April 2008
10 posts
free burrito friday
free chipotle at the office today. SWEET. love, stella
Qboda IS much more delicious than the turkey-ham hybrid I had for lunch BUT I kinda forgot that my New Year’s Resolution was to only eat Qdoba once a month, NOT 2-3 times a week. Seriously, they know my order at Qdoba and my NAME at Spicy Pickle. I think it might be high time I go back to bringing leftovers and yogurt* with the rest of the working masses. I just hate the loud chewers in...
sick
a. i despise (DESPISE) those “he went to jared!” commercials. especially the one where the family is all eating at a fake Italian restaurant (like the Olive Garden) and the stereotypical Italian waiter like, freaks out about the ring and falls over or something. b. turkey-ham hybrid = not good. head back to spicy pickle or qdoba for lunch, viv. you’ll thank me.
he went to jared!
So, I’ve decided I want to be like Jared and walk to Subway everyday and lose like, half my body weight (nevermind the fact that I would probably die…). Anyway, details, details! Today was the first day and I think they screwed up my order (how is it possible to screw up a 6 inch turkey sub with like, 2 toppings?) and gave me a weird type of meat. I don’t know what it...
party
we’re having one. in the summer. it’s going to be big. i make a killer white sangria. viv makes guac/bakes things. we’re debating having a themed party. suggestions?
stella obv has no shame. (hi, i have crushes on you guys, too.)
in love
i totally have a tumblr crush. my first one. viv knows how to “follow” someone, so he’s going to be the first one we follow. we kind of have a girl crush on another tumblr, so we might follow her, too.
February 2008
4 posts
unrelated.
Mother Teresa’s skin looks like it would be really soft and fun to touch. (this is Viv.)
mothers from another... mother?
Today’s email exchange of the day: Viv: the more I think about it, the more I think I’m just going to suck it up and go. I’m so good. I’m so good. I’m so good (I’m convincing myself.) Stella: This is you.
ba dum ching
Viv: I went for beers with Charlie last night
Stella: You should date him. Is he cute/nice?
Viv: He is cute/nice/smart but not my type. No chemistry at all DESPITE him going to grad school for it.
Stella: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
assholes
Disclaimer: This is Stella. I am Pissed. Very. Very. Pissed. So. I pay our monthly cable bill. I have 2 roommates (one of which is Viv). Typically, it’s about 80 bucks, give or take a few bucks for some crazy tax that Comcast chooses to raise/lower whenever it feels like it. Yesterday I received an INSANELY high bill. Sometimes Comcast already adds the next month into our bill (so if I have...
January 2008
23 posts
jealousy
viv, i am totally drinking an ice cold diet coke. RIGHT NOW. love, stella
send help. (help=diet coke)
The vending machines at work have been out of Diet Coke for over a month. This means I need to do one of three things: 1. Drink Diet Pepsi, the red headed step-child of low calorie soft drinks or 2. Bring Diet Coke from home. or 3. Go elsewhere to purchase Diet Coke. Now, I’ve been pretty lazy lately and have been living off of saltines and peanut butter instead of going to the grocery...
hop to it.
As Viv mentioned, we are toying around with the idea of having an Easter party. Not in a religious way, just because it’s a holiday and therefore reason to drink. Brilliant. The idea is fresh right now… if we don’t get creative, we’re forced to: dine on hard-boiled eggs eat guac out of Easter baskets do the Bunny Hop every hour get drunk on bunny-themed drinks (?) Oh...
whiskey tango foxtrot.
Stella also hates the word niner. Upon learning this, I was inspired to write an email to Stella in all NATO military alphabet. We then abandoned the “real” version and created our own. I printed this email out and hung it by my desk: Icabod Tank Ham Interesting Nestle Koala West Eel Amplifier Ramp Exquisite Happiness Important...
j. mulgrew, please marry me.
It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a blogaholic (Stella, I think we need Jeff Van Vonderen on our speed dial). I have a list that I check daily and when they aren’t updated, I get sad and a little part of me dies. It’s like I think these people are my PALS and when they don’t update, it’s like they’re ignoring my desperate pleas for attention. One of my...
famous
Viv- i’m v. flattered my writings have earned a space on the wall of your mysterious scientific lab.
sad, but true.
Stella: hey, hey readers!
Readers:
Stella: hey, guys, seriously, e-mail me!
Readers:
oh wait, you DO NOT EXIST
words i hate
nug (not even a real world but viv likes to refer to “nuggets” as nugs) piecemeal mealworm bungee i cannot say ANY of these words without a disgusted look on my face and like, bodily convulsions. ATTRACTIVE. OBV. love, stella
oscar-mike-golf
omg.
salutations.
Hi. Welcome to our new way of procrastinating while at work. Take off your shoes, unbuckle your pants… stay a while! Stella and I like to think we’re pretty funny and wanted to share our ridiculousness with the rest of Al Gore’s internet. Stella has already given ALL Y’ALL a bit of background on us, so I thought I’d give a little background on how WE met. Because...
Private Eye.
also, i just felt like adding this, because for some reason it seems crucial to my oh-so-complete list below… my bedroom was once a lawyer’s office. as in, it’s 5 ft by 5 ft and has an OFFICE door. like the kind you see in old detective movies. we’re going to get some lettering and inscribe Dr. Stella, Private Eye on there.
nice to meet you.
hello, faithful reader. this is an optimistic post, because i’m writing it with the assumption that one of you already exists. or will come to exist in the next few days. i welcome you to our new site. do you like it? will you stay for a while? who are you, anyway? fine, fine. a little bit about ourselves, first. we are 20-something roommates we live in chicago our apartment is across...
daily discussion about intervention.
Viv: it was good
Coley the Logger and Jason, the son of the preacherman
Stella: LOGGER? what is a logger? like, rides logs down hills
Viv: someone who cuts down trees
Stella: was the son of a preachermannnnnn
Viv: billy ray was the preachers son his daddy would visit and hed come along
Stella: visit where daddy would visit WHERE? his private areas SICK
Viv: SICK HAHAHAHA
i was gonna say it but i'm not a SICK as you and refrained
Stella: you are WAY SICKER
and like, you KNOW it
“BIBBITY BOBBITY BACON”
– jim gaffigan, one of our main squeezes.
“I’m busy. You might be interrupting.”
– greatest g-chat away message ever. for when viv is doing NOTHING at work.
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typical day at the office
viv: WHY AREN"T YOU RESPONDING TO ME
stella: i'm doing some emergency translating. oscar got fired.
viv: is he a grouch now?
