Curl Up and Dye

Hair.  We either have too much of it, not enough of it, it's growing too fast, growing too slow, we're changing the color of it, or we can't control what color it is changing.  Good hair days and bad hair days.  Split ends, roots, and bald spots.  Bumps that won't straighten, hair that won't curl.   Gray hair, black hair, blond hair, and ginger hair.  


This summer, I think I had a bar hair day everyday.  It was too hot out to style, but too humid to let it air dry.   I spent at least ten minutes a day in the bathroom at work trying to do something fun with it other than pinning it back with thirty bobby pins.  Since the weather has changed, my hair is more tamed, but it is not always on its best behavior.


Mullets, "Mom" cuts, the Rachel from Friend's haircut, perm, afros, the reverse mullet (thank you Kate Gosselin), the bob, and the pixie cut.  Out of all the haircuts my parents could have given me, at the age of four my parents gave me a bowl cut with a mullet.  My haircut was probably meant to be a bowl cut but it wasn't the same length all around.  Because of my round face with Asian features, I looked like my brother or just another Asian boy.  The picture below is a picture of me on a pin that my dad still has:

Who likes the turtleneck with corduroy flower overall dress? 

This has left me traumatized.  I will never give any of my children such a wretched haircut.  My parents insisted on me keeping my hair short.  I do not understand how this haircut came to be a trend.  Who thought it was a good idea to give an innocent girl a haircut that resembled a shaggy dog or a man in the 70s who couldn't grow an afro so it just fell straight?  I was so envious of every girl who had long hair.  When it came time for me to make my First Communion, all I wanted was French braids, but could I have them? Nope.  My hair was too short.


I have had my fair share of highlights, experimenting with Sun-in, I used a "Twist a Braid", and wore my hair like every Spice Girl.  I have ironed my hair, curled my hair with every mousse out there, learned every technique with a curling iron, and even got my hair braided with beads when my family traveled to the Dominican Republic.  


Through all of the hair trends, the one thing that has stayed the same is my hairdresser, Leona.  I LOVE HER.  I will not say that I hate change, but why fix something if it isn't broken?  I saw my pediatrician until this past summer until she told me I could not come back anymore.  When my dermatologist retired this year, I asked multiple times if he still could take personal calls from me, and I meant it.  There were only two times I have gotten my haircut by another hairdresser and both times were at school.  The first time the lady tried to straighten my hair while it was wet.  The second time was because I was poor and a hair salon was cutting hair for $10 and the money was going to Haiti.  With my luck, a local news station caught wind of the hair salon running this promotion and came in while I was getting my haircut.  Obviously, the news aired me getting my haircut with my hair slicked back, no make up on, and a double chin.  


Leona works at Curl Up and Dye which is conveniently five minutes away from my house.  Just when you thought I was being crafty with the title of this post, you were wrong.  Ironically, before the owner of Curl Up and Dye took over, this was the hair salon where I got my horrendous bowl cut from Jim.  Even more irony, Jim is also my dad's name, who sometimes still says to me "If you hate your hair so much, you should just cut it short like when you were younger, it looked really nice."  Thanks Dad.  


The number one reason why I love Curl Up and Dye, they are so honest.  With every new hair cut or style I have ever wanted, Leona has always been honest telling me the pros and cons.  Leona knows me well, she knows that I like to work out, I really do not want to spend a lot of time styling my hair, and that I am really too poor to have to dye it every six weeks.  With all of this essential knowledge, when I wanted bangs, highlights again, and extensions, Leona put me in my place.  Sometimes it is important for me to hear the word no.  I appreciate that Leona could make money from me monthly by coloring my hair, but every time I suggest it, she warns me of the upkeep and how unattractive roots are.

Kate G with a reverse mullet and roots, she should fire her hairstylist.

You really have to appreciate an honest citizen.  I just saw Leona on Friday because I was long over due for a trim.  She really does everything I ask her: keep it long, layers for body, side bangs that aren't too short so I can pin them to the side.  I really must be the most annoying client ever, whenever I think I am balding or my hair splits are too much, I stop in, unannounced of course, and talk to her.  Curl Up and Dye is actually on my running route, so there were multiple times this summer I came in sweating, talking at 40 miles an hour, asking for advice.  

All of the other hairdressers are phenomenal too.  They are all funny, honest, and know what they are talking about.  I remember when the Beckham's were wreaking havoc on the United States by moving here.   Their move was so influential that a girl no older then seven wanted her haircut like Victoria Beckham.  This seven year old was cute, with a round shaped face, a little chubby and had gorgeous thick hair.  After all of the hairdressers explained to this girl that a haircut like Victoria was a "grown up" haircut, a lot of work, and worked best for people who had thinner hair then hers; she insisted that she still wanted the cut.  It was apparent that the mother was sick of the girl asking and was just going to let her have the haircut.  The little girl even had multiple pictures of her haircut just to remind her hairdresser.  It only took 30 seconds after blow drying her hair that she realized she had dug her own grave.  The haircut looked great, just not on her.  Everyone knew that the haircut wasn't going to look good on her, so when she started to cry it was no a surprise.  Another hairdresser gave her a lollipop, the mother quickly paid, and the seven year old Posh Spice was gone.   

Curl Up and Dye also does tanning, make up, cuts men's hair,and up dos.  They are reasonably priced too.  My wash, cut, and dry was only $35.  I can honestly say I have not had a bad haircut from here ever and I am one fickle bitch.  Unfortunately, Curl Up and Dye does not have a Facebook page or website, but they are working on it!  Their phone number is 617-296-4034 and they are located at 2275 Dorchester Ave.  If you are brave and willing to leave your old hairdresser, I suggest that you try here.  I referred my friend Mary to Leona and she is now rocking beautiful healthy locks with awesome highlights.

Falling Out of Hate with New York

I need to travel more.  How can I say that Boston is the best city if I do not go anywhere else?  I feel like this could be compared to a color blind person saying black and white are the best colors ever, when clearly they have not experienced all of the beautiful colors in the rainbow.  In college,  I made sure I went on spring break no matter how poor I was.     Montreal, Jacksonville, Daytona, Punta Cana; I was a world class traveler.  Going on Spring Break in Florida actually made me hate Florida.  Everyone is so slow paced.  I actually think I waited over ten minutes for an iced coffee and that was the norm.  I, Elizabeth Marie, will never retire in Florida; but I do want to go to Miami sometime soon.  My grandmother also lives in Florida so I guess I will visit her when she finally invites me.

This past weekend I spent less than 24 hours in New York City for my friend Lori's 23rd birthday.  As a marketing major, I know that I should move to NYC, it is the marketing capital of the world.  Since graduation, I have pretty much talked myself out of why I should not live there: it is expensive, overcrowded, dirty, their sports teams suck, my dogs would be in Boston, etc.  After visiting NYC this weekend, I fell out of hate with it.  While riding the MEGA Bus into town, I stared out the window eating a granola bar I took from my friend Shannon (I'm trying to cap my candy intake).  I was so infatuated with everything I saw because it was unfamiliar.  I am obsessed with the unknown.  I will admit, I am so nosey, my friends must hate it.  I know everything about everyone and if I do not, I will pry until I know.  I am a great detective; you need someone to know something, I can help you.

A couple of things I have noticed about New York:
1. A "New York Minute" makes sense, there is so much traffic, I do not know how anyone could be on time.
2. Cabs are CHEAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. The City never actually sleeps, bars, food, convenient stores are ALWAYS open. ALL OF THE TIME.
4. Brunch is the "in" thing to do, but it requires you to sleep in from being up all night.
5. Everything is on a grid, so everyone actually knows where they are going.  You are a complete tourist if you are lost.
6. There is shopping and food everywhere.
7. People are not as friendly in NYC as they are in Boston.
8. The party does not start until midnight.  The big difference is in Boston, I am usually trying to make sure my eyes or my friends' eyes aren't rolling to the back of their heads at midnight.
9. It is not as bad as I had imagined.

For the short time we were there, we went to a dive bar called the Watering Hole.  The Watering Hole had kaeroke, which pretty much was the downfall for my friends. A small list of events that happened in a span of three hours:
1. Lori's boyfriend Eric took the microphone from two girls before they started to sing and wished Lori a happy birthday.  The bar went silent, I do not think Eric knew how awkward it was.
2. During the solo of American Girl, I swung the microphone above my head and almost took out a friend, then I got yelled at.
3. Every time Shannon went up to sing, her performances quickly came to and end because the hostess hated her.
4. My three friends sang Janis Joplin "Take Another Piece of My Heart" and everyone hated it.  Who thinks JANIS JOPLIN IS A GOOD SONG TO SING ON A SATURDAY NIGHT? Social suicide at its best.

I will not talk about the awful place that we went to eat for brunch.  The awful experience has been burned in my head forever; they did not have orange juice for mimosas. WTF!?

 I will write about David's Bagels.  I should start off with my relationship with bagels.  I love bagels, just as much as I love candy and orange juice.  Whenever I play "What would I live with if I was stranded on an island?" I always say I would just eat bagels everyday for the rest of my life.  In college, I think my freshmen 15 (+5) came from the unlimited dining hall pass.  While everyone was eating pizza, burgers, french fries, I was piling up on bagels and Powerade.  My favorite bagel is everything with onion and chive cream cheese, but if I am feeling sweet, I will have a cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese.

New York bagels are something else.  Junior year, I gave up bagels for lent.  I thought this was going to be easy, sophomore year I gave up drinking for lent and succeeded!  I was a total bitch during this time and it was a challenge being sober, but I got through it.  Here is a picture of me being sober, just as weird:

I know, I look like such a molester.  We are all super sober too.  Back to the bagels, the first day of lent, Lori comes back from visiting Eric's family in Long Island, with TWO DOZEN BAGELS.  How was I supposed to say no?  Realistically, I had two bagels a day for a week.  I just could not resist.  I just am not perfect.

The catch about New York bagels is that with everything bagels, there is everything ALL OVER THE BAGEL.  Not just the top part of the bagel, but the bottom too.  Making this killer carb delicious all over.  David's bagels are oversized, soft on the inside, crunchy on the outside and they make their own cream cheese too.  I obviously bought a dozen but I swear they are sitting in my freezer.  As I am trying to shrink my  New York bagel sized midsection for the summer, I am allowing myself to half a bagel a day.  It is not easy.
David's Bagels is located in "Sty Town" and on 18th Street.  I suggest anyone and everyone who appreciates bagels like me should go.

Overall, NYC was great.  I really loved it there and I want to go back soon.  Someday, I might even move there.  New York City, I do not hate you anymore, but Boston is still better.

Boots, boots, & boots

Everyone is always talking about the weather.  ALWAYS.  Every time I  go on Facebook, six out of eight people's status talks about the weather (I love making up statistics).  Monday everyone said it was so cold they didn't want to go to work, last week everyone wanted a snow day, but everyone HATED shoveling.  I don't know why people always feel the need to talk about the weather, we all know what is going on out there, we are all living in it.  You know a conversation has really bit the dust when someone brings up the weather; why must we talk about the obvious?  Unless you are Helen Keller locked inside a room that is air controlled, we all know what is going on outside our window.

Once at a Christmas party, my two cousins and I started talking about shoveling and how much we hated it.  In about five minutes, all thirty people were talking about the snow, who shoveled what, rock salt, the traffic, car accidents caused by snow, etc. Sadly, this is probably the most normal topic my mother's side of the family has ever talked about.

The last thing I will say about people talking about the weather: WHY ARE YOU SO SURPRISED BY THE ELEMENTS??? THIS IS THE NORTHEAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I would be pissed if I lived in Florida and it was snowing; now that is something to talk about!

I said to one of my friends that some days I wake up and know that I am going to be an idiot, like no matter what I say or do, I will screw something up.  Today was one of those days.

I will start here, I am a sales person, so I cannot always say that I am 100% honest (but I am still an angel!), but I am very disappointed with my Marc Jacob boots.  There are TWO rips in them!! One in the rubber lining on the calf and on the baby toe of my left boot.  I have not worn these boots more than 15 times since I have bought them.  When I find some time, I will be writing to Mr. Jacobs himself.  I am now on the prowl for a pair of rain boots, if you can recommend any, please let me know.

So because these purplicous boots are damaged, I did not know what to wear to work.  As much as we all love them, we know Uggs are more of a hassle than help when it snows.  Uggs do not have any traction and get soaked in under five minutes - so you will either fall or lose a toe due to frostbite; it really is your choice.  I decided to randomly put on a pair of boots that were in my back hallway, I did not know who the boots belonged to, but I wore them anyways.  Finders keepers; I needed something to keep me safe and warm on my journey to work!

Here is why I am an idiot, I knew that these boots were a little too big the second I put them on. I really did not care.  It took me about five minutes on the walk to the train to realize A.  I looked like a girl with massive feet B.  I still did not know whose boots I was wearing C.  The shoes were so big I had them on the wrong feet and they still fit comfortably.  When I got to work, my coworkers made fun of me.  I was basically just riding the hot mess express train, and usually I do on a weekly basis.

After work, I waddled over to my sister's basketball game (Go Framingham Ram's!) where my mother met me with a pair of boots that actually fit me.  Here are the evil, size 13 (I am not sure if this is the actual size) boots I thought fit me today:

This picture does not even do them justice,  I made my mom put the boot next to her head to show that they were bigger than her head, but she will not let me put her face on here.  I do not think she understands this could be her big break to becoming the blond super star she always wanted to be.

While I have been trashing boots, I now need to confess that I LOVE BOOTS.  They are warm (when they are made correctly), sexy, look good with just about anything (when worn the right way), and some are comfortable.  Being the compulsive shopper that I am, I stopped by Nine West before work on Monday --yes, when it was -2 degrees.  I have been looking for a pair of flat leather boots that went up to my knees and I have FINALLY found them!!  The boots were only $70 too, Nine West is having a kickass sale.  The name of these boots Sitcom, I do not know why, they do not remind me of a sitcom.  I saw a really cute pair of booties for $35 too.  This cold weather is going to be around for a couple of more months...if you are looking for a new pair of stylish maybe not the warmest boots - go to Nine West.  Here is what these lovely boots look like:

I do not think this picture does these boots justice, but you could wear these with a skirt, dress, leggings, jeans, really anything!  I am in love and highly recommend. http://www.ninewest.com/Sitcom/5518113,default,pd.html?cgid=4216631&itemNum=24&variantSizeClass=&variantColor=BLACKLE

On another note, WELCOME BACK PERKINS!!!  We have really missed you!  Like I have said before, I do not talk sports, but I cannot wait for the rest of the Celtics season with Perkins playing!

Who would mess with him!?

I promise more frequent blog entries :)  Happy Hump Day!

An Ode to Moms & 2011

Happy New Year!  I cannot believe it is 2011, I remember in the year 2000 when my dad secretly made me unplug the computer because he feared an electrical combustion or some other type of life threatening event occuring.

Last year on New Years Eve, I didn't even make it to midnight without puking (fail) and worried the whole time wondering what the 2011 glasses would look like (yes, I am a worry wart).  The 2010 glasses made so much sense 2, the eye was a 0, the other eye was a 1, and then the zero hung off the end.  See below:

I don't know him.

I still don't know how the 2011 glasses looked, someone please send me a picture if you have one.

Here is how I feel about every "new" year; it is a time to look back on the past year with all of the good times and laughs that happened with your family and friends.  Last New Years day, my friends and I all woke up with our clothes on from the night before, ate rock hard bagels (thank you Mary), too hungover for mimosas, talking about what our last semester of college would be like, and then laid around all day eating junk food, wearing goggles, and watching sappy love movies.  January 1st marks a new year, but also means a time for new opportunities, a time to grow a little wiser, and a whole new year to live a life with the people you love most. 

I don't usually like to talk about resolutions; for me they are a little too personal (although I am close to perfect) and I think the idea of the "New Year" resolution paralyzes you.  If you only make change ONCE a year, you are simply only giving yourself one time to change out of 365 days which ends up being .002% for growth (I know this percentage is semi irrelevant).  I think when you find something that you need to improve, you should start right away.  I don't usually quote things but I think Third Eye Blind says it best: "Every moment of your life is a chance to get it right".

Props to everyone making resolutions, I hope you stick with them!  One goal that I want to achieve this year is to run a half marathon by the summer, wish me luck.  On a side note: I loved 2010 and everything about it; I truly would not change a single thing about it.  I am excited to see what 2011 brings along :)

I know I have been slacking on updating the blog.  The retail and restaurant industry in December is disasterous, I am not sure how I am actually alive to write this right now.  I vow to explore and write more; I appreciate all of the email, texts, and facebook posts reminding me I was slacking.

Today was the perfect rainy day to do some exploring with one of my best friends, her (my) sister, and her (my) child.  After doing some shopping, we decided to go to the South End Buttery for brunch.  One thing about me is that I always wake up really early; so by 11 AM today I had worked out, showered, cleaned my room, did some laundry, and ate breakfast.  So while Sadie, Camille and Francis ordered breakfast, I annoyingly ordered lunch but with a mimosa -- it is called brunch for a reason right?  Both Sadie and Camille ordered eggs benedict and Francis had pancakes.  I ordered a grilled cheese and parmesan garlic french fries (I swear I am working on eating healthy when I go out to eat).

Cam enjoying her Irish tea.

Obviously, the grilled cheese was amazing and the french fries were mind blowing.  The fries were so good that I could have eaten them without ketchup.  Both Sadie and Cam loved their breakfast but it was Francis and his pancakes that won over the heart of everyone.  The pancakes were light and fluffy but filling.  Sadie the true baker she is whispered multiple times "I wonder what their recipe is".  I will also note that the pancakes were so good that they did not need syrup (I am huge on condiments).

Squizz waiting for his next bite of pancakes.

He successfully ate both pancakes.  Besides the food, we had a phenomenal waitress and the seating area is beautiful.

The South End Buttery also has an amazing bakery.  We all took desserts home and I shared my vanilla cupcake with vanilla frosting with my mom.  My mom does not usually rant or rave about how good dessert is but she told me that these cupcakes were better than Kickass Cupcakes....I think they were both delicious for their own reasons, but you should check them out. The Buttery is located on Shawmut Ave. This picture is for you Nicole since you live a block down:

Here is their website and facebook page: http://www.southendbuttery.com/site/, http://www.facebook.com/butteryse

I realize that every post I write is all over the map with no direction.  I titled this post "An Ode to Moms and 2011" because while we were out to eat, I noticed that right when we got our food, Camille and I dug into our food while Sadie patiently cut up Francis' pancakes.  She made sure they weren't too hot, that they tasted good (success), and that he was happy before she even looked at her own food.  I know that this is everyday business for mothers but for me it was something that was so selfless. Call me morbidly obese, but I cannot remember the last time I considered someone else while I was eating my food.  I hope I inherit these motherly mannerisms or my children will be hungry.  Take some time to reflect and  thank your mom, dad, and everyone else in your life that selflessly commits small acts of kindness for you on a daily basis.

If there are any places that you would like me to check out, please let me know!

Best wishes for an amazing 2011.

HO HO HO

12 days until Christmas! By the time you read this, it will probably be 11 days.  Happy Hanukkah to everyone who doesn't celebrate Christmas :) If you don't celebrate either, I hope you don't get mad when someone wishes you a "Happy Holidays" and I am not quite sure what you look forward to at the end of the year.

With the holidays quickly coming, I have been working a lot and have not had a lot of time to explore this amazing city.  I promise after the new year they will happen more frequently :)

I will start off with things I want for Christmas.  My mom asked me what was on my Christmas List and I said someone to pay off my student loans, lipo, and one or more nights with Jake Gyllenhaal.  See here is the science, someone pays off my loans, I have money, with that money, I can get lipo, with lipo, I get Jake.  

I love to hate Taylor Swift because she is dating him. 

Okay but really, please pay really close attention if you are my friend.........

1.  SNL Best of Chris Farley - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YfvBbxE1vU, my FAVORITE VIDEO EVER

2. La Mer watch, HOW CUTE ARE THESE!? This one specifically (Bali Studded Wrap Watch in black), thank you.  Please note, I am really into gold right now.

3. Really cute black boots with a heel.  I don't know where to find REALLY cute ones so I need suggestions please. Actually, flat back every day boots too for that matter.  Check out the Natale boots in the sale section :)  Natale Boots

With the holidays here, I am trying my best to eat healthy.  Sometimes, it goes great, I actually WANT to eat celery with hummus.  Other days, give me a turkey sub with mustard, lettuce, and tomatoes any day O YA also a bag of BBQ chips and a 7 Up, I will also freshen my breath with 28 Jolly Ranchers.  

Boston Kebab House is where all of my salad dreams have come true.  Thank GOD that retail hours usually gives me a break around two or three because the line here is usually wrapped around the corner.  For all of $5.48 you can have a salad with ANYTHING IN IT.  Really ANYTHING.  They have a million different vegetables, "toss-ins" as they call them, dressings, and meats.  I really can never make a decision, I usually ask waitresses at restaurants to pick something for me, but here they scare you in a really nice way so you order fast.  I could tell you what I usually get for my salad but you don't care (okay fine: organic spinach, mixed greens, feta cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, red onions, carrots, almonds, broccoli, cranberries, banana chips, chicken, and I always say surprise me with the dressing just not creamy).  You also get a free piece of pita bread, YUM.  Word on the block is that they have great subs too, check it out: http://bostonkebabhouse.com/.  

If you go around the corner, the Au Bon Pain on State Street everyday has a sign outside the store where they write some type of catchy phrase to get you in.  On MULTIPLE OCCASIONS, the sign has said "Let Us Toss Your Salad", thank you ABP.

You can think my head is in the gutter.  It actually is, I am a pervert, whatever.  Today while helping a husband find a wallet for his wife, he goes into great detail about an expensive bag that he bought her last year for Christmas.  The husband was kind of odd (he opened up his arms like he was going to hug me when I asked if I could help him), but he kept referencing this "expensive bag" that was mahogany and it had to match.  After finding the right wallet for his wife, the man says: "Awesome, this is a great gift.  The price isn't too bad either, I totally splurged all over my wife last Christmas".  WHY WHY WHY.

When the bars let out at 2 AM and you are trying to soak up all the alcohol in your stomach, where do you go?  I have contemplated this for a very long time.  After bouncing around some bars on Saturday, a friend of mine was craving pizza and another friend was craving something sweet.  I had heard a rumor that Mike's Pastry in the North End was open 24 hours.  I will go ahead and clear the rumor, this place isn't open 24 hours.  I was there at 3 AM and it was closed.  

A few doors down on Hanover St., Cafe Pompeii was open.  I don't really want to tell you that this place has the best pizza, french fries, or dessert.  I don't think I really remember how good anything was, I did eat all of my food though, duh.  What I will tell you is that if you and your friends do not want the night to end, go here. If you are not 100% Italian, you will stick out like a sore thumb.  Our waiter was really nice; I asked him if he was full Italian (because I knew he wasn't) and he whispered "HALF".  I really think he was lying, he was just trying to fit in, I respect him.  I also could not help but notice a guy rocking a fur jacket and Kangol hat eating with a man in a really sharp suit, like how are they even acquainted?  

Anyways, if you are looking for late night eats after being out around Faneuil, go to Cafe Pompeii.

I don't know any of these people, they were not at Cafe Pompeii but I wish they were.  How pale is the guy in the middle!?

Pretty Please with Sprinkles and Shimmer on Top

Monday is the worst day of the week.  No matter how much I try to like them, they always suck.  I can go to bed early, work out in the morning, convince myself it is Friday but NOTHING WORKS.   I swear "Case of the Mondays" was contagious today; on the train, Starbucks, at work, and even the gym (the bros were in a funk) -- everyone had it! 

The only thing that made my day was this crazy picture of my best friend's baby - how does this not make your day?? Look at those teeth! And really cute moose sweater.  I wonder who bought that :)

Since I have started working in retail, I have really developed an appreciation for boutiques.  A lot of effort, planning, and thought goes into each item that is carried and sold.  I love buying something that you know no one else will have.  Ever go out on a Friday night, really thought you scored on that $14.99 shirt from Forever 21, and you see 1,499 girls wearing the same shirt thinking they totally scored too?  Sucks.

A store that I have been a huge fan of over the past couple of years is Habit in South Boston on Broadway.  They carry my favorite brand of jeans (Hudsons), a  lot of great pieces varying from funky dresses to yogi t-shirts, and awesome accessories.  When I went in to visit last week, I picked up these two scarves as Christmas gifts, what do you think? 

I love that they are so colorful and are so shimmery.  Shimmer, glitter, and sequins are everywhere right now.  Hop on the wagon, everyone deserves to shine.  These scarves are super soft, warm, and come in a really pretty gold too.  They are $28 and according to the Sales Associate, they are selling fast but have shipments coming in.

Here is the link to Habit: http://habitshop.com/ and their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Boston-MA/HABIT/8067762249 - speaking of computers at Habit, I attempted to show the Sales Associate something on the computer and the second I touched the mouse the computer crashed.  I am a walking computer virus.

Evidence that I am a computer turd:  Once while writing a paper in W.E.B. Du Bois library, that usually had at least 1,000 students in it at any time, I downloaded what I thought was virus protection.  Thank god I had printed my paper before my "virus protection" had finished downloading.  I swear this thing looked real -- what happened when it was finished downloading?  Violent porn appeared on my screen and moaning streamed through my headphones.  Not only did the moaning scare me so much I almost fell out of my chair, but other students walking by definitely saw the porn on my computer.  


It isn't weird to watch porn in public?  


I thought I had deleted the virus off of my computer but every couple of days, extremely graphic icons would appear on my desk top.  Can you imagine explaining to your parents why you might need a new computer?  "I thought it was a virus protector."  At the time I was interning for a online startup page, www.campuslive.com, (check it out) where I worked with computer Gods.  After erasing my hard drive, and reinstalling Microsoft, I am eternally grateful.  Overall story, Internet Bullies:1, Lizzy: 0.

A field of food I am not an expert in is dessert.  Sure I like sugar cookies and strawberry shortcake, but everything else I don't really care for. Ice cream gives me a stomach ache and anything with chocolate makes my mouth feel like I ate a bag of cotton balls.  Don't let me fool you, I would steal candy from a baby, not chocolate, but something like Jolly Ranchers.  I love salty foods too - french fries, salt and vinegar chips, everything bagels or anything sour.

After speaking with my beautiful cousin who is a dessert expert, my friends and I checked out Kickass Cupcakes in Davis Square.  I instantly loved Kickass because they had a water bowl outside for dogs.  They had quite a variety of cupcakes but I chose a vanilla cupcake with vanilla frosting and sprinkles.  I figured if they couldn't nail your standard cupcake, they weren't worth blogging about.  THE CUPCAKE WAS AMAZING!  The cupcake itself was moist and the frosting was delicious too; not too sweet and really rich.  Two of my friends joined me on my cupcake quest; going alone is social suicide.  Both Sarah and Liz have sweet tooths, also Sarah is a great baker and Liz's mom is a baking angel.  Sarah and Liz both loved their cupcakes; so it is true, Kickass Cupcakes does in fact kick ass.

My cupcake

Liz and Sarah trying their first Kickass cupcake!

Some of the cupcakes they had were: oreo, chocolate mint, cookie dough, and red velvet. They also offer a deep fried cupcake, I think if I try this I will instantly develop type II diabetes.  Someone please try it and tell me how it is.

Look at that variety!!

Turns out the lady who owns Kickass Cupcakes is from Dorchester.  I run by the Kickass car at least twice a week, you would have thought I could have put the pieces together.  I guess everything and everyone from Boston is just better :)

Website: http://www.kickasscupcakes.com/ Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/kickasscupcakes.fans

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!

Today is my favorite day of the year.  I really think my birthday might fall second to Thanksgiving.  What is better than eating tons of food (I love cranberry sauce on EVERYTHING), wearing black sweatpants because they are comfortable and forgiving, and spending time with the people you love most!?  I don't allow myself to eat this much any other time of the year, even on my birthday, so I will say again, Thanksgiving is the best holiday of the year.  Also, the night before is always a blast.  My best friend is convinced she was roofied and I left all of my dance moves and booty shakes on the floor.  On top of that, the Patriots won today and the Celtics won last night.  Thank you Shaquita for being so amazing last night <3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez5fu24JLpM.

I have become the laziest person on this planet.  I blame my jobs because I don't have a consistent schedule which makes me cranky.  I thrive on being organized.  When I am not organized, I am cranky.  I hate me when I'm cranky, so it is best that I don't blog.  This happened to me all on Monday:

1.  I worked a double (typical Monday)
2. On the way to my second job a retired S&M actress/actor (I still think it was a man dressed as a woman) harassed a coworker and I on the green line about our outfits and how "fabulous" we looked.
3.  Stopping in Au Bon Pain to get a cup of soup before my shift, I opened the door for a woman in a wheel chair AND SHE RAN OVER MY FOOT AND JUST STOPPED THERE FOR A FULL TEN SECONDS.  I ONLY HAD ON MY FLATS.  She did not even say sorry, granted she probably could not feel that she had probably just crushed my precious foot.  Sometimes, I don't like doing nice things for people.

I should reiterate that it is best that I do not blog when I am cranky.

It has come to my attention that all of you reading this right now have been itching for another posting like a crack head looking for their fix.  I have come to terms that I have become your "Lori Beth Denberg Vital Information" for your everyday life.  If you don't know who she is, I am not sure that you should continue reading.

I will start off with FOOD.  Now I know that I said I was only writing about restaurants and local businesses in Boston, but since it is my blog, I'm breaking the rules.  Rules are only made to be broken.

I hate cats.  They are the worst animals ever; they are not loyal, they hiss at you, they smell like pee, and I'm allergic to them.  One cat I do love is the Fat Cat.  It is a little restaurant in Quincy Center, the one reason I do not go here a lot is because EVERYONE loves this place so much that there is usually always a wait (I hate waiting - Virgos are very impatient).  I do love this place for these reasons:

1. Shuttle salad - Mesculin greens, goat cheese, dried cranberries, candied pecans - AMAZING!!
2.  Steak and cheese - A couple of weeks ago, I saw Darius Rucker in Hampton Beach.  My friends and I went to a dive bar for dinner and I ordered the greasiest steak and cheese.  I honestly think the bread was soaked in grease; do not fret I ate it anyways.  The steak and cheese is SO good here, that I only eat one half and then save the second half for lunch the next day.
3. Fried Calamari (can't you tell I love healthy food) - I love calamari when it is served with red peppers.  I eat all the peppers and my brother eats all of the olives (gross).  The "secret" sauce they serve this with is also finger-lickin-goooooooooood.
4.  They have a lot of awesome drinks!  When I feel like being the bad, half Asian I am, I order the "Hello Kitty". -_-
5.  Great prices.

Here is their website: http://www.fatcatrestaurant.com/ - Go there, check it out, tell me what you think.

When I went here for lunch with my brother on Tuesday, the funniest thing happened in under three minutes of  arriving to Fat Cat.  After the waitress took our drink order, the heavy set man behind Brian RIPPED THE LOUDEST FART I HAVE EVER HEARD IN PUBLIC.  It was so loud it sounded fake.  I was so impressed by the intensity of the fart that my jaw dropped for a good 15 seconds.  Once I started laughing so hard I was crying and shaking (not cool) the farter says, "Um that was embarrassing".  Yes, man who farted so loud it vibrated all of Fat Cat while you were definitely on a business lunch, it was.

Laziness is setting in again, I think it is the turkey and cranberry sauce :)  I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!