tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124684563208778592011-07-28T19:56:28.534-05:00I pretty much did this to myselfKamdizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04077135845055532921noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112468456320877859.post-21141858254310678292009-02-03T21:15:00.004-06:002009-02-03T21:22:45.248-06:00

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In reference to this post:Brown Male #1: thanks for not putting a true picture of me up me: yeah wellI tried to find a fake picture of Brown Male #2but when I googled nerdy indian guy Brown Male #1: but its not possible me: none of them were nerdy enough*yes, I am the editor AND the writer. I AM GOD!

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You're supposed to get meaner when you go from the Midwest to the East Coast. But as usual, things don't work the way they're supposed to with me. I like my new job, I really do. But everybody has this overwhelming need to be nice. It drives me nuts. Every email is written in the gentlest way possible, and sometimes I want to strangle everyone and say "you realize this is MY JOB??? You don't have

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Today my brother asked out a girl the first time. And he called me for advice!Guess what, he's playyaa - he asked a girl in the EIGHTH GRADE and he's totally in seventh. That's basically like someone in elementary school asking a girl out in high school. We Singhs, we jus' roll like dat.My first question was, "Is she pretty?" and then I cringed inside thinking I should not be teaching him that

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Because I thought if I moved to an entirely new city, I could somehow escape the nonsense that is my life. But hello, moving to a new city means finding roomates through craigslist, which inevitably leads to wtf moments. Anyways, count of places I've lived since graduation: 9

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Do Not get 24-hour access to store your belongings at the downtown Chicago office building of the job you just quit.Do Not surreptitiously get 24-hour access to the building from the admin* that the Executive Director cannot stand.Do Not wait until 1am the day of your flight to your new home (Washington, DC) to move your boxes into said building.Perhaps rethink your decision to take your two

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From unnamed blog at 12:45 AM:Kamdizzle said... FAIL.Same blog, ten minutes later:Kamdizzle said... This post has been removed by a blog administrator.

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JUST TO SPITE ASHU.

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The Working Girl is retiring! This blog, that is. This is because the most interesting thing that has happened to me at my new job is today on my way walking to work the garbage man hit on me.* Really, garbage man? Really? Yeah, I know you're sitting up high and driving some big-ass wheels, but really?So, in conclusion, for the last month my life has been relatively normal and sane and drama-free

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Tomorrow is my first day of work at a REAL job that isn't paid by a government stipend that is in reality, below minimum wage. Let's hope it turns out like my first day at last non-job, where my boss kindly gave me a tour of the office and then showed me the bathroom, where she proceeded to give me "training" whilst shitting*. Yes. Let's hope.*disclaimer: my boss was awesome. Who shits while they

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Occasionally, I err on the side of pleasure and have too much of a good thing. Today I decided to OD on allergy meds and had this brilliant idea for a post detailing how much I loved the world because of all the wonderful beautiful things I saw happen in the last two days but what kind of sucks is that I can't remember any of them (what does this say about me?) except 2 which are still kind of

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I told a couple friends that I would help them organize this "Nothing But Nets" malaria event for a competition, but I ended up doing shit. Part of the event was to create a short video and I was the "subject" since I got malaria in Mali. I think Ash decided to get back at my lack of participation by making me look and sound like a complete douche. So this aired on TBS or something. P.S. She made

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Shauvik is this crazy Indian who lives in St. Louis and will soon have to leave the States to marry a nice Bengali girl on his parent's goat farm. They will be a joint family, yes yes. He also destroys any concept of goodness I have, starting with my childhood. But at least he makes me laugh while he does it. And now I will proceed to destroy the childhood of whoever reads this blog. Here's a

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According to Ashu:1. Shipping2. Airlines3. Trucking (shouldn't this go with shipping? Dumbass)4. Hotels (why? where else am I going to have my clandestine affairs?)5. Real Estate Agents (ok still don't get this one).6. Automobile7. Aeronautical Engineers (I'm sure we can find some use for them)8. Travel Agents9. Space Travel10. Sci-Fi writers (they'll just think of something new to write about,

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I won't provide many details of my second job other than it involves minuscule cubicles and entire sessions of phone calls. It may or may not be a job as a phone sex operator (this is not the reason I'm going to hell).For some reason, the office we work out of attracts canines of all kinds. Last week, one of the newer call-girls (haha I think that would qualify as a pun) was sitting in the corner

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I don't care that you have a huuuuuuge crush on that girl in your Econ 101 class and that you absolutely have to have this utterly insipid conversation with her about how she likes to compare everything to cheese and you try to cover up the banality of your conversational skills by using words you think smart people use, like "quite" and "however" because that is not the way you get into a

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Today I got coffee for my boss because they sweetened her iced tea when she first bought it. Oh and they put too much ice. In her iced tea. So on my way to buy an unsweetened, black, venti, lightly-iced Iced Tea from Starbucks, I grabbed some carrots and hummus and ran onto Otis the Elevator. There I ran into a nice older Haitian man from an office above as I was chewing these delightful

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Courtesy of Jezebel

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Did you notice how I've subtly changed my blog from worthless (but amusing!) content to overtly sexual youtube videos and the occasional comic? I was going to say semi-sexual youtube vids, but they are so not semi. nom nom nom.But alas, the current situation requires me to update you on critical state of Otis the Elevator. No longer can I hide behind other people's witticisms and sexiness to

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By Randall Monroe

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I don't think this video needs any commentary other than "I think I'm in the wrong country right now"

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From ballersingh@...To: Big SisterKaki dede I have guitar hero 2 but no guitar what do i do?Ballin'

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ahh. he looks like my grandfather (minus the beard)! A man after my heart. Also, he can pronounce Pakistan and Iran. He is a Rolo! Black on the outside, brown on the inside. Yum.

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In regular bitter Kdizzle style, I should be bashing Valentine's Day. But, aha! I do not give up on my New Years Resolutions that easily, my dear friends. I'm !bursting! with positivity today, a positivity most likely generated by the overdose of chocolate and sweet tarts and whatever shit people gave me to push me up another damn bra size.Oh loved ones, I need not one day to show my gushy mushy

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GlossaryCTA: n. (see tee ay) Chicago Transit Asswhority fraishus roshis: adj. (fresh uss rowsh iss) A general term for "I am fucking awesome." Entered Singh/Chirrimar lingo circa 1989, with Bindi Singh's declaration that she, in fact, is "fraishus roshis."heavenly chambers: n. pl. (pu see) vaginaejoyful juice: n. (joi full joos) Do you really need a fucking glossary to figure this out?

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Why the the post about Ashu generated more interest than Barack O'Bollywood, I dunno. Makes me think I should get new friends or something ok surriously JUST KIDDING please don't stop reading my blog now. I gave myself a brief hiatus (of 3 days) before posting because it was so warming to the heart to see my desi Barak's face first thing when I loaded my blog. But now we'll move on to life as

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BARACK O'BOLLYWOODमेरा दिलबर बराक ओबामा

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Dear Random Lady Bum on the corner of Adams and State,Don't ever call me a nigger again.Maybe you saw pity in my eyes and it infuriated you to see a colored person have those feelings for you. And maybe I should thank you because you've launched me into a period of introspection that is still continuing*. If I see you again, I will definitely stop and give you some change.Kam*that means trust me,

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Dear Random Harried Lady on the El this Morning:WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SIT NEXT TO ME WHEN THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAR IS EMPTY? WOULD YOU PEE IN A URINAL RIGHT NEXT TO A MAN WHEN THE REST OF THE BATHROOM IS AVAILABLE?Sincerely,K-dizzle.

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me: i'm not really as obsessive as i come off onlineShauvik: like meme: its just funnier than talking aboutmy regular life which is like"hey guess what, i went to the gym todayand i farted while i was on the ellipticalbut no one heard because everyone has ipods"Shauvik: hahahahahanice, i always do the silent but deadly ones.P.S. I didn't change his name ON PURPOSE.

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I'm cold. Do you think it's because its almost FREEZING in Chicago? NO! It's because there are one too many women going through "The Change" in my office , therefore they think it is perfectly reasonable to TURN ON THE FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER in the middle of a Chicago winter (plus this random hippie man with long hair, who has hot sweats daily. And who is probably a woman. And who also reminded

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This guy at work just called me Kim. I've been working there for 4 1/2 months...Also, our staff only has 17 people.

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I woke up today and picked a nice warm spot on the Purple Express, happy to be making it to work relatively on time. Then the crazy man decided that he would sit next to me, sensing some crazy-person kinship, and proceeded to talk crazy-talk while expecting crazy-talk answers, which I half-heartedly gave. Then I did the cool rich-bitch-kid thing and stuck my ipod buds in my ear and looked out the

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A-hole #1 (possibly: family member, older family friend, med student, law student, person with high-powered job with set career path):"So, uhh, what are you doing with your life?"Me (possibly: A-hole #2):"I'm paying my bills fucker." (key word missing is "barely")fraishus roshis bitches

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No, I don't want to:1. be a doctor2. get my masters for some medical-related field since I'm not going to be a doctor (b/c obviously I must have just done shit on my MCATS or something)3. go to law school4. be an ibanker5. or "at least, get married to a doctor"6. Stop selling crack on the sideWhat I really want to do is buy a yacht, declare it as an independent country, sail around the world with

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Now that I've graduated from college, it's time for me to pursue those hipsteresque hobbies that a soul-sucking university curriculum prevented me from engaging in. Like, knitting! Or rediscovering my long-lost love for art through MS Paint. This work is a series of portraits, inspired by Andy Warhol. The entire piece itself is entitled "Ashu, Stop Fucking Making Shit with MS Paint."Ashu, Stop

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So my internal monologue as recorded by my Mali Journal is really not that interesting. But I'm posting it up anyway. And now you all know that tough bitchy girl attitude is totally a front.Feb 2, 2006 omg this place is f-ing crazy I love it. Smells kinda like India – not as pungent though & a different kind of sweat (yeah weird, whatev) On our flight from Paris to Bamako, there was

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As of May 31st, 2007, I have officially surfed six couches (and I don't even know how to swim!), excluding that brief period which could be called subletting or could be called squatting. Whichever you prefer. Today marks the last day of my life as a serial pillow surfer and the first day of my adoption into an Anglo-Saxonish (who knows these days?) family. No more lonely nights reading forgotten

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Bring back the red-blooded bitchOnce women knew how to deliver a good, honest dig, says Julie Burchill, but now great bitching has been replaced by half-hearted hand-wringing and hypocrisy The GuardianJulie BurchillOne of my favourite films ever is The Women, the 1939 comedy by George Cukor. A sparkling cyanide soda-pop of a confection, it is remarkable for two things - the absence of men from

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Posts marked as 9:00 am were probably written at more like, 3am.

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Like a prom queen or a star quarterback's desperate attempts to relive the glory days of high school by getting drunk at underage parties, I've decided to grasp at my memories of Mali through this blog. About the email below: Apparently, I thought it would be utterly hizzalarious to randomly insert nonsensical words, which for some reason all reference food (minus the HONDA - what is up with that

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Obama won the Iowa Caucus and KU won the Orange Bowl tonight. What do they all have in common? Kansas! Because Kansas produces winners like me.

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Again, it seems apropos to commemorate the Great 2008! with a new post. And perhaps this dawn of the rat foreshadows a significant turn from previous years. It is a shrewd animal all about survival (and spreading fatal diseases, but that's another story for another year), whereas the pig is all about sloth, gluttony, rolling around in mud and smoking up some ganja. Ganja whuuut?And so my year

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Seeing as I keep a blog, it seems apropos (haha i always wanted to use that word. Lolz!) to submit a commentary on this felicitously entitled "Year of the Pig" (felicitous since I did give myself 15 pounds of bodily lard for Xmas) followed tomorrow with a post about overly idealistic New Year's resolutions that I will definitely keep. Snort*But I'm not one to sentimentalize. Really 2007 was all

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It's hard to write stories about your life when you were a shut-in the entire weekend.In other news: I am definitely lactose-intolerant.

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Movie by my friend's bro.

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2:31 PM me: man my boss keeps calling me dorothy she thinks its funny seriously Morgan: hahahahaha me: no. Morgan: that's pretty much the funniest name you could ever be called me: its b/c i'm from kansas Morgan: wow

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So after forcing all my friends to read my blog, people actually like it and want me to write more. But shit, I don't perform well under pressure and this is making me kinda sorta anxious, despite avoiding the caffeine that gives me panic attacks (the doctor told me to stay away, but he didn't say I couldn't have Sugaaaaa!) , and I'm being stifled by my own (supposed, perceived, possibly

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I almost set my office on fire by sticking cookies+paper towel in the microwave and promptly forgetting about them. Apparently, gingersnaps are flammable. Who knew?Luckily (*snort* what luck?), the large billows of smoke seeping out of the microwave gave me a small hint that something was wrong.We have yet to tell if there is damage to the microwave. And our lungs. (Hey guys, I have no Workers

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Want to relive your undergrad experience? Here you go - an email I sent while in the midst of writing my last Philosophy paper (yes, I was an idiot and chose the most unpractical ever and if you read this email, you realize that somehow the whole "Logic" part of Philosophy never really rubbed off on me). And sadly, not much has changed since I've entered the work force.Oh, and the topic of the

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The great thing about my job, although I get paid shit, is the fact that it's in the Loop. So I can run around pretending to be baller, handing out my business card (which, despite my shitty salary, is all-paid and printed with raised lettering...niiiiiiiiice) and talking about working in the high-falutin' fancy Chicago Loop. And when I meet someone from undergrad, they think I'm the shit and I

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I clicked the "next blog" link at the top of this page. And it sent me to "Free Gay Porn"

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I thought that 4 cups of milk sounded like a reasonable amount to put into cupcake batter.

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In case your Friday was too normal From MissPoppy.com via gawker site jezebel.comhttp://jezebel.com/gossip/jokes/-331245.php" Protect our troops - from the womb to the war. What if the fetus you were going to abort would grow up to be a soldier bringing democracy to a godless dictatorship?Plastic replica of an 11-12 week old fetus, 3" long, holding a firearm in its precious little hand, with an

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Sometimes you're having one of those days when everything is going wrong and you just want to punch a bunny. So you keep your mouth shut so you don't say something inordinately bitchy, even for yourself. But then there's that one PERSON that is in a way too good fucking mood and they're whistling and shit. That was Jeremy today. And I wanted to smack him. But then he made me laugh.The end.

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Dear nonexistent readers,I am earnestly attempting to make this an actual blog, rather than having it end up being another one of my regularly occurring fleeting fancies. But you see, dear invisible friends, I have no apartment, no money, and two wisdom teeth slicing their way through my gums. So I've been distracted. But look out for future blogs! You will discover that I am 3 things: fobbish,

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You know when you're trying to get to work/class/home and there's this one way that you've always wondered whether it gets you there faster or not? And then comes the day that you're barely making it on time so you jump and take that route, and you end up on the wrong motherfucking bus that goes on the other side of the damn river and you have to walk 6 fucking blocks in the cursed Chicago wind

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I'm so not a fucking morning person.

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