dentist appt. at lunch. NO CAPTIVES biatch. 24 years running. but on a slightly more disgusting note. i love looking down into the rinse sink thingy and seeing a chunk of flesh. WATCH THE GUMS JUANITA.

Poor Star Jones. Such an easy target.

the winner of my favorite line of the day award goes to.....Taryn with...
"I do need a financial advisor, and a pair of Fendi sunglasses."

don't we all. but I did pick up a financial advisor today and do versace sunglasses count?

Good Girls Go To Heaven....Bad Girls Go To Montreal...

i thought i was sooooo funny the other night when i unzipped my jacket and showed my bf this shirt, taunting him about the fact that his little sister is going to montreal next weekend and i had been there too. well...he has had the last laugh. considering he was wearing said shirt a year before i knew it or he existed.

disregard the olsen twins...

this morning i carried an umbrella that said "puppy" and "dog" and had pictures of puppies and dogs on it. (very reminiscent of the "cats are cool. kittens are cute" shirt that ange has told me the crazy flemmington cat lady wears) it was like that time in 6th grade when i wore a trolls t-shirt to a boy-girl party.

as i was paging through star magazine while waiting for my rx at cvs last night. i saw a beautiful betsy johnson tote bag. perfect and exactly what i am looking for. i looked at the price ($385) and was pleasantly surprised. the point to this story is, since when is $385 a reasonable price for a gym bag? to me, living here, it is.

a friend of a friend, who name i will be withheld to protect the innocent and who i claim NO association to, is being a victoria's secret model for halloween. who does that? so basically she will be walking around in underwear, all night. i think that she should just wear a sign that says "i'm easy, take me home with you". then at least she wouldn't be so cold waiting on line. no good.

i played wedding crashers with boyfriend's sister on saturday night. what dancing to "pour some sugar on me" at someone else's wedding, no good? we were quickly escorted, rather pushed, out by what appeared to be the bride's maids. bitches. suprisingly i kept my cool and only told them that they were number one. boyfriend was surprised by this.

and that was at the end of the night. before then was told by grandpa if he was 40 years younger boyfriend would have a run for his money. later that evening, saw grandpa sitting down, and after i promised him i would save him a dance, went over to fulfill my promise. took his hands and as he stood up he wobbled then fell. my b. SO EMBARRASSING. never got that dance. but rest assured that there will be about 15 minutes of me and sis bustin' a move in the video. seemed like a good idea at the time. but so did tapered jeans in the early nineties.

I had to post this.

This guy so killed his wife. It's always the husband. He just happens to be a little smarter than Peterson.


can't wait to go to the city of brotherly love tomorrow night. although last time i was at a bar there i got heckled for wear uggs. sure people would do that here, now but this was when they were super impossible to get and stylish. also happened to be that me and my 3 other girl friends had the standard short skirt ugg combo on. anyway, the little brew-ha-ha ended in the notorious BOM saying "Nice Nose" to the girl that started it. i hope that girl developed a complex.

where does hugo boss get off charging $475 for boots? i was expecting like $250 maybe $300. no wonder the door man gave me the stink eye when i walked in the store on 5th avenue. after i threw a hissy fit b/c i couldn't have them my mostly level-headed boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to point out the stores that i can afford to shop in on 5th avenue. h&m, gap and mexx. not the approach i would have taken. grrreeeaatttt well now i feel A LOT better, thanks honey. what, buying a louis vuitton bag at lunch no good?

Yes, I am dating the guy who takes off his shirt at Crobar.

and proud of it, thank you. this might be the worst picture that i've ever taken. apparently i am very happy to be standing with shirt-less boyfriend, as seen.

this morning's blog will be filled with dialog...

Bmerchik: guess what?
Jeremoo24: you're coming back to the hill and want me to set up a meeting with the phillies so you can apologize for selling them out?
BmerChik: yes
BmerChik: you got it



from yesterday morning.

Gerry: Eryn, new hair cut or are we just going frizzy today?
Me: GERRY! It's curly, NOT FRIZZY!
Gerry: Oh, oh. I mean curly. What is frizzy the wrong word to use?
Me: YES.


on my FORTUNE tomb stone it will read:
Here lies the cube of that frizzy haired, red face, UPS girl, who wore an inappropriate shirt to the 75th party. RIP and try not to flash the group president at CNN.

what in the.....?????

who does that?

new job, new job, i got a new job! 6 months of meetings paid off. you are reading the blog of the newest sales planner for cnn.com. oh happy day.


now down to business.

apparently jesus man (as mentioned in previous blogs) has found shelter from the rain in the 42nd street A,C,E subway station. his religious dribble is only intensified by his echoing voice.

as if listening to him wasn't bad enough. this morning i encountered stupid jesus man. this new species started out rambling about the lord being our savior and some how went into how no one has been killed in a terrorist attack in two years. to add to his stupidity, he went on to "preach" about how the police are the real enemies b/c they are the ones that just beat that poor man from Louisiana. that they are the terrorist. how does police brutality compare to terrorism? what an uneducated SMUCK. then again he was wearing a suit and sneakers and reading out of a note book in the subway. i am all about freedom of speech, but i have to draw the line somewhere. a leasted regular jesus man has a positive message.

re-do from earlier post:

camisole set for party: $75
7 leechie martinis: $0

Having an inappropriate boob picture taken and posted on shutterfly for all co-workers to see: PRICELESS




that camisole set is nothing but trouble. while trying on clothes at express yesterday taryn throws a shirt over the door.

me: "Dude, I already have that shirt."
Taryn hysterically laughing: "Take a closer look."

let's rewind. many weeks ago i had one of those nights. the combination of an empty stomach, anti-biotics, wine and still not know my own limits at 24 years old got the best of me. needless to say, it was a messy night that i would (or do) like to forget. i woke up the next morning with wine spilled down the front of my shirt (which was/is silk so it showed up rather nicely) and a rather large tear right on the front. oh and the hang over to end all hangovers.

fast forward. as i was very upset that i had ruined this fabulous new shirt i thought that i could try to return it on the grounds that wearing it out for only one night shouldn't cause it to rip. that's just poor quality. so i go to express and attempted to return the poor shirt. everything was fine until the manager unfolded it and said "you can't return this after wearing it out and spilling drinks all over it". i collected myself and said with my angry face on "well this is just poor quality, i mean i wore it out once and it rips like this, that's ridiculous". and HA. i won. got a brand new one and said good bye to the poor sad looking soiled one.

until yesterday. can you believe they put it back on the rack? i almost bought it because it looked so sad that i had just abandoned it like that.




to add insult to injury that same day as i am pushing a cart of boxes to the mail area, i pass a co-worker (name unknown). she stops, looks at me (wearing a brown and tan dress) and says "you look like a UPS girl." what does one say to that? i courteously laughed and gave her the evil eye after she walked by. WELL I NEVER!!!! for the rest of the day i got "eryn, what can brown do for you?"

dress for the wedding.... check
outfit for b-day party....




so nick and jessica split huh? i don't know if i believe it, but according to my favorite blog and the assistant to the editor of Us Weekly it is true. i'll believe it when i see it in a credible source like People. sad that i refer to people as a "credible source". i guess poor nick with have to cling to the hope that college game day will pick him up full time.

attack of the chunky shoes

i'm assuming that the person who chose to have these god awful things in their wedding is from one of the square states.



it STINKS in this city today. i don't know what happened between last night and this morning but it smells of rotten fish and garbage. maybe it's the sudden humidity...what is this july all over again? i leave my apt in 'boken and it's sunny with a cool breeze. i get to 42nd street and it's the tropics of africa. NO GOOD.

walking to work this morning i noticed that Saks has new window display. (okay not that new but i keep forgetting to comment on it). call me crazy but i don't think that sheep can...

a.) afford a cashmere scarves
b.) be very willing to wear one knowing that on of their family members was hog-tied and sheered just to make it.

i understand that you are "crazy for cashmere" Saks but i don't see why adding sheep into your window display will make me come in a buy a cashmere scarf. i hope who ever came up with that idea got canned.




in a totally unrelated topic, i went hiking this weekend. yes, hiking. don't adjust your screens or put on your glasses. i actually did, and i had a very nice time. of course when i told my father this, his comment was, "and which mall will you be hiking in?" well HA...it was in the woods.

besides trying to keep up with my super physically fit boyfriend and trying not to break my ankle on scattered rocks, i enjoyed myself. although you probably could tell by my face. everytime mr. all-star athlete turned around to check on me he would say, "honey, you look scared". more like exhausted. i really need to start hitting the gym a little harder or even at all.