Tofurky, shizer!

Back from tofurky weekend and just stuffed my face with some toblerone chocolate that a co-worker so generously shared with all of us.

uncle: why do you call something that is not from an animal "tofurky"? why not just call it tofu? [then peers down, looking aghast] and where did you get those shoes from?

Last night, the Aryan Bass Guitar stopped by to check out our new playstation 2 that is actually not that exciting seeing as though PS3 is now making all the cyberwaves this holiday season. Aryan Bass Guitar also shared with us a recently discovered website which he claimed to have spotted on "Best Week Ever" but somehow, I don't believe him. I suspect that he is into that shit because he ran into the bathroom shortly thereafter.

Sax: yeah that guy's into some fucked up stuff.

It's called 2 Girls and 1 Cup. As much as I would love (not really) to link that site to mine, if I attempt to do so here at my work desk, I think that my co-worker might report me to HR.

Shit is gross! Really.

In the immortal words of Lex "google it".

One thing you learn is that you always gotta wait

Lex (at the last night's Esquire North discussing a recent halloween party): We were waiting [on the bathroom line] for so long--like what's taking that person so long? then he came out. someone said "why did you take so long in there?" the girl said that he said "number 2. enjoy." I realized she was talking about Sax. I told BGA. I was shocked.

yummicoco: why didn't you tell me?

Lex: cuz, it was gossip.

hours later and back at home.

Sax: No, I didn't "enjoy". Some girl said "why did you take so long in there? you're a guy?" I said "number 2..." Like, what did she think that I was doing in there?

Sax's mom once said that he is honest to a fault. He is also an ape.

It was at Esquire North last night, that I accosted my latest journalistic heroine and then began to describe one of my recent interview subjects as a "Jodie Foster-type if you know what I mean..."

Lex: What like a good actress?

yummicoco: No, like butch.

Clearly, I am an ape too.

Can't wait to go home.

Gonzo: I brings the ruckus to tha ladies, larry!

There is an awesome weblink featuring men who look like lesbians circulating the blogosphere today.

The website reminds me of last night's chat at Pianos with Sam and Timmy from Whitest Kids You Know , when I told Timmy that his toothy smile reminded me of Stockard Channing from Grease.


I like to slightly insult my interview subjects.

I also like to say "awesome" a lot--especially when I am nervously trying to think up the next question or when I want to feign excitement about something.


co-worker: blah blah blah...something great.

yummicoco: that's awesome!

The word "awesome" has become quite mainstream lately. Even one of my older sisters, has incorporated the word into her voicemail greeting as a means of sounding more breezy. See, she's self-conscious about her voicemail greeting--people have told her that she sounds like a complete bitch. "Awesome" makes her sound like a 3D human.

What is the word "awesome"? Does it mean that when said some "awe" is blessed upon you?

After the show was cake and tea at Teeny, after Teeny, Sax and I walked up the hill to home, discussing the word's etymology.

See, Sax wants a superlative revolution.

Sax: I'm bringing back rad or tits. "That's tits, dude!" My dad says that.

Before that, we discussed the most supreme phrase uttered by Leon in Curb Your Enthusiasm. "I brings the ruckus to the ladies, larry."

yummicoco: It's like not a sterotypical black phrase. It's like vaudevillian or something. (what the fuck do I know about vaudeville, dear reader?)

Sax: It's from the Wu Tang Clan.

It was.

Co-dependancy can be sweet

are you my style star?

Attended an event at The Bridges condominium last night with co-workers.

the new phrase (in a sorority/privileged kind of intonation) is: Get it!

The room decor at Bridges (pic below) was "don't get it!" but it is a model so my opinion really does not mean anything.




I chatted with a reporter who was awesome. he looked like seth rogen from Knocked Up and wrote a piece in his paper about how that film was going to get him (and other schlubs like him) laid.

awesome reporter: I met my girlfriend as a result of that article.

yummicoco: you have such a distinct look. if anna wintour's is the bob then yours must be that jew fro and thick beard.

(in the middle of the night I wake up Sax to ask): was that a weird thing to say?

Sax: um, no that's ok.

What I should have also asked Sax was if it was weird that I asked another co-worker what kind of cat litter he used for his cats during our "getting to know you" lunch.

Anyway, awesome reporter was cool with his wooly mammoth appeal. I had a great opening when I stepped to him that I don't quite remember but it was cool. We started throwing negs back and forth--there was even some keno. Until some pr girl swarmed in to bogart and I realized that I eating asparagus with my hands just was not lady like. ("Don't Get it!") When I told awesome reporter that I needed a fork and was leaving to go find my crew, he asked for my card.

Get it!

I also love the feeling of hunger. I feel so clean and light and empty.

Totes Hot Alert

Gawker Josh. Despite the fact that he seems like a major dickwad, he's pretty cute.

The Shape of a Mother

Listening to Beirut's Gulag Orkestar and reading jezebel.com and got a twinge of inspiration.

Will this really happen to me when I start pooping out kids?


Kind of a fucked up outcome, especially since I have worked so hard to lose my college weight so that I could meet a guy that would want to fuck then subsequently marry me. To think that I would become rubberwoman after shooting out spawn gives me the hibby gibbies.

But then again my child could be born with 8 legs...



so what's worst?


How about the fact that Sandra Day O'connor's husband has left her for another woman as a result of a serious case of alzheimer's. At his treatment facility, he connected with another patient and forgot all about his real wife who he had been married to since 1952.



"Mom was thrilled that Dad was relaxed and happy and comfortable living here and wasn't complaining," their son said.

Fucked up, yo!

Kind of makes it harder to be a robot when there is so much potential to be hurt out there in the world.

"We live in an era in which we've convinced ourselves that nearly any behavior is okay, as long as we're up front about it," the Observer's Doree Shafrir recently wrote, about the trend of journalistic self-branding.

So should we just forgive and forget? Should we just try to make every effort to be happy? Should Lauren Conrad just take that big dildo out of her ass and just start hanging out with Heidi again?

Can't wait until this week is over.

ladies of the evening

I am dressed in all black like the omen today. Shopped at Zara for more black attire not because I am depressed and channeling my inner gothic but because I am trying to look a bit more sophisicated and polished for something something.

Anyway, several months ago at Hiro, I saw Meow Meow. Part of her schtick is that she is a drunken, drug addicted waifish mess that demands her audience in an almost S&M fashion to undress her and hold her mike. She's fab! Go see her this weekend. When I talked to her on the phone today, I did not reveal my admiration and the fact that I unsnapped her bra at the Hiro show.

Saw the show with my friend KKegel who is now is North Carolina and won't be back for years.

Sax: Your one true friend

yummicoco: yeah

Alright, ok!

A couple of months ago, I received an e-mail from someone who read somewhere that I was a blogger. When she asked me to forward her my url addy, I immediately shuddered, thinking, "should I send my crappy url when my last post from 6 months ago was 'I hate dominicans'?" I chickened out and sent her a couple of clips instead.

Watched this video with co-workers the other day and would like to share this with you now.



Go see American Gangster if you have not yet. Denzel gives great performance as Frank Lucas--the most buttoned up drug dealer who owned Harlem in the 70s and was swiftly brought down by the man "because he disturbed the natural order of the drug trade".

A man of understated elegance that made the mistake of attending a Joe Louis boxing match wearing this atrocious item:



Good movie.

Anyway, its Day 7 of the lemonade cleanse and I feel good.