you can now have a "top 24" on myspace. at what point does being on someone's top whatever start being meaningless? i was thinking about taking all of my friends out of my top 16 and just having all the random bands/comedians/girls in thongs who have friend requested me in my top 16 just to throw people off. is chuck klosterman's new book my best friend? should beck go before bjork?

from "what's new on gmail":

"Embarassment-reducing new message notifications
Ever replied to a message only to find out that someone sent a better, smarter reply right before you? Now, if someone sends a reply while you're in the middle of reading a conversation (or replying to it), you'll get a notification that a new message has arrived. Click "update conversation" to see what you’ve missed."

i've never had that problem before. who are these people that have all these friends simultaneously responding to each other's emails? seriously!

so scott and i were going to bertuccis, we parked by babies r us/home depot. we come back later, my car is nowhere to be found. we walked up and down a few times until we felt certain that yes, this was where i parked, and yes, my car is no longer here. i didn't think it could have been stolen. i thought maybe it had been towed. i found a sign with a name and phone number for a towing company. "no, it couldn't have been towed," scott said. i called the towing company "hi, did you tow a white plymouth breeze from the roosevelt raceway parking lot?" i asked. "yes. we'll bring it back to you if you pay us $130 in cash." "what? we just went to home depot for a few minutes." "ma'am, you were spotted going towards bertuccis, just like 9 other cars tonight who did the same thing." wtf???? i kind of wished my car had been stolen at that point. we waited for my car "once the reality of this sets in i'm going to be really pissed off," i told scott. the tow truck came back with my car after about 15 minutes. i mentioned to the driver that scott and i are both lawyers (what did i expect him to do? cower away in fear?), but i still had to pay that $130.
lessons to be learned here:
1- if you're going to bertuccis in westbury, don't park by babies r us
2- carry more than $30 cash

now that i have an amazing new guy in my life, i've been thinking about the other important relationships in my life: my friends.
after my grandmother died, my mother told me that a person should always be careful how they treat someone when they are very upset, because people always remember things that happen to them when they're upset. the 2 months following my breakup with shelby were probably 2 of the hardest of my life (even though i broke up with him, go figure). that situation really forced me to reevaluate my definition of a good friend. i've come to realize that a good friend isn't necessarily the one who sees you all the time and can recite a long list of your likes and dislikes. a good friend is, quite simply, someone who's there for you when you need them, in the way you need them to be, whether it's once a decade or once a week. whenever i confide in fay, she always provides me with brilliant insight that helps me understand my feelings better. i hadn't seen cynthia in 2 years, but when i told her over linner about some issues i was feeling with some people i know, she also provided me with great insight that really helped me sort out my feelings. i can totally think of times when lindsay and dominique have had my back over the past year. jason reentered my life at one of my darkest points, despite the fact that we hadn't spoke in years (although this may have been a coincidence). despite death-defying odds, scott and i have a great time whenever we hang out. even though i don't see her as much as i'd like, when i do see her, i usually wind up telling lauren things i'd been hiding from everyone else. and i still pity dave for being there when i got that special delivery from shelby at the office on valentines' day. i've complained to josh about feeling poor, and to mike and fidpoker about...everything. and jonathan's encouragement really motivated me to take that trip to europe. the list goes on. ask any of them what my favorite store is, my favorite place for lunch, or about my least-favorite case that i'm working on, and they probably won't be able to tell you. but that's not really the point, because those things aren't me, they're just my latest whims.
i'm not part of a "sex and the city"-style foursome. i used to think there was something wrong with my life because i didn't have a standing brunch date, or because i prefer to shop alone (and just enjoy doing things alone generally). but i've had a lot of time to mature and think about what really matters, and i finally came to realize that i am a very lucky girl. and i can't wait to introduce oscar to all of you :)

i went to staten island a lot as a kid because i had relatives that lived there (now estranged). to say that those relatives were tacky would be a compliment, so i'll just say they're tacky and leave it at that. those bad experiences plus the fact that si doesn't exactly have a reputation for being a hip boro led me to have a prejudiced view of staten island. everyone i've met from there who isn't relatead to me seem pretty cool, and a few staten island yankee games helped me see maybe this place isn't so bad. but today i realized that staten island might actually be a pretty nice place. the court officer who checked my bag (they don't have x-ray machines at the satellite courthouse--how cute!) told me he thought my bag was really nice, which most of you know is the fastest way into my heart (and he's got good taste too, it's a dooney & bourke leather briefcase from the alto collection). the clerk was friendly and sounded just like fran drescher. after the conference, i stopped by the dunkin donuts on bay and virginia, people held the door open for me and when i asked where the restrooms were, a girl behind the counter told me they don't have public restrooms but i can use the employee restroom. and the view of manhattan from the satellite courthouse parking lot and the verrazzano (sp?) coming back to brooklyn make the trip worthwhile. so i'm thinking staten island aint so bad. you staten island people should really rally together and clear your boro's name. as a self-hating long islander, i've done my part....

this is brilliant: http://www.longislandrestaurantweek.com/nassau.html

2 of my favorite long island restaurants are on there: seventh street cafe in garden city and wild fin in huntington village.

according to my parents, i taught myself how to read when i was 2 1/2 by watching "sesame street." i don't remember this, although i vaguely remember practicing how to write the abc's when my mom was pregnant with my brother. anyway, i was a pretty heavy reader when i was a kid, until i discovered z100, which was when my love affair with music began (of course, now i only listen to z100 if it's out of deference to whoever is driving). and then in high school, college, law school, there was other stuff to read, so i didn't really read much for leisure. i started reading again during the summer i worked for the DA's office, and i developed a crush on the guy who worked at the cafe at borders (most of you know how that ended...by the time i got up the nerve to say anything to him besides "small honey vanilla latte with skim," he wasn't working there anymore). but now that i'm working, i find that i've been reading a lot more...on the train, waiting for my adversary to show up, during lunch. reading a good book kind of makes me feel like i'm on a journey, i'm learning something both because i'm reading facts that i didn't previously know, and because i'm learning things about my own perception of the world. at the end of the book, i put it back on my shelf, and it's kind of like a memory of something i've done, a part of my life that existed in a parallel universe.

but there's probably another reason why books have substituted handbags as my impulsive purchase of choice. it's so easy to justify. last week i was at the strand annex, this morning i was at the borders on broadway and wall (one of my favorite hang outs when i've got time to kill), and i say to myself "sure i can spend that $30. it's on books, and books are good for you." so there you have it. carrie bradshaw was afraid of being the "old woman who literally lived in her shoes," i will be the old woman who literally lived in her handbags with lots of books...

so, i googled myself and the first entry that comes up is the website "my so-called gay life." don't worry, it's not because people are claiming i'm gay. it's because of that transgendered case i worked on.

i went to the movies yesterday and there was a guy who graduated from my high school the year before me working at the box office. the last time i saw him was at the LSATs. now, maybe he didn't wind up going to law school. but seeing him try to figure out the whole gift card thing kind of made me realize that no matter how much i complain, there's always someone worse off than me. i will continue to complain though.

1- "hell" - squirrel nut zippers
2- "trouble sleeping" - the perishers
3- "perhaps, perhaps, perhaps" - cake
4- "vienna" - billy joel
5- "ocean breathes salty" - modest mouse
6- "the bad actress" - josh ritter
7- "kick out the jams" - rage against the machine
8- "rolling" - soul coughing
9- "hate to say i told you so" - the hives
10- "a decade under the influence" - taking back sunday
11- "straw hat and old dirty hank" - barenaked ladies
12- "dry the rain" - beta band
13- "hit on the head" - gomez
14- "tired of sex" - weezer
15- "a nervous tic motion of the head to the left" - andrew bird
16- "diamond" - klint
17- "best imitation of myself" - ben folds five
18- "shot shot" - gomez
19- "don't change your plans" - ben folds five
20- "one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces" - ben folds five
21- "steal my kisses" - ben harper
22- "the plan" - built to spill
23- "i will survive" - cake
24- "shitbag 9" - gomez (probably made it in there because it's 29 seconds long and thus not worth fast fowarding through)
25- "you" - moby