Cab Smoke Bad Boy

HIGH! Sup?

I really do have Zlata thoughts for this particular blog. So, take your coat off, pop some corn and cozy on up...

First up: Patience vs. Laziness. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my DVR and the fact that it allows me to watch my favorite shows sans commercials. I never really did have the patience or attention span to sit through commercials. I'd flip around, trying to find something to watch during the commercial break - five minutes later, I already completely forgot what I had been watching. With DVR, you just FF through those million dollar-per-thirty-second propoganda ads.
Since I've gotten DVR in my room, I question whether or not I should just have the patience through commercials or continue on with the FF feature. Why, you ask? Well, when I get into bed, I get really comfycoze, wrapping my fabulous flannel duvet all around my contorted body. I get really into the programming, when BAM - a commercial. So for a split second I think, "Should I just watch these?" because the mere thought of unravelling myself and taking my tucked-under-pillow hand to the remote is just revolting. I'm just too damn comfortable to move.
This led me to thinking the next "invention" should be a feature where a single button push would bring you right to the new scene, as opposed to FFing for a while. Am I just lazy?

Recently, I rode the subway at an obscure hour. Aside from playing my usual game of "what's your life about?" regarding my fellow passengers, I also got to pondering something that really pisses me off: People who stand on the subway when there are plenty of seats available. I understand standing during rush hour. I understand standing if the only available seat is in between a fat person and a smelly one. But if there are four people in the entire car, then no - I don't understand standing. It actually bothers me a lot.

Chapstick. First, watch this: Zlata Is Addicted To Chapstick
Ok, now -- I'm addicted. It's fine. I'm okay with that. I think the perfect number of chapsticks to own is three. One for your bedroom, one for your office and one for your purse, so you can have it anytime, anyplace. I would also argue that having one in every coat you own isn't a bad idea either.

Toothbrushes. Friday night, I stayed over my friend N's apartment. It wasn't in my plan originally, so of course I was ill-prepared for a slumber party. I didn't have the essentials like makeup remover, moisturizer and a toothbrush. The first two, I could do without. But a toothbrush? No. I just can't handle it. So that got me thinking - should I just leave a toothbrush here just in case for the future? (My train of thought is ridiculous, fyi) Then I thought, wait, I already have a toothbrush at someone else's apartment in NYC - how many chomper-brushers can one single person park at different residences? THEN I thought, a woman could really be judged for her sluttiness solely based on how many toothbrushes she has out and about at apartments other than her own. Of course, I wasn't thinking of myself for the whole "sluttiness" revelation. After all, N is my friend Nicole. I was just sayin' -- it'd be a good judge of a woman's wholesomeness. Same goes for men, OBVI.

When I was hanging out with Nicole, we went out for dinner and talked about dating life. She recently joined Match and has a coffee date set up for next week with a new prospective suitor. It should be noted here that said suitor had in his profile that he does not drink alcoholic beverages.
"Um, I've never been on a coffee date," she said to me. "Like, what do you do on a coffee date?" I asked her why would it be any different than a date where you go for drinks? She began explaining to me that alcohol just kind of takes the edge off of things and allows both parties to loosen up. That's an interesting concept. I had an argument. I understand when you're going out to the bars with your girls/boys with the intent to get polluted, lose inhibitions, and talk to the opposite sex in confident manner.
When you go out on a date for drinks, you're not going to get drunk. You're just not. So WHAT exactly takes the edge off? The few sips of alcohol you're taking in OR the perception it being a "drinks" date. Does a coffee date have some sort of preconceived notion attached to it? You'd have the same introductory/PI conversation at Starbucks that you would at Highbar. Henceforth - the perception of coffee dates vs. drinks dates is what significantly impares your analysis of the situation. Does all of this only makes sense in my head?

Something funny to mention: Nicole and I are REALLY a lot alike. We really have a lot in common and just share the same THOUGHTS and FEELINGS on similar situations. I've been in her shoes for a lot of things and she's been in mine - and we go about "drama" in similar manners. Anyway, she made a funny joke to me. She said that on any given Friday night we could sit on a couch together for a full day, in silence, and in the end just look at each other and say "I know what you mean." Get it?? Like we didn't even need to TALK. (Whatever, it was really funny to me at the time) -- You really have to just picture it in your head.

I usually have lots of thoughts during the day, obvi - and end up typing them up quickly in the little memopad feature of my blackberry. Sometimes, when I'm mentally impared, I write quick keywords whose sole purpose is to jog my memory of what the thought was at a later date. Well, this doesn't always work for me. The last thing I wrote in my phone last night was "Cab smoke bad boy" -- and I have NO CLUE what that means or WHAT that was supposed to make me remember. Whoops.

--15 minutes later: After re-reading this (and being to lazy to edit), I realized that I think the keyword meant "Cab Smoke Bad B.O." 1, because cabbie said I could cook butts if I sit up front with him. I agreed. But when I got there, he had bad B.O., and even an after-alcohol cigarette wasn't enough justification to endure such a horror. I actually had him pull over so I can get back to the backseat.