I head back to NY this week. Today, I was thinking about all the things I cannot wait to do when I get back to the city, and I realized that 98% of them have to do with food. So here’s a list of the places I can’t wait to get fat at:
Balthazar: FAVORITE RESTAURANT EVER
Caracas: De Pobellon arepa is unreal
Sobaya: Tuna Don and red bean ice cream
Korean Fried Chicken
Le Gamin Cafe: Ham, cheese and mushroom crepe
Paul’s: Best hangover burger
My soon-to-be-boyfriend is named George. His father’s name is Curt.
My ex-boyfriend is named Curt. His father’s name is George.
And I feel like I am in the fucking twilight zone.
One bedroom in a two bedroom apartment in the heart of the East Village.
May 1st to July 1st (with the possibility of staying longer).
Six floor walk up is good for your butt.
Cable and internet.
Small, but cute and clean apartment.
I would prefer to live with a girl, but boys are sort of acceptable.
If you, or someone you know is interested, please email me for more details.
Frangry [at] gmail [dot] com.
UPDATE: Thank you all for playing, the winner has been chosen.
- Frangry: I come home in FIVE DAYS!!!
- Crassanne: I just shit myself!
- Frangry: xo
I think I’m sort of over this blog thing. I’m still deciding.
Me, to no one, because I am insane. (via ryanadams)
Dear Ryan Adams,
Please marry me.
But sometimes I can’t believe that Ryan Adams’ words are showing up, mixed in with my own and White Whine and Julia Allison, on my dashboard. I’m not one of these disciples who thinks he’s the new Dylan, but the double hit of ‘Come Pick Me Up’ and ‘My Time of Need’ totally made my cry in the Tunis airport once, and that’s something. Plus I’m a total starfucker.
Yeah, I’m totally crushing on him.
And it was glorious. Thank you to everyone who sent me well wishes and believed in me during this tough time.
Hey, to the dumb bitch on the right: I don’t know what the fuck you are wearing, but it’s all kinds of stupid. You aren’t six years old and you need to fire your stylist ASAP.
I do kind of like your shoes though.
I hate my theme. Make me a Frangry one. I know it takes you like ten minutes. I will owe you one. Email me!
I thought today would be the day. I even started to feel my stomach grumbling, but alas, it was all a false alarm.
I took another laxative, I ate 6 more prunes, and I even ate lots of veggies cut into tiny pieces. I am officially off the meds now, so I am thinking it will happen tomorrow.
I WILL POO TOMORROW.
I weighed myself today and I weigh FIVE POUNDS MORE than I did BEFORE the tooth surgery. That means I have FIVE WHOLE POUNDS OF POO inside me. Because there is no way I have gained five pounds from eating SINCE I CAN’T FUCKING CHEW. My belly is so big I feel like I am going to give birth to triplets.
- wifey: you know what i want for my birthday?
- frangry: what
- wifey: you to take a good satisfying shit
- frangry: that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me
- frangry: i love you
- wifey: i love you too
I actually like prunes, but with this whole wisdom tooth thing it’s fucking crazy painful to chew. I just spent AN ENTIRE HOUR eating 6 prunes and my jaw feels like it’s going to fall off.
It’s making me have a serious bitch bender, so forgive me if I have been mean to you in the last few days. My friends have stopped calling, my mom won’t talk to me, even my skin looks clogged. I think this might be ruining my life.
I am officially desperate to take a shit.
I have a HUGE crush on Dr. Drew. He’s such a good, sweet, honest, caring man. And he’s SO damn sexy I can’t stand it. I want to become a drug addict just so I can get some of his rehab. Delicious.