Is It Me Or Has Television Gotten Completely Obnoxious?

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  Most of us have probably become used to a certain level of sensory overload by now. Especially if you live in a city as overwhelming as New York. Here, nary a cab passes by without a brightly flashing sign or a block is walked through without four people trying to hand you a flyer for a local business. We’re bombarded every minute of the day by things which scream at us to look in their direction; Facebook alerts, Instagram likes, billboards, blaring car stereos, the smell of freshly risen Read More…

Slackers Inc.

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Believe it or not, I’m an extremely popular woman these days. I have five, count em, FIVE weddings to go to this spring/summer and one bachelorette party. I skipped the two bridal showers I was invited to because they’re against my general policy and with all of this other activity, had I not, I would have been sleeping in my car. And I don’t even have a car. So how much would that have sucked? Aside from the workout these engagements are giving my wallet, where I’m really feeling the Read More…

I Hate StubHub

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If you’re not comfortable with foul language I’m going to give you an opportunity to bow out of this article like right now because there are few things in this world that inspire the kind of rage I feel after being intercepted when trying to buy tickets to damn near ANYTHING these days by blood sucking, bottom feeding, party-pooping, parade-raining, motherfucking StubHub! So there may be more than my usual peppering of obscenities in this post, but can you blame me? We’re talking about an organization who consistently delivers a level of heartache Read More…

Somebunny Special

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We don’t have many keepsakes in my family. I’ve never really been handed down anything. Well my stepmother, Joanne, did give me her pearls which I love and if I ever have a daughter I’ll probably give her the diamond necklace my father gave me on my thirtieth birthday but as far as mementos go, the Rheels aren’t exactly the most sentimental people. Save for this one thing. Our chocolate Easter bunny. Nineteen years ago my mom gave it to either me or my brother as an Easter present. How it Read More…

Me Vs. My Fire Alarm

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Have you ever been so lazy that the steps you take to avoid doing something end up requiring more energy than had you just fixed the problem in the first place? Welcome to the Mexican stand off between me and my fire alarm. Am I allowed to say “Mexican” these days? I don’t know what’s racist anymore. But ANYWAY it all started about two weeks ago when I was watching TV, minding my own business, and a chirping noise much like the kind you would imagine a winged creature from the jurassic Read More…

Slackers Inc.

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Because slacking off can be hard work. Let me do it for you. I’m not sure I could have found a more appropriate image to depict what I’ve looked like over the past month than this hippo sadly watching all of his life’s goals and dreams escape him. Actually, scratch that. If this hippo were laying upside down off a shredded Ikea couch watching his sixteenth episode in a row of House Of Cards and not understanding a damn minute of it, then we’d have a bingo. But this is Read More…

Under Pressure: The Perks And Pitfalls

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I once went on a job interview for a production gig that I wanted very badly. Everything was going great until the interviewer asked me if I worked well under pressure. “Oh, definitely.” I began. “I thrive under pressure. In fact, from working behind extremely busy bars for so long, being under pressure is where I’m most comfortable. I mean, I know I’m not here for a bar job, so, I’m not sure why I brought that up exactly, but I assume the level of pressure is around the same. Read More…

Valentine’s Day

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One time on Valentine’s Day, I got my girly on, and wore an adorable little skirt, and a pink and white striped sweater, with a fake fur jacket, and got my hair and nails all did, and was super excited to go out to a fancy dinner. I had no idea where we were headed but Jeff’s “I got this” face was enough to make me all bouncy in the cab on the way. He took me to Peter Luger’s. Possibly one of the best steak houses in the country, but it was Read More…

The Rheel Daze Is On Hiatus

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Right about now (that being 9:38 in the morning) on the day a post is due, I usually find myself scrambling to type as furiously as I can in an effort to deliver it on time. In today’s case it would have been a Weekly Bitch. On Fridays it’s either a Snippet or a Slackers. Mondays I try to do lengthier entries that I’ve taken a significant amount of time to construct. Recently though, I’m finding more and more, that I’m not happy with what I’m putting out. Being a Read More…

I’m Breaking Up With Food

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Lately it seems as though this blog has become one long Addicts Anonymous meeting, whether it be Chapstickers Anonymous (which actually exists btw) or Gossip Guzzlers Anonymous or the constant mentions of my Diet Coke habit. Jesus, when I see it all written out like that I’m amazed I can still hold a job or pay my rent. (Well…I could hold a job, if I had one that is.) All of those things are in good fun though. However, there’s one particularly nasty relationship that I’ve had for as long as Read More…