I'm a sex bomb?

I took a quiz I found on my friend's blog, and while some of the results are true I have never thought of my self a "sex bomb." What is that exactly?

Results are below.

You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver.

This makes you a Sex Bomb.You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold! You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing.

You can have problems with fidelity. (if you are reading this I have to say I have NEVER had a problem with fidelity!) You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.

You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please. Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.

Of the 4256 people who have taken this quiz, 11.2 % are this type.

Olympic Moment of the Day

In the spirit of loving the olympics, I give you "Hot Olymians." They are adding a new olylmpian each day. Votes on the cutest so far? Even as the lady lover thad I am, I'm going for Ian Thorpe. When you have a nickname like "thorpedo" what do you expect? Plus, how many other olympians go the distance to appear in promo photos wearing only body paint?

A to B Interview Breeds Sucess

Just days after answering my A to B interview (see below), our favorite P. Doety has moved one step closer to his goal. He is scheduled to leave Point A with a nice little parting gift to help him along the path to point B.

This could be you! If you want to be featured in "A to B" and reap the karmic benefits seen in the case above, let me know.

This Week's Interview "P. Doety"

In thinking about my jobsearch and my blog, I have come to realize that while I may be the only one of my friends who is out of work, almost all of them would like new jobs, different jobs, better jobs. I have decided to start an interview section of the blog to appear periodically that where all of us less-than-satisfied-with-our-current-employment folks (sorry about the overuse of hypens) can share our advice. We all know it's easier to give than receive. In this spirit, my first "A to B' is below.

Name: P. Doety

Age: 27

First Job ever: working in a shoe store (it was actually the coolplace to work, ok)

Current Job (Point A): Corporate Whore=Assist in making crap music

Desired Job (Point B): Some position in theatre, assistant to aproducer or education development team

Jobs you are willing to do in the meantime: anything

Lets start positive. Name a few things you like about your current job (Point A). laid back, free cds, artist events

Why, then, do you most want to leave? Zero creativitiy, ego filled\industry only concerned with making money

How do you think your life would change if/when you arrive at your desired job (Point B)? It would have a purpose

Do you feel like the (so-called) ups and (more often) downs of the economy you hear about actually affect your search? How? –no, there are always more people trying to work in theatre than there are jobs. Especially in New York, where everyone is more talented and has more\money and more connections.

We all know that it's much easier to give this advice than take it. Any advice for the masses just like you (and me) on getting from A to B? Don't break up with your boyfriend who is your only source of connections.

Other words of wisdom, life experiences, jokes, riddles, haikus or profanity you wish to share? Stagnant water stinks. I know it's kind of vulgar, but I think it is a good phrase to remember. If something in your life isn't working, it's probably time to change something (you know, like the water-cause it was stinking)

Thanks for your time. Tune in for the next installment of A to B

This Just In

New Jersey Gov. Jim McGreevey resigns his post, citing an extramarital homosexual affair. Details soon.

I just saw this headline on CNN.com. I'm so glad I'm from New Jersey. I also have already heard a rumor that the Gov's affair was with Sam Champion, local blond weatherman!

Olympic Preview

I love the Olympics. I have never really been able to get into televised sports, probably because I am nearly incapable of in-person sports, but the Olympics are different than your run-of-the-mill ESPN experience. First of all, there are the insane sports that you forget about for four years between Olympics. In winter you have curling (played with a broom), skiing the moguls (the only wintersport outside of ice skating with musical accompaniment), and my favorite Women's Ice Hockey. In Summer there's archery, synchronized swimming, rhythmic gymnastics(just a euphemism as far as I'm concerned).

It provides a little whimsy to go along with all of more typical baseball, basketball, and hockey you could watch any day of the year.


I even like the little montages about the athletes. And the opening ceremonies. Remember the Winter Olympics in 2002 when the announcer during the parade of nations pointed out the athletes representing the Axis of Evil? What will it be this year? "Hey Iraq, got your oil!" We'll have to watch and see. I am even having an opening ceremonies party this year.

And to get in that Athens headspace, I spent the weekend in Astoria. Yes it was at a German Beergarden and Japanese Sculpture Exhibit, but it was a gesture.

Apologies Apologies

Before my next post, I guess I owe a bit of an apology. Sorry for abandoning my blog for the last few days. I could blame it on post traumatic stress from seeing scary high school football guy (see below), but I won't.

I have been busy, well...Actually working (Yeah!) this week. I guess I am officially "in" with my temp agen/office pimp, Brian. Now that I am in an office all day in front of a computer, instead of out in the world, I have time to blog. Did you miss me?

Oh High School Days...Where have you gone? No-literally, I can't remember. 

Late night pickup turned high school reunion

So I am walking home from the subway tonight, close to midnight.  This is certainly not an unsafe time to be walking in my neigbhorhood, but I still assume my usual "walk with determination" stance.  As I pass one of my favorite local bars, I guy calls out to me.  A dramatizationf follows:

 
Boy on the street (BOTS): Didn't we go to high school together?

Me: No (plus a determined step forward)

BOTS: Raritan? (my high school)

Me: (astonished look, followed by searching of the BOTS face for familiarity)  Nothing.

 
Its true.  He gives a name, and those of his "boys" and I vaguely remember. This is only 8 years ago, mind you, and I went to school with many of my high school classmates since elementary school.  I just don't remember people.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I seem to have a special way to black out the names or faces of people from my hometown.  Sure we all would like to forget high school, but I think I have somewhat of an extreme case of academic amnesia considering I pretty much made it out unscathed and still talk to many of my friends from that time.

 
Will I remember my classmates from now on?  Probably not.  But I have learned an imporant lesson.  Out of the many guys who yell out to me and my fellow females on the street everyday, there are still some out there who are not just trying to pick me up (at best) or harass me (at, less than best).  And, "didn't we go to high school together?" is not really a good line anyway.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow the guy who asks me for my "smile" will just be my childhood dentist.  Dr. Silver, are you out there?

F@%&k Nike!

I was so excited to participate in last week's Nike Run Hit Wonder, my first race ever.  I was waiting to post my results because I wanted to include the photos.  Unfortunately, upon visiting the site today I found there were no photos of me whatsoever.  I did find some of my friends, but in trying to post them I found message that they were only available for purchase.   So, you will just have to read the results and imagine my pretty, yet completely red, face crossing the finish line.

Who needs to be like Mike? Go Marion Go! 

Run blogger...run!

I'm running a 5K race tomorrow.  It's my first race ever, 3.1 miles for those of you who (like me) are metrically challanged.  Wish me luck, and check back for my times and finishing photos.

She Makes Links...Genius

Yes, after toiling in front of my screen I have finally figured out how to add a section of Links to my template.  There will be more in the future, but I think I've covered the basics.  Look, Brian Lehrer and Britney Spears rubbing elbows on my blog.  Enjoy!

Is this office appropriate? 

I temp, therefore I am

It's true.  I'm a temp.  Temping is that unique kind of job which draws you in with promises of reasonable pay, flexibility, and the ability to work 9-5 while still allowing you to look for your "dream job."  But then it hits you with a special mix of job uncertainty, work environments where you are constantly being called "the temp" instead of your name, and the always-fun opportunity to practice your skills in data entry, appointment scheduling and phone call etiquette.  
 
My favorite part of temping may be creating that special bond with my agent.  When I start with a new agency, I begin a courtship of sorts.  I call my agent every day or few days, make sure s/he knows how special I am, how much I appreciate their help, and of course, how I am chomping at the bit to practice the aforementioned skill set.  I send them cookies, leave sexy voicemails...I wonder if I could create some kind of dirty version of my resume.  But I digress.
 
Recently, after balancing that fine line between agent courtship and whoring myself out for office work, my agent moved to DC without telling me.   Now I have to begin anew, hoping my relationship with my new agent will be as sweet.   It seems like I'm off to a decent start; tomorrow is an interview for the sought-after Shangri-La they call a long-term placement.  Wish me luck!

My Inspiration 

Why whimper? Or for that matter, why whine?

Sure, we twentysomethings love to whine.  You may have heard about our lack of money, jobs, and relationships.  So for this blog, I won't be beating around the bush.  This is a place to read about the daily life of a 26 year old brooklynite looking for work and sex (hopefully not in the same place).  In realizing the whiney tendencies of this blog and my peers in general, I thought back to my childhood.  After hearing a song about manners on "the Electric Company," my mother started to aptly nickname my sister and I "whimper" and "whine."  I'm whimper. 

 

Lyrics are  below.  
 

 Title:  whimper and whine 
Composer:  Joe Raposo 
Lead vocals:  June Angela, Stephen Gustafson
Backing vocals:  none 
Scene:  June’s and Stephen’s heads appear with various cartoon bodies. 
  
Lyrics
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  If you give us peas, we hardly can wait
To whimper and whine them right off of our plate.
 
Oh, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  It’s not very nice, but it always works fine
[JA]  To whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA]  Though we love ice cream, we whimper for more,
[SG]  And whine till our one scoop turns into three more.
 
[JA, SG]  Yes, we are the kids known as Whimper and Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And Whine.
[JA, SG]  That’s what we do when we sit down to dine:
[JA]  Whimper
[SG]  And whine, whine, whine.
 
[JA, SG]  The weather is bad, and Mom wants us neat.
Still, we want our galoshes right off of our feet.
[SG]  Whine!  Whine!
[JA]  Whimper, whimper, whimper, whimper.
 
[JA, SG]  We are the kids known as Whimper and Whine,
Wondering why we’re alone all the time.
Maybe it’s ‘cause no one else thinks it’s fine
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.
To whimper and whine, whine, whine.

 

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