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Not so random thought

Monday, March 31st, 2008 by Dawn Summers

Having been so callously excluded from the deliciousness that is wedding cake tasting, I have now been dragged into wedding dress shopping. Bringing us circuitously to today’s nsrt: That whole it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride’s dress before the wedding was so invented by men who realized that they were going to need a damned good excuse if they didn’t want to spend every weekend for months before their wedding staring at pile after pile of white lace and satin. Well played gentlemen, well played.

Relationships by Kanye West

Sunday, March 30th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

Diamonds are forever/They won’t leave in the night/Have no fear that they might/Desert me

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger/But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz

Here’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves/But while y’all washin’, watch him/He gon’ make it to a Benz out of that Datsun

You stay right, girl/But when you get on, he leave yo’ ass for a white girl

Got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston

Random Pictures

Sunday, March 30th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

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Whenever I see a sign like this I really struggle with the impulse to walk right up to the window with an Amex and say ‘can I pay with a credit card?’

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I’m loving this campaign for the I hate Sarah Marshall movie. I also like the “my mother always hated you Sarah Marshall” one. Pearatty says the movie is not exactly the life affirming ‘fuck you’ movie that I’m looking for…but the ad campaigns make me smile. I also love the Spike TV campaign for the April Star Wars marathon. They had this one ad that was like “A boy can only be called ‘Annie’ for so long before he snaps.”

VICTORY IS MINE!

Sunday, March 30th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

So I’m driving around the Upper West Side of Manhattan… Now, I won’t say I was just looking for the Haagen Dazs strawberry cheesecake ice cream…I was meeting some friends at a bar, but I did remember that there was a Haagen Dazs store on 72nd street, so I figured I’d go check it out. On the way, I went to a couple of supermarkets to check the freezer section for my elusive flavor. I not only found nothing, but the ice cream store I remembered was gone. On my way to the bar, I noticed that my old favorite Krispy Kreme from the summer of “Krispy Kreme, Grey’s Papaya and Haagen Dazs” was now BUTTERCUP Bakery!?!?!!? But wait…what was that last thing…right! There’s another Haagen Dazs across the street from the Grey’s Papaya. I walk in there and the very first thing I see is:

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I quickly ask the guy what time he closes, go over to the bar and spend the next four hours staring at the clock to make sure I didn’t miss the midnight closing time…um…I mean I spent the next four hours enjoying good company, drink and fine conversation. At the end of it all, we went over to the ice cream shop and…
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Suck it, the ‘we sent our discontinued flavors to Mexico’ people.
I’m going to go stick my face in a pint now.

Speaking of Frenchie….

Friday, March 28th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

Madonna on Britney

Frenchie to get throat surgery

Friday, March 28th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

Well, with a name like that is it any wonder?

Everything I’m not

Friday, March 28th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

The only thing I wish…
I wish a nigga would
He probably think he could
But, but, I don’t think he should

After Karol refused to let me go to the gym yesterday, insisting that I fall asleep in my recliner eating Apple Jacks, instead, I decided to sneak out of my house early to go today.
And for those of you playing along at home, when you’re unemployed, 11 is early.
So there I am doing my leg lifts on the Nautlus machine when a black dude in a hooded gray sweatshirt stands in front of me. I assume he’s waiting for the machine, so I look away. Nobody jumps in between Dawn Summers’ sets. I finish and get up to walk to my next machine when I notice he’s still blocking my path. His lips are moving. I pull out my earpones and say “Excuse me?”
“I know you. You got me in trouble in ninth grade. You lied on me.”
What the fuck?
I look at him closely and sure enough I recognize the — older, more haggard, yet still ugly, visage of Eddie Ward.
I had been going to prep school for two years. I took the school bus there everyday. The first day of my third year, Eddie boarded. He made quite the impression because he was three feet tall, if that, with a huge watermelon head. I assume that he had been teased about this at his previous schools because he had a chip on his shoulder almost as big as his head. Almost. A few days later, he decided to make his stand and, reputation, I suppose, by bullying me. And I admit, the overweight black girl with jherri curls sitting in the middle of the school bus, is often an excellent bullying target. You know, just not this one.
So he stepped to me with some you’re so fat line or another, I laughed in his face and said “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear what you said from down there, could you speak up?” Everyone laughed at him, I want to say it’s because I was funny. But I’m guessing it’s cause they were more afraid of me than the new boy. They had seen me smash heads into the glass windows before. He backed off for a while but then started calling me whitey and Oreo in general school populations. Unfortunately, these charges had much more traction than simple fat jokes, so we had to resort to different means of putting a stop to Mr. Ward.
And we did.
I think he spent a month in detention for copying the answers on a Bio quiz. Which he did. And he got a stern talking to for calling me names, hurting my feelings and making me cry, which…hahahah…come on now. Hostilities were at an all time, though, I clearly had the upper hand, when fate dealt me my miracle card…on the turn (yes, somebody is playing poker again). My mom decided to switch hairdressers to a woman she heard about on Lincoln rd. So, one Saturday morning we take the bus there and walk into the beauty shop. We sit down and I pick up one of the magazines. I’m flipping through bored out of my skull, when who should I see wearing one of those plastic aprons and washing hair! EDDIE!!!! It was his mother’s shop!
Okay, I don’t know if you’re following me, but if you’re a fifteen year old, three foot tall boy working in your mommy’s beauty shop, the last person you want to see anyone from your high school class.
I dropped the magazine. And walked over to him.
He went white in the face.
(Watching color drain from his football head was a thing of sheer joy.)
“What are you doing here?” he stuttered.
“Taking notes.” I fired back.
In his defense he did the absolutely best thing he could have done at this point.
He told his mom on me.
I’m guessing he must have said “that’s the girl that’s picking on me at school,” because later when my mom told me that his mom spoke to her, she something like “yeah, she told me that you kids are fighting and you probably like each other.”
And then my mom put her finger down her throat and pretended to gag. And I laughed. I did mention he was three feet tall, with a football head right?
But so anyway, his mom told my mom all this stuff about what a tough time he has at schools and how he’d been to four schools in the last two years and how he has all these freaky disorders, blah blah and how she just wants him to make friends.
And of course, my mom tells me all of this and I cannot wait to go back to school on Monday. I don’t think I slept all day Sunday.
Monday morning Eddie gets on the bus and sits in the very front row. He doesn’t even so much as look at me.
In Bio class, again, he sits as far away from me as possible, instead of taking his usual seat behind me where he would sing the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song because I was white like the Banks family.
Finally, after lunch he walks up to me and says “so did you tell everybody already?”
I smile at him and I say “Not yet…and if you behave I might not.”
He never said another word to me and he was gone by the next year.
I never thought of him again.
And now something like 18 years later, here he was blocking my path. Thankfully, he had maybe grown an inch or two, so I’m still taller than him. He did look pretty fit, but I was pretty sure that I’d cause as much damage to him as he would to me, if it came to that.
I stepped back.
“You still haven’t really grown much.”
“Fuck you.”
“HAHAAHAHA. No thanks.”
“Whatever.”
“Ooh, good one.”
It’s weird, I was kinda hoping he’d so much as brush my shoulder. I’ve very much been feeling pugilistic lately and getting to punch Eddie in the face a couple of times would pretty much be what the doctor ordered.
We stared at each for a few more seconds and he turned and walked away.
“Loser,” I said, disappointed.

Random thought #789,904

Friday, March 28th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

It’s not a mistake until you make it.

Random thought #789,903

Friday, March 28th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

Unhappiness is making time for people who don’t make time for you.

They might not be a state

Thursday, March 27th, 2008 by Dawn Summers

But their governors can go in down in scandal like they are one.