation for fashion (?) choices. Secondly; is it fabulous?
Was it?
Oh my, what if it is?
His matter-of-fact air and bold declarative statement... he was SO sure....
What if it was? What if it was so fabulous that it was beyond my comprehension? Was this poor, poor man unappreciated in his own time like some modern day Van Gogh, or was he such a trend setter that my un-artistically minded self judged harshly and rashly on site. When in reality come fall of 2011 we would ALL be sporting hat with stuffed animals protruding from them! (Oh lord, I hope not)
"because its fabulous"-- how liberating, how bold, how truly freeing!
but that hat, fabulous or not, was truly one of the strangest things I had ever seen a-top a man's head.
No, not public urination, a Justin Bieber T-shirt or poster of Obama sporting a Hitler mustache, all good guesses though.
A man in a top hat an tails walked up the stairs towards me, and on or should I say through, the top hat was Mickey Mouse himself. Mickey's head, arms and partial torso were protruding from the front, and as he turned I saw that Mickey's ass and affiliated limbs were sticking out the back.
A truly dreadful sight for a pre-caffeinated Sunday.
All I could think was, why? Why would someone wear such a thing? Poor, poor Mickey, his rear looks rather larger than it is in those red shorts. Not at all flattering. If only Walt had given him a nice pair of slimming slacks or multi-purpose denim pantaloons. To be stuck in red hot pants for all eternity... alack.
And then! as my iPod changed songs I overheard this hat donning stranger say to his companion that he was wearing the hat, "because it's fabulous".
Two thoughts flashed through my mind; firstly that this man was clearly gay, no straight man, Mickey hat or no, would ever use fabulous as an explanation for fashion (?) choices. Secondly; is it fabulous?
Was it?
Oh my, what if it is?
His matter-of-fact air and bold declarative statement... he was SO sure....
What if it was? What if it was so fabulous that it was beyond my comprehension? Was this poor, poor man unappreciated in his own time like some modern day Van Gogh, or was he such a trend setter that my un-artistically minded self judged harshly and rashly on site. When in reality come fall of 2011 we would ALL be sporting hat with stuffed animals protruding from them! (Oh lord, I hope not)
"because its fabulous"-- how liberating, how bold, how truly freeing!
but that hat, fabulous or not, was truly one of the strangest things I had ever seen a-top a man's head.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
and so it begins
I have decided to start a blog.
I will blog about many things, some of them my be true, some of them I might make up, some of them might be funny and some of them might be the enraged rantings of an over opinionated 20 something.
I will probably blog about the following; my friends, food, politics, and randomly funny or upsetting things that happen to me.
I got the idea of starting a blog from some friends at Second City, and it seems only fitting that I should add my thoughts to the endless stream of crap that gets sent out into the internet everyday, thank goodness blogging has no negative environmental effects as I am already at my computer at work. So here it is! The blog of another struggling improviser/actress in Chicago trying to make sense of it all and find humor where ever I can.
until next time thoughts to ponder:
I will blog about many things, some of them my be true, some of them I might make up, some of them might be funny and some of them might be the enraged rantings of an over opinionated 20 something.
I will probably blog about the following; my friends, food, politics, and randomly funny or upsetting things that happen to me.
I got the idea of starting a blog from some friends at Second City, and it seems only fitting that I should add my thoughts to the endless stream of crap that gets sent out into the internet everyday, thank goodness blogging has no negative environmental effects as I am already at my computer at work. So here it is! The blog of another struggling improviser/actress in Chicago trying to make sense of it all and find humor where ever I can.
until next time thoughts to ponder:
- is it acceptable that for dinner this evening all I want is chocolate mousse?
- pumpkin bread or muffins with cream cheese frosting
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