Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Everybody I know is trying to get in shape or lose weight. My friends and I have been talking about execerising for the past 4 months now, without significant results. We tried walking in the mornings, but it didn't work out. We tries walking/jogging in the evenings, but it got too tiring. We even tried playing tennis on the weekends, but the weather wouldn't cooperate. We started swimming on a pretty regular basis for a couple of weeks. We checked out this free indoor pool down the street that had open laps every week night. Swimming just isn't my sport. I used to really enjoy it as an exercise, but now its just not fun anymore. What happened to you swimming? You totally sold out!
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 11:00 PM

Friday, March 19, 2004

Thank Jebus Bush finished his ranting and raving about the state of terrorism in the world. We're all so greatful that he finally caught the tyrranical Saddam. I'm sure he was plotting his next evil scheme out of his cubby hole in the desert.
At least CBS got to the show the second half the price is right. The world seems like such a happier place when a good looking person wins the final showcase showdown. It's so much better to see a hot guy or a woman with huge breasteses frolicing around their brand new car.
I love sik days
yippee.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 11:44 AM

Ahhhh! I'm pissed man. Why is stupid Bush on everytime I want to watch the Price is Right?? Where are our values at??
dang, this sucks.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 8:16 AM

Thursday, March 18, 2004

I feel like total shit right now. I can't believe I actually have a cold! I never get sick :(. I wish i could call in sick tomorrow, but I always feel like I have to make up an elaborate excuse about why I'm missing work, even though I do have like 8 paid sick days acrrued. If only my stupid conscience didn't act up all the freaking time. Oh well, if I still feel like this tomorrow morning I probably will call in. I dont really care what my boss thinks, that's what sick days are for, right??
I wish my boyfriend was here right now to take care of me (i'm just writing that, because I know he reads everything I write each night :P).
Today at work I had to walk around ritzy neighborhoods and pass out flyers to edumacte people about our shelter and possibly raise some money. It would have been too bad, but it was really fucking cold for the end of March, and it ended up taking 3.5 hours. At least it was good exercise. To make up for his poor planning, my boss took us out to lunch afterwards. I never eat lunch, but I was persuaded. We went to a ghetto looking salvadorian restaurant called el Pollo Deli. what a great name, eh?? Anyway, I got the only vegaterian thing they had on the menu and it was fucking delicious! It was lunch and dinner...I might have to start eating lunch every once in a while. Why is it that the crappiest looking places are always the best?
Anyway, now im listening to Israeli radio and there's a hip hop show on. It's the funniest thing ever. First they had a rap battle between two israeli rappers, and they kept cussing each other out in English, which was very funny. Now they're playing a lot of great American hip hop, and they don't have to censor out the bad words. fucking fabulous. finally im in the company of someone who uses the word fuck more often than me.

~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 3:36 PM

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

wazzup?! happy saint patrick's day to all you whities out there. just kidding, im white too. You know how everybody has a band they listen to that just puts them in a good mood? well that's how I feel about the fabulous Les Savy Fav who are quite possibly the best band ever! they're also really cool to see live, because the lead singer will tie himself up in the microphone cord and hang from the support beams and lighting fixtures. Last time I saw them, he has wearing these nasty sweat pants, and his gut was all hanging out, and his wife beater had food stains all over it. it was dope! Of course, I was really drunk too, the cheap beer may have clouded my judgement.
Today was one of those frustrating days at work. Our adminstrative director resigned a couple of weeks ago, and they still havent hired anyone to replace him. Its really frustrating, because the place I work at has the most antiquated business system ever. Everything has to go through about 4 thousand hands before it can be submitted to the president. It's not like we're a million dollar corporation for fuck sake, we're a homeless shelter. I guess urgency isn't really an issue for the homeless population. I dont know. Anyway, my boss makes matters worse because he expects me to be able to read his mind. Here's what a convesation between us might sound like...imagine me sitting next to my computer in my half the offfice playing Yahoo! pool:
boss: the 24th
me: yah?
Boss: March 24th. thats exactly a week over St. Patricks day.
me: yeah, and?
Boss: You will have to walk around neighborhoods that day and drop off literature.
me: D'oh!
boss: Are you stupid?
me: no, are you?
boss: No, i have a bachelore's degree in English.
++++
the one cool thing I will say for him though, is that: A. he's got the same name as one of final american idol contestants. and B. when I first started working for him, despite owning a flashy condo in the burbs, he had a baby momma who was living in the city deep in the ghetto. Now she's being evicted though and they're moving in together to the burbs and he bought an SUV. he's completely lost his game.

'aight, that's enough bitching for one night.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 5:40 PM

Monday, March 15, 2004

I thought I was having a really crappy day today, because I woke up with an upset stomache feeling dead tired. Then I got to the office, and was patronized by my boss as usual. But then in the afternoon, I had to go to a "business" meeting at Baja Fresh on K Street. I didn't really expect much, but suddenly I looked up and James Carville was standing right infront of me eating a burrito ultimo. He was eating by himself, so I decided I had to talk to him, it kinda went like this:
me: yo, big ups son!
james: sup
me: say hello to all my bitches up on capitol hizill
james: bitches ain't shit, but ho's and tricks
me: dang, you smell. bye bitch
It seemed weird that some a highly regarded figure in politics would be eating by himself at a fastfood restaurant owned by Wendy's. Apparently, James' BO is notorious..plus, I can't say much for his table ettiquete.
That was the highlight of my day. I went back to the office and read about the discovery of this new star, Sedna. Can someone please tell me what the fuck those scientists at NASA are being paid for that this is the first planet discovered since 1930!! shit, back in those days they were still use seeing eye glasses to explore the sky. you'd think with all the money we've invested in space technology and travel we would be finding new planets every day, let alone in our own solar system.
I guess my day wasn't so horrible afterwards. When I got home I discovered my landlord installed a brand spankin' new refrigerator in my apartment. yippee, finally my ice cream won't melt all over the freezer and separate. I feel like kind of a chump, because the note they left me said the fridge wasn't working at all. duhh, how long do you think it would have taken me to figure that one out? I thought there was something wrong with me, because my veggies kept going bad.
I also noticed a bite taken out of my cheese. d'oh!
adios putas, I gotta watch el simpsons now.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 2:48 PM

Sunday, March 14, 2004

yo! i drafted my annual fantasy baseball today. According to my expert projections, and based on the number of chumps in my league, I should finish in the top 3. Here is my roster:
C V. Martínez (Cle - C)
1B A. Pujols (StL - 1B,LF)
2B M. Giles (Atl - 2B)
3B E. Chávez (Oak - 3B)
SS R. Furcal (Atl - SS)
OF A. Jones (Atl - CF)
OF R. Baldelli (TB - CF)
OF A. Dunn (Cin - 1B,LF)
Util M. Cabrera (Fla - 3B,LF)
Util A. Kearns (Cin - CF,RF)
BN G. Jenkins (Mil - LF)
BN L. Matos (Bal - CF)
BN R. Klesko (SD - 1B)
BN M. Cameron (NYM - CF)
BN A. Béltre (LA - 3B)

Pitching:
J. Santana (Min - SP,RP)
SP K. Millwood (Phi - SP)
RP M. Rivera (NYY - RP)
RP F. Rodney (Det - RP)
P R. Wolf (Phi - SP)
P G. Maddux (ChC - SP)
P B. Wickman (Cle - RP)
BN B. Kim (Bos - SP,RP)
BN J. Lieber (NYY - SP)



Any comments/feedback would be greatly appreciated, and later ignored!
I also baked an awesome Italian bread from scratch today, which turned out fabulous! click here.
That's all for today. Sundays are my lazy days.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 3:17 PM

Friday, March 12, 2004

So as of today I am still determined to see my blog listed under the recently published blog list on blogger.com ! I'm starting to get a little frustrated, because I cheked out one of the illustriouses blogs on that grand list, and it hadn't been updated since Feb, 2004! What's up with the bullshit? I sit here, working my ass off, clicking republish every 30 seconds or so, and this chump gets his name on the list. boo!
Actually, I have more a life than that...but not much more! luckily, there's work and very annoying boss to keep me in check.
It's so nice to actually be able to use the word shit and fuck liberally on this site. I've really gotten in the habit of holding back in chatrooms and stuff. People take that shit too seriously. There was even a story on the local news about a class being taught on how to stop using "bad" words. I was just sitting there thinking, man..that shit's whack! Some day I'd like to teach a class on how to remove all religiously based idioms from every day language. It sucks, at this rate im definitely going to H-E-double Hockey stix.
save me jebus!
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 9:42 AM

Thursday, March 11, 2004

According to the latest Teen People magazine, Mary-Kate and Ashley have decided to attend NYU together next fall. Can i just say, this makes me the happiest girl on earth?? Its obvious they chose that school because they were hoping to run into me on campus and go shopping together. You can read their latest diary entry in Teen People. This month, they were freaking out about prom and what to wear or not to wear. It must be really tough for MK and A (that's what I like to call them), with personal stylists and all throwing designer dresses their way, how's a girl supposed to make the right decision??
Their dillema brought back very few sober memories of my senior prom. I really struggled a lot with finding the right outfit, unfortunately girls at my highschool weren't allowed in wearing pants, because the adminstrators at our school were freaking sexists. I didn't see what difference it made, since our prom was held at a local car dealership. I told them I wanted to be dressed appropriately for the ocassion, in case I found a car I wanted to test drive. In fact, I probably should have worn a tool belt on top of my dress just to make a point, and carried in a car battery in my handbag. that kinda shit don't fly in the 2-1-7 area code.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 6:45 PM

Here is a good story I found on the Leite's Culinaria site about bundt cakes. It's pretty well written, and gives good insite into the brain of a foodie!
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 4:30 PM

I had an extremely boring day at work today. my boss always gives me these lame assignments to do, which a 4 year old could probably accomplish and he expects them to keep me occupied for days. Im not really sure how many times I can re-check my data entries and make sure they're accurate. Then of course on those days when I actually am busy doing data entry work which is time consuming, he sends me these super complicated assignments an hour before they're due. He's an asshole needless to say. Not a day has gone by at this job that I didn't want to just get up and quit and tell him how much he sucks. But unforuntantely, I need the money and the health insurance...if only we believed in communism!
Anyway, if anyone is actually reading this and is interested in the work I do, check out it out. I didn't help come up with the name. Im the only Jew working there.
On top of being a jerk, my boss is also a total meathead. Unfortunately, we have to share a tiny office together so I get to hear all his dumb ass sports conversations and see instant replays of his sports injuries. It's kind of a funny to see a grown man rolling on the office floor trying to catch a pop-up fly, and then running into the file cabinet. Like most meatheads, he's totally obssesed with his college days. Pretty pathetic for a 41 year old guy to still talk about his college buddies...I'm not sure whether he's still really that proud of getting a BA, or he's just stuck in that college mentality. sad, either way. Today one of his college buddies came to visit us in the office and brought his son with him. Naturally, they were dressed like they just got back from the country club. Anyway, this guy named his son Mac! who gives their kid a name like that?? You'd have to be a total jock. With a name like that he's pretty much paved this kid's path for life. He's a jock now, and he's going to grow up to be a business man or lawyer, live in a suburbs and get at least 2 divorces. It kind of reminds me of the Seinfeld skit where Jerry talks discusses how all butlers are named Jeeves. This all sounds pretty bitter, I know...but the moral of the story is don't name your kid Mac. Sure, it's easy to say, but it's not worth it.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 4:15 PM

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Im going to keep clicking the republish button until I see my site on the main blogger site. wish me luck.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 4:01 PM

So, im looking for inspiration for this completely inane blog. Browsing through all the recently published blogs on the main site, and looking at the blogs of note on the bottoms of the screen. I don't understand why all these blogs have to be so serious! Leave all your pretensions behind, because this site is going to be about absolutely nothing. You could argue that only people who are truly fortunate can sit around and think about nothing...that might be true, very deep indeed, but too serious for me! Instead, i'd rather talk about my favorite moviePootie Tang and, who is the genius that named a porn site after this cinematic masterpiece?!
Now, go think about the death penalty and gay marriages while I prepare dinner for my boyfriend (like a good biatch :P).
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 3:52 PM

I was searching for some DJ prince paul, the reigning prince of hip hop sites today and found a site for Prince Paul of Romania. Since Romania is my side of da hood, I figure I would check out that shiznit, plus I figured he ain't got shit compared to the good ol' American Prince Pizaul. Prince Paul of Romania can definitely hang with dis, check out what i found on his site: HRH Prince Paul of Romania is da son of HRH Prince Carol Mircea Grigore of Romania, who's da first born of HM King Carol II of Romania from tha dude's first marriage, wit Princess Ioana Valentina Lambrino, fact also confirmed by da process of succession, 47 years ago." .. this guy's a real hard ass.
~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 6:41 AM

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

wazzzzup?! welcome to Chez Mizzy fo shizzle! You best read this site the way it was meant to be read using the mad chill Shizzolator . This site is a selfish, self-promotion of all my favorite links, music, movies, and recipes. This is also a quasi shrine to Mary-kate and Ashley Olsen, the best dressed twins in America. In case you were searching for the quasi shrine to tomatoes, and accidentely stumbled upon this page the tomato site does exist. If you're really bored though, you can kill some time looking at other people's pets (ewwwww!)

~Prince Paul of Romania~ at 4:15 PM