ROUND-UP: OFFICE SUPPLIES

Oh, what's that? 

You hate your job and your life?

You think that nothing could possibly as depressing as the thought of another day trapped in your tiny, gray cubicle under harsh fluorescent lights? 

You think that if you're called into one more goddamned meeting where you sit silently while some windbag drones on just to hear himself talk you're going to jump out of the conference room window screaming "FREE AT LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!"?

Okay, hold it.  It's not that bad. 

Or, maybe it is. I DON'T KNOW YOUR LIFE. 

Regardless, here's a little round-up of fun office stuff that will make life in the old cell block a little more bearable.

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[BITCH-SPIRATION] I Hate Everyone On The Subway

You guys have "inspiration boards" and mood boards," but that ain't my thang. Here at Design Blahg, we've got "Bitch-spiration boards." Here's what I'm bitch-spired by today: I FUCKING HATE EVERYONE ON THE SUBWAY.

If you live in NYC and you're not Mr. Big, you ride the subway. And if you ride the subway with any sort of frequency, you run into a whole hell of a lot of subway douchery.

While "expect the unexpected" is certainly the motto of any NYC commuter, there *is* some shit that you know you can count on (I'm looking at you teenaged hip hop troupe).

So yeah: If you have any aspirations to be a subway douche, here's all the shit you'll need to get started!

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[Round-Up] Urban Picnic

The Fourth of July is upon us, and if you're going to be stuck in the city while people who are richer and prettier than you frolick on beaches and live out their holiday weekend like a Sag Harbor ad, don't resign yourself to some shitty barbeque with charred hot dogs and overcooked burgers.  Don't let yourself believe that the only time you'll spend outside is the few brief moments that you're on your fire escape right before you jump off.     

We've put together a round-up of cool picnic and BBQ accessories (or, acoutrements, if you will) that will help you make your urban picnic so successful that those jerks out in the Hamptons will be green with envy.  Who needs a beach house when you've got a crowded public park swarming with the dregs of society and a collapsible grill?  Am I right?  Am I right? 

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