State of the Meg — May, 2010

So, not to be that guy in your office who talks about the weather and says asinine things like, "woahhhh, can you believe it's May already?!", but, woahhhh, can you believe it's May already?! That's crazy. I feel like just yesterday it was Snowpocalypse and I was stuck in my apartment binge eating packages of pre-cooked sausage and drinking straight from a bottle of Manischewtiz wine I found hidden behind my DVD collection, covered in an inch of dust. Now it's 90-degrees outside and May. That's nuts. Time flies when you're not stuck in a cubicle. And it's May 4th. That means we're 4 days overdue for May's State of the Meg. BLASPHEMY! Thus, I present that State of the Meg to you now.

State of the Meg — May, 2010

- Sweet & Sour Chicken. Why do I do this to myself? I always see Sweet & Sour Chicken on the menu at Mei Wah and think to myself, "Well I like chicken. And I appreciate the east-meets-west juxtaposition of sweet and sour flavors in my mouth at the same time. I should order Sweet & Sour Chicken!" And then I do and it gets here and I see what it looks like and remember that I don't like at all and it ruins my night. Much like this night. It's all fried and you have to add the queer sauce with the peppers and the cherries yourself and feh...if I wanted to cook, I wouldn't have ordered in, now would I? I should have gotten Sliced Pork in Plum Sauce. I regret this decision. So, I guess that's the first order of business.

- FYI: A 2b1b merchandise store is absolutely going to happen in the near-future, so get excited for that! I've already designed the sorr about the bag-bag and two different logos for shirts, hoodies, mugs, et al. Now I just need to find out which online store situation will yield me the most money because that's kind of where my head's at these days. I actually told someone yesterday that I was quote, "hurting for a fiscal squirting." I've never wanted to hop into a Delorean and gun it to 88 so badly in my entire life.

- I had drinks with Billy after work tonight. His leg hair seems to have grown back nicely.

- I made an important life decision that might shock you: I don't want a pug anymore. BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT, HEAR MY REASONING. I still love pugs and would kill a hooker to stare at one in person for five seconds, it's just that they have so many health problems and I really am hurting for a fiscal squirting broke these days. Perhaps getting a dog that's going to have 9 billion health problems over the course of it's life isn't the best decision in the world? Plus, puggies hate the heat. And have you been outside recently? It's like walking around in Joy Behar's bra all day. As much as I want to stab my mom and Ex Co-Blogger Eddie in the eye with a tuning fork every time they lecture me on why getting a pug is a horrible idea, I'm starting to think that perhaps they have a point. I don't want to get a puggy and have him die prematurely due to a heat related illness because I can only afford to take him to the free pug clinic on New York Ave. (Side note: new life goal—open a free pug clinic on New York Ave.)

- Instead, I'm all about getting a Shiba Inu! I actually wanted to get a Shiba Inu way before I ever wanted to get a pug. When I was 14, I had an after school job at a bookstore near my high school and one day a woman came in with a dog that looked like a straight-up fox. Now, as we all know from the embarrassing (yet not embarrassing at all because I dare you to hug him and not fall in love) fact that I sleep curled up with a giant stuffed fox named Jason, I love foxes. So I obviously freaked out about how ungodly adorable this little dog was and the owner told me that he was a Shiba Inu. Years later when Ex Co-Blogger Chris and I lived in Brooklyn, we discovered that one of our neighbors had a Shiba Inu and I was pretty much physically incapable of not peeing my pants and shrieking "AWWW, FOX DOG!!!!!!!!" every time I saw him walking around the 'hood. It then became my dream to get a little Shiba Inu and name him Steve The Fox Dog. This dream was put on hold, however, when I decided that I wanted to get Ichabod the Rasta Pug instead. But when you think about it, Steve The Fox Dog would probably be much more conducive to living in a warm city with a broke-ass ho for an owner than a pug, right? So, new goal: July 2010. Steve The Fox Dog and Meghan McBlogger. Ghetto Superstars. Coming to a district near you.

- Something embarrassing happened to me Saturday night. Well, that's obviously a lie—many
embarrassing things happened to me Saturday night, but three things happened that are specifically worth noting:

1.) Before going to Anna & Talia's party, I cut my shin shaving in the shower (alliterations!) and it would not clot for the life of me. Seriously. Like, I've gotten little nicks on my legs that have taken a while to clot before, but this was on a whole other level. This was some Romanov shit right there. It bled when I was in the shower, through doing my make-up, through doing my hair, through getting dressed, through pregaming, through the metro ride from Dupont to Grosvenor, through the cab ride to Anna and Talia's house and probably like five minutes into the party. I mean, what the fuck is that? It was a tiny-ass cut. But it was bleeding profusely. And because it was bleeding profusely, I had to carry my quote, "blood rag" on the metro to occasionally dab with so blood wouldn't trickle down my leg and make me look like a 12-year-old girl getting her period for the first time.

As I was standing on the metro chatting with Ex Co-Blogger Chris and Alex and trying not to lose consciousness, an attractive guy wearing an ironic neon 90's hat got on with his bike and stood in front of me. A few minutes into the ride, I glanced down and noticed that a significant amount of blood had accumulated on my shin and it was time to give it a good old-fashioned dab with my blood rag. However, I didn't really want Irono-90's Guy to see this going down, so I did an oh-so-suave little, DOO-BEE-DOO-BEE-DOO, don't mind me! whistle and kicked my right leg over my left so I could discreetly bend down and dab it. Unfortunately, not being an oh-so-suave person to begin with, I blatantly kicked the guy's bike and drew way more attention to myself than I would have had I just bent down and dabbed it like a normal person. It also didn't help that after this happened, I loudly moaned, "GOD DAMNIT! I HATE BEING ME! ALL DAY. EVERY DAY." Sigh.

2.) This isn't really so much an embarrassing moment as it is an embarrassing observation. The drink of choice at Saturday night's party was gin bucket. A gin bucket is pretty much exactly what it sounds like—a giant bucket full of gin, various fruits and ice that you shoot into your mouth (or have shot into your mouth) via turkey baster.
...My jaw muscles still honest-to-god hurt from holding my mouth open to have gin bucket squirted down my throat. I don't know if that's a reflection of how much I drank or how out of shape my jaw muscles are, but I do know that I'm embarrassed for myself. This embarrassment is second only to when you give head for the first time after not hooking up for a while and your entire neck and jaw muscles kill for like a week afterward. Yes? No? Just me? Blokay, sitting back down. And then getting right back up to go to the gym. Or give more head. Probably neither, if I'm being honest.

3.) When Chris, Alex and I got back to the metro to head home, we were hot, sweaty, tired and covered in gin bucket. When we boarded the train, however, Alex realized that we were on a ghost car (meaning we were the only ones in the compartment) and proceeded to shoot awake, freak out in excitement, race up and down the aisle, provocatively swing from pole to pole and shout, "GHOST CAR!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. I've never seen someone go from near pass-out to 5-year-old-realizing-there's-a-pony-at-his-party-style excited that fast in my entire life. Alex later said of the ghost car, "I don't think I've been that happy in months." And his excitement was contagious! From Grosvenor to Bethesda, the three of us just ran around that car like jackasses, swinging from poles, taking lewd pictures, and shouting, "GHOST CAR!!!!" over and over again. Unfortunately this only lasted a few stops, as a bunch of people got on at Bethesda and we had to sit down in our seats and act like normal human beings again.

However, a bunch of people got off a few stops later at Van Ness and for a second there, I thought we were back in the Ghost Car. I was so excited that I audibly gasped at the thought. Giggling, with eyes as big as saucers and the cheesiest fucking grin on my face, I whipped my head around to see if we were the only people on the train and was instead met eye-to-eye with a drunk girl sitting behind me, tears streaming down her face. No two people have ever looked more directly into each other's eyes in the history of the world. And if you paused that moment, it would seem like I had whipped my head around to look and laugh at this poor girl crying her face off on the metro at 2 o'clock in the morning. But I wasn't! I just thought we were in the Ghost Car again, but how could I explain that to her?

Our eyes still locked, the smile on my face vanished and I awkwardly was like, "GHO—G-G-GHOST...NOPE, NOT A GHOST CAR. SORRY!" turned back around and slumped down into my seat. I started talking to Alex to take the embarrassment edge off and while I was talking to him, he reached down and grabbed my knee like, "dude, check out the girl behind you," which in turn made me laugh, because of the absurdity of what just happened. Which made him laugh. Which made me laugh even more. BUT WE COULDN'T LAUGH because that poor thing was like, curled up in a little ball hysterically crying and it was like the 9/11 mini-flag situation all over again. Because who am I to laugh at her? Crying in public, much like vomiting in public or losing your cell phone, is the great equalizer: we've all done it drunk and have been retrospectively embarrassed by it the next morning. Like I haven't been escorted out of a bar crying to the point where I can't catch my breath about something that the next morning, if not about poached eggs, is of little-to-no importance to me. It happens. And I honestly wasn't laughing at her or her misfortune. I was just SO DAMN EXCITED ABOUT THE GHOST TRAIN! GHOST TRAIN!!!!!!11

- I grossly have to clean my apartment and do laundry. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

- I really like my job, which although not funny, I feel is worth mentioning.

- Speaking of jobs, I have a phone date with Helena's maybe future employer tomorrow because she put me down as a reference. I recently decided that I'm going to tell them that she founded her own white supremacy group and has a nasty little meth habit. Why? Just as a goof.

- And speaking of Helena! I know this is old news by now, but we watched Precious: Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire together the other day before work and that shit is FUCKED UP. Like fucked up in the way that we couldn't hug each other goodbye afterward because it was too much physical contact too soon, fucked up. Shudder, shudder. Never again.

- I need summer clothes. And shoes. And Steve The Fox Dog. Hurting 4 Fiscal Squirting '10. Here we are again.

- The guy in my building who's always an asshole made polite small-talk with me the other day in the elevator and even made a joke! BAHAHA! BOOM! It only took 14 months, but I knew I'd break him down like a racial barrier. Meghan McBlogger: like a drug that's not immediately addictive.

- Hmmm...yeah. That's all I got for you. Slow month.

State of the Meg: sore and sour.


Angie said...

My friend is not only obsessed with Shiba inus (I was just talking about his actually...spooky) but actually has one. Let me tell you, they are hyperactive dogs that can take years to train. You may need to go back to the drawing board again. (ps, google "Savannah cat" that's what I want!)

Claire said...

"No two people have ever looked more directly into each other's eyes in the history of the world."

Dear Meghan McBlogger,

Never leave me.

Cordially yours,
Claire Willett

Anonymous said...

Ghost car!! Love it.

Brooke said...

I just want you to know that while pugs do have some health problems, but they are also the greatest dogs ever. I have two, and they haven't cost me more than any other dog would (mostly routine maintenance) and they are hysterical little things. They also do very well in apartments because they don't need much exercise. Which also means they don't require long walks, so you don't have to take them out often in the summertime when it's hot. So, you should go back to wanting a pug.

Anonymous said...

Watch the movie Hachiko...cutest Shiba Inu ever! heads up: don't watch it alone though - it's a sad one

I have also had a similar Metro ghost car situation...except when I looked around there wasn't a crying girl behind me, there was a creepy creepy drunk man trying to touch my feet

Sarah said...

I'm proud of you for your willingness to share oral sex details with your parents, who you've said read your blog.

It's the oral sex references that keep me from telling my mother I even have a blog.


Stacearoo said...

I cannot explain how happy I am that your friend know and celebrate Gin Buckets. There is nothing like the rush of getting drunk from a bucket and baster. And just so you know, you guys get me through each and every work day in my cube. Thanks again!

Anna said...

Two things:

- Obviously "Hurting for a Fiscal Squirting" needs to become part of the merchandise!

- The giggle loop: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iKjkPgVQcE

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Anonymous said...

Its scary how familiar Gin Bucket looked to me, minus the turkey basters - which I must say, genius move. Our college punch bucket of choice was typically made in a trash can... a clean one... and consisted of a 30 rack of usually Keystone (Light - gotta cut calories where you can ladies), a handle of vodka, Sprite and a canister of Country Time lemonade. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious.

Becky said...

Whatever kind of dog you get, PLEASE, PLEASE adopt a dog instead of going to a breeder. A lot of people who want specific breeds go to breeders, but the dogs there often aren't treated very well, plus there are hundreds of abandoned dogs put to sleep every day because they have nobody to love them. But you can get specific breeds from the pound, or the Humane Society, or even breed-specific rescue groups. Just a quick google search turned up a national Shiba Inu rescue organization (http://national.shibarescue.org/listings/) and a Pug rescue group (http://www.midatlanticpugrescue.org/).. and there are tons more. I adopted my dog from Petfinder.com and you can search for specific breeds on there too.

Unknown said...

baaahahahaha, there are so many things i want to make my gchat status from this post. mostly hurting for a fiscal squirting. and like i previously stated, i love my new I <3 DC tee a LOT. i will be repping DC in korea with that shirt AND a sorr bout the bag bag. it may just be my teaching tote. and the first english words those lil korean babies will learn will be- sorr bout the bag. DC4LYFE!

The Kuh said...

I agree that Precious: Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire was quite possibly the most disturbing 2 hours of my life. And I made the very bad mistake of watching it alone. *shudder*

Hails said...

I feel like everyone has their own version of "gin bucket."
Mine was "Fost Juice", which was a portable cooler full of Everclear and every juice in the world (mostly V8 Splash, how delicious) and a dude named Foster created it.

Oh memories.

Anonymous said...

That romanov reference was fucking CLUTCH. Love, love, love.

kevin said...

Get a pug, you will be disappointed for the rest of your life if you don't. They really don't have too many health problems, just snort, fart and burp all the time..with the occasional sneeze in your face. Think your mom wanted to return you everytime you sweated or had a health problem?"

Ashley said...

So weird. I just watched Precious last night and I just want my eyeballs sanitized now. Like Jessica, I watched it alone. I swear there should be a warning on the box that reads "WARNING: SOME VIEWERS MAY NEED A MOVIE BUDDY AND A STIFF DRINK WHILE VIEWING."

Kevin said...

Look at this face, then try saying you don't want a pug again...http://www.hallora.com/index.php?showimage=891 and she makes appearances close to ny ave quite often.

Bee said...

I know some other people mentioned it too, but please consider adopting a dog from a shelter before going to a breeder. Sometimes at work I find myself looking at dogs up for adoption and then hysterically crying because it says in how many days they will be put to sleep. Because of your post I just did this now too( no crying yet tho)!! I would totally mail you a cashiers check to help out with the adoption!!

Anonymous said...

Oh my god who invited the self-righteous animal lovers to overtake this comment string? Yes adoption is ideal but good lord people! Preachy much? Also, lbh, Meg is totally not going to get a dog anytime soon.

Law said...

A present to you Meg


Anonymous said...

Can we please talk about your use of the word queer? Offensive.

7 said...

Just go with the General Tso's Chicken, you can't go wrong.

emily said...

for some reason i read "chin" where you had typed "shin" and was SO awfully confused. and worried, and then confused again. and then i re-read it and was relieved :)

Cass said...

Two things:

When you said "I cut my shin shaving in the shower", for a hot second, I read that you "cut your CHIN" and it totally changed the way I read that entire paragraph.

Also, my really good friend has a Shiba and they are the most high maintience dogs EVER. Not as many health problems as pugs, but very hard to train. She loves her dog, and he is SUPER cute, but you have to be very devoted and ready to put in a LOT of time training them:) Very hyper, very smart, VERY opinionated! Good luck:)

austin said...

Can I say this about Shiba Inus? Although really awesome to look at from the front, do their tails really have to curl up like that? Tails hang down for a reason, and that reason, Meg, is the butthole. It's like, "On the 4th day, God created beasts to roam the earth...but later that afternoon, he made the Shiba Inu's butthole completely noticeable." I have to say that I'm not entirely okay with this. Sorry I'm not sorry.

Wiggs (The Beholder) said...

Shibas are wonderful! Though they shed a lot. My wedding photographer has two and they're adorable and sweet, and pretty mellow which is nice if you've never owned your own dog before. Here are some amazing photos for you to drool over. http://yvonne-wong.com/blog/category/shiba-inu/

GREAT post. I'm laaaaughing and laaaaughing.

NotablyNeurotic said...

Do you laugh out loud while you type your entries? We LOL while we read them, I can't imagine you don't LOL over your own hilarious life!

I would totally buy a cd of you reading your blog entries. Much in the same way I'd buy a cd of Morgan Freeman reading well, anything.

Warren said...

Two things:

1. As a big ole QUEER who reads your blog daily, I am in no way offended by and in fact find enjoyment in your creative and inventive ways of working queer into your posts. Keep it queer.

2. As a big ole QUEER who owns two Shiba Inus, just make sure you know they can be ginormous bitches and difficult to train. That being said, Pat Robertson himself would offer me a blowjob to lay just a pinky finger on my adorable dogs.

Molly P said...


Liz said...

Are you surrrre you don't want one of these?


W said...

Molly were you seriously too lazy to write ANYTHING about our getbasted idea/strategy? you've let me down... again.

Kerri said...

Instead of studying for finals, I decided to procrastinate by reading some "Texts From Last Night" and this one reminded me of you, Meg:


The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

Anonymous said...

Please, please, please do not get a dog until you are more financially stable.

Chase said...

I have a Shiba Inu (I got her 6 years ago!) and LOVE her. Best personality ever. Never barks! Super sweet. You'll love him.

Anonymous said...

May the fourth be with you.

Anonymous said...

"Please, please, please do not get a dog until you are more financially stable."


Let's take the Judgmental Jacket off, people. As much as we like to think we know Meg, you don't know anything about her financial situation besides what she chooses to share with you on her blog. Plus, she said July 2010, and by then we'll obviously have given her a nice financial squirting with all of the 2b1b merch money (now isn't that an awesome mental picture).

And to the person who is offended by the use of the word "queer," it's an adjective--google that shit.

Lia said...


Sorry about yelling, I am just that excited.

Suzanne said...

Meg!!! I spent two years of my adult life working part time at this book store you speak of. I suffered a tremendous amount of abuse,but I secretly loved every minute of it. Could you please blog about the store!!! Caroline told me the other day that you worked there. You will make my life.

2b1b: The sardonic voice of 20-somethings everywhere, Monday through Friday. said...

SUZANNE! No way. Sharon scares the shit out of me and I think you know why.


Miglet said...

Also want a Sorr About the Bag bag.

Caitlin said...


The Disillusionists said...

FACT: I name drop Nikolai Romanov/the world's most famous hemophiliac, to an alarming degree to deadpan faces and crickets. I gasped and slowclapped upon reading that. ALSO, I have Ghostcar envy. -Sarah

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