Sarkastickunt

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In a new size.

I went from an X-LARGE to a LARGE.

Not a huge deal, but…for me?

It’s MAJOR.

I bought a black dress, with a lace peekaboo back. I am almost 100% wearing that to Snark.

I bought a black mini with sequined panels.

I bought another black mini with cinched layers, so I can wear it with funky tights.

I bought a black short sleeved simple dress just to wear in case someone dies or Chris wants to take me to dinner. Same diff.

I bought some fishnets and I can’t wait to wear my hooker boots without my thighs rubbing together causing chub rub.

This whole diet and lifestyle changing thing is working I guess. Who woulda thunk?

New size, new clothes…ha…good times.

The NEW SnarkNYC venue is BLACKSTONE’S Bar and Grill on East 55th Street between 2nd and 3rd ave. I have reserved the Atrium room in the rear of the bar passed the pool tables.

The tweetup is Saturday February 18, 2012. It starts at 8pm and ends whenever you put your key in the door and go home.

The SnarkNYC hotel is The Roger Smith hotel and it is on Lexington Ave in Midtown East in Manhattan. The room block has expired, but directly next door there is a Radisson on  East 47th street.

The Friday night pre-event get together is at   SNAFU at 7pm-ish. We have the back room reserved, simply walk to the rear of the bar.

I am still in talks with GORILLA CHEESE food truck to be outside of SNAFU on Friday at 5pm for grilled cheese sandwiches and other awesome snack food. I will announce more info on the SNARK page on Facebook, when I hear something definite.

I am currently looking for a Brunch spot for Sunday morning. 

If you haven’t RSVP’D and will be in NYC February 17-19 2012…and would still like to attend, do so here.

I went through my blog and deleted a bunch of SNARK posts after receiving “ANONYMOUS FEEDBACK” telling me that my blog was all about SNARK and people were getting annoyed, so I took this weekend to kind of lay low and just give Tumblr a rest because even though I love planning this tweetup, and this is TOTALLY MY HEART,  I understand that some people just don’t want to hear about it CONSTANTLY. Or stand to be around someone in a good mood. 

So…yeah.

Also?

I decided to no longer do the CHSH scholarship.

I posted a link and got no feedback, didn’t receive one single dollar as a donation and I just think that even though I LOVED DOING IT, it’s just not worth the negativity and the bullshit and I am just not going to put that in my life right now. Sometimes being a nice person and being an asshole can be a simultaneous thing. Apparently.

If you guys want SNARK info, feel free to message me here, kik me or message me or email on gmail or even DM me on twitter…all under SARKASTICKUNT.

I will post the venue change and some info in a bit and then I won’t mention it again until a few days before the event because how awesome is this community that you get excited about something and someone, somewhere has to step in and shit on your smile because their life is mundane and pathetic??

I was tempted to just delete this blog, but it wouldn’t be fair to do so until after the tweetup…so Enjoy the next 2 weeks, I don’t know how much longer I will be around after that.

Sometimes I catch myself looking into one of my kid’s eyes and I am instantly lost in thought trying to find my features in their face.

I look at their expression and think, “Do I make that face?”

I look at their eyes and try to find me there.

It’s not because I doubt we share the same DNA, it’s just that sometimes I need to feel that CONNECTION. I need to feel that tie, that bond… that closeness that only seeing yourself in another person can give you.

And then when I find it…it can happen in as fast as 3 seconds….I can finally exhale.

My heart, or at least pieces of it, walk around in this world.. and every so often, I just need to find them, lock them in and reconfirm that they are in fact MINE. 

It’s a feeling of completion like nothing I have ever known.

I can’t remember ever having it this bad before.

Maybe it’s stress. Maybe it’s just winter.

I can’t get my nails done. I hide my hands behind my back or inside my sleeves. It hurts so bad I sometimes can’t focus on anything else.

One minute I am sitting on the couch watching television, lost in the mundane and mulling over what to make for dinner and suddenly I am reminded of my mortality and wrapped in thoughts of sickness and death and I become scared and pensive and start thinking about how I’m going to die and will it be long and drawn out or will it be quick and what will it feel like and when will it happen and one thing leads to another and I’m not hungry anymore.

I love Cherilyn.

She is my super, duper awesome other half friend.

We get each other. We are very much alike.

However? We are very, very different as well.

We also have different friends.

She likes people that I think are assholes.

And I like people people that she can’t stand to be around.

That doesn’t mean because she doesn’t think (redacted) is as big of a cunt as I do that I would EVER, EVER, EVER tell her to choose.

And because I heart (redacted), she would NEVER EVER NEVER try to get me to not like them because she didn’t.

That’s just not what real friends do for each other, that’s what NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS DO.

So, if someone tells you not to be friends with someone because THEY aren’t, and you COMPLY?

YOU ARE A SPINELESS, WEAK MINDED FOLLOWER, and you will NEVER be happy living your life trapped in the stench of another person’s bossy armpit.

Or something…

Whatever…good riddance.