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Wed, March 31

This is me (click obscenely large image)...and

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and this is Dick Cheney

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This is strictly to make me feel better, after posting that great picture of Britney...So, who would you rather sleep with? Dick Cheney? Or ME?

The polls are ready....

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this proves my point (below)

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Let's Talk About...

Let's Talk About...


Britney Spears...for a moment, thank you. Apparently, FHM's loyal readers have voted her "the sexiest woman in the world." Why? Isn't it obvious? She's got huge knockers: "That's the word from the annual FHM poll that put the perky pop star in the No. 1 spot on a list of 100 of the world's sexiest women. Britney knocked off Halle Berry, last year's No. 1 lady, who came in sixth place this year." And in case anyone cares, my roomate likes the word "knockers." She's got a pair too...


"It's great to see Britney Spears at the top of the list," FHM's editor David Davies told Sky News." Anyone seeing a trend here besides me? "Knock" Halle Berry off? "Top" of the list? Can anyone see past the boobs? Certainly not me...


FHM's Top 10 Sexiest Women in the World: (And how many of these women are toting big ones?)


1. Britney Spears- yes
2. Rachel Stevens- who is this?
3. Beyonce Knowles- um...she got the ghetto booty. my soul sistah.
4. Carmen Electra- fakers
5. Holly Valance- again, who?
6. Halle Berry- Britney's are better
7. Jennifer Lopez- its a mite bit nipply out
8. Jordan- sorry, who dat?
9. Angelina Jolie- how can you NOT appreciate these? she's never wearing a bra!
10. Elisha Cuthbert - she's the new IT girl, so she had to make their list. Wait, she's the chick in OLD SCHOOL so she rocks, no matter what.


So my point is: Britney Spears has big boobs. That's why she's top of FHM's hot girl list. You can see these huge boobs if you go to:


http://channels.netscape.com/ns/celebrity/package.jsp?name=fte/sexiestwoman/sexiestwoman


And now Alexis will go back to her role as a self-respecting woman who does not objectify women based on their bra-size.


Don't even get me started on the subject of bootie size....

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Sun, March 28

Another Night

Yes, that was me, Michele, and Em dancing up on the bar at Niagara. And it was also us suffering through a pointless conversation with yet another tool, this time, from LA. The only redeeming quatliy he had was having gone to school at the same private school my cousin went to, but that was it. Period. I was tickled when he said he "just wanted to make conversation". Yes, sure you do buddy. And what's that in your pants- a friggin curling iron?

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Sat, March 27

Whitney Biennial

Today I had like, ten nanoseconds to view the fabulous Whitney Biennial. It took us all day to actually make it uptown, and we got sidetracked by chocolate at nearby Fauchon...But those ten seconds on the sixth floor (?) were absolutely THE BEST.
Believe all the hype. The one floor I got to experience was choc full of sensory experiences...Installations, like the deer with what looked like disintegrating antlers on top of a rug...A room with four screens that each depicted a different view of a misty mountain (you'll want to move in)...a cool video in slow-motion of some kids making disturbingly eerie gestures and expressions, only to reveal what REALLY was going on...All in all good stuff. I am definitely going back (and using my employee discount mind you) for more.

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The second blog pic oh yay!

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My former roomate of four years Marissa, and moi, at Sandobe.

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The first blog picture oh yay!


This is me and me best chum, Erica. We're chumming it up.

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Complete Tool

So last night, my friend Rebeccca and I were at Piano's, when this guy comes up to us to tell R. that she had a straw stuck in her hair. She gave him tons of attitude, because she thought he was the one who put it there. I could not stop laughing, because I pretended I had no idea how it got there, while knowing full well it had come from my vodka tonic. Don't ask me how. This oral feat only tops last week's drool fiasco, in which half a sugar daddy plus some drool, somehow escaped my mouth and landed on Ken from Finance's desk. Again, don't ask.
But I digress...R. and I sat at the bar laughing at this and various other stupid things, when another guy came up to us to comment on R's dress. The words "Diane Von Furstenberg" were written all over it, and for some odd reason, guys had been commenting the entire night on that very fact. What- like they can't read? Or, worse, they don't think WE can read? So the dude establishes early on the fact that he goes "to Harvard, and is getting a graduate degree in Physics, but right now I'm just chilling at my parent's loft while they're in Africa, it's so great to have the place all to myself, and by the way I am a fucking toolbox" (OK, the last part I made up). Seeing as that I myself went to a great school and have a great job, I was none too impressed. He on the other hand, certainly was impressed WITH HIMSELF. When he finally stopped talking about himself, we told him we were children's book editors. He did not believe us. Maybe because he'd never gotten past the five year old reading level because he was too busy doing physics...He proceeded to say, "So that must be like, really easy to do, because its children's books right? Like, how hard could it be to edit children's books?" R. and I looked at each other, while little images of us staying way past the usual work hour to type manuscripts or copy edit, or draft P&L's, danced in our head. When I told him I work with Dr. Seuss books, and such, he absolutely did not believe me because "isn't Dr. Seuss dead?" Well, Mr. Harvard Physics PhD, Dr. Seuss is a license now, and yes, there are people who write Dr. Seuss books even though Ted himself ain't around no more. Do you think Mr. Levi Strauss designed those outdated looking jeans you're wearing?!?
Finally, a conversation too late, I told R. we should go upstairs and leave Physics to bother some less intelligent and sucessful (feeling good now) people.
Needless to say, we got really drunk and made some drunk-dial phone calls that pain me to remember now that I think about it. Ugh. And why am I awake so damn early? Oh yay. Five hours of sleep total. Nice.

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Fri, March 26

The Passion of Friday!

It's Friday. Now we have another subject with which to fill the empty chitchat of riding the elevator with coworkers. Without fail, whenever we find ourselves in an elevator with a random coworker, we find something to comment on: the weather, the slow elevator, the wierd smell that has somehow wafted up from the cafeteria to the 25th floor elevator shaft...but most often, we like to comment on the DAY itself. For example:

"Hi, How are you?"
"Oh, tired...It's Monday."
or:
"How is it only Tuesday? It feels like a Thursday."
"Yeah, I know."
or (my favorite, and you'll see why):
"Wednesday. Hump day." (hehehheh)

But not a soul can get away with not saying the following on such a day as today,
"Thank GOD it's Friday."
And speaking of God, here is an interesting Headline from Variety Magazine:
Italy unchains 'Christ'
"Italy has given "The Passion of the Christ" a general-admission rating, making the cradle of Catholicism the only country so far where Mel Gibson's gory pic will go out unrestricted."

Bring the kids...
 
     

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Thu, March 25

We say this everyday:

Erica: "Friendster sucks."
Alexis: "Yeah, I hate it."
Erica: "So annoying."
Alexis: "Ugh."
Erica: "God I hate friendster."
Alexis: "Yeah. I hate it."

2 hours later...

Alexis: "Friendster sucks."
Erica: "Yeah, I hate it."
Alexis: "So annoying."
Erica: "Ugh."
Alexis: "God I hate friendster."
Erica: "Yeah. I hate it."

2 hours later...etc.etc.

Posted by lexzog at Thu, March 25 | Comments (0)

True....

My roomate Erica just commented on my new toy, this blog:

"You're never gonna talk to me again, huh?"

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Random Joke

This weekend, over a disappointing and rushed brunch at JANE with my family, my dad told an off-color joke. In front of my grandfather. It was OK, because he can only truly hear out of one ear, and usually, his hearing aid is just for show...But anyway, my dad heard this joke retold by Garrison Keeler (sp) on some AM radio. It was actually, a cartoon that once appeared in the New Yorker:
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed together. The egg is smoking a cigarette, looking satisfied. And the chicken, looks well, less than satisfied. And the caption reads: GUESS THAT TAKES CARE OF THAT QUESTION.
Or something like that.

Posted by lexzog at Thu, March 25 | Comments (0)

Virgin Blog

Well, first of all I have to give a shout out to the Number One Blog Man- Zachary Shukan. Represent. He's awesome, because he made me my very own Blog Page. And though a certain ex of mine told me today that blogging is the lowest form of exhibiting one's thoughts, I laugh, and blog anyway.

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Tue, March 23

Another one

Another test entry, just to show what it's like to have more than one blog posting. Not that I know what to write. For the last one I just pasted some random crap I found somewhere on the internet, but now I feel like rambling on my own - my own special brand of nonsense. Well, I think I'm done now. This is probably enough text to get the idea.

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Mon, March 22

Test entry

I’ve come across an interesting bug in the otherwise great interaction between “Convert Line Breaks” (a comment configuration text formatting option) and block-level HTML. Convert Line Breaks replaces one return with a
, and two returns with enclosing

tags. It is smart enough to recognize