All day I’ve been giving myself pep talks about cleaning the kitchen floors. They need to be cleaned. Someone is staying here next week and I want to create a sparkling clean lie for them. I bought a brush, I bought new albums to play whilst scrubbing, I summoned the Cinderella and Annie cleaning-related fantasies of my childhood (side note: little girls are weird.) Then I went hiking, took a nap, read a few chapters of the terrible book I’m reading, watched a movie, ordered pizza, texted every girlfriend I have to see if anyone wanted to get a drink. Only heard back from one and she was at a baseball game so I played Tetris online for a while and felt [mildly] sorry for myself. Now it’s 10 o’clock on Saturday night and the kitchen floors, they need to be cleaned. So I’m going to clean them. Ugh. Fine. FINE.
it reads better than it lives
(On why he let Willow cut all of her hair off)
Read more: Will Smith On Allowing Willow To Cut Her Hair: ‘She Has Got To Have Command Of Her Body’ | Necole Bitchie.com (via liquidiousfleshbag)
See also: No Forced Kisses for Your Kids
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Goddamn, I love Will Smith.
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I impulsively bought tickets to an outdoor movie without checking my calendar, because getting drunk watching Twilight under the night sky with crowds of other women on picnic blankets surely all doing the same thing sounded too fun to miss. Right after I clicked Complete Purchase I realized I’m pretty solidly committed to a birthday party on a boat that night. For a second I was grumpy but then I thought about how fun my life is right now, so much more fun even than the life I imagined (which varied between slutty/lonely in Europe or tons of babies depending on my age/time of the month) and now I just feel lucky that one Saturday night has two delightful options. I mean, I shouldn’t have spent the money, but don’t talk about that, you’ll ruin the moment.
I can only think of one reason why I should go
but I should go
(Downloading Good Old War as soon as I get home.)
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Am currently imagining this bathing suit with my Rosemary’s Baby hair cut. Funny how easy it is to forget razor-burned knees and ghost-white thighs and just imagine that it will look perfect, of course, here’s my credit card.
Also, blah blah would it kill them to show her in flip flops with greasy sunblock skin blah blah curse curse.
Saw these on Cup of Jo this morning. That specific kind of summer I’m craving definitely involves a poolside lion.
In other news, today I have a huge zit, blisters from shoes I rarely wear, headband woes, and general malaise. I am limping towards people as they notice my zit. In an office building, while it is 75 degrees and perfect outside. Siiiigh.
Jealous.
weekend evenings
Friday
-two beers, one sidecar, two glasses of wine
-fried zucchini, calamari, quesadilla
-“I can tell you’re a dancer!” laughed so hard, definitely stroked her hair, definitely danced with her to prove her wrong
-cats!
Saturday
-old friends + cool jackets
-cream soda + truffle burger
-sleepy texting
-fell asleep watching Daria with shoes on, phone in hand (aww)
Sunday
-cereal for dinner
-Mad Men + Bob’s Burgers
- hold up, just imagined some kind of fan video mash up with Sally Draper and the mom from Bob’s Burgers. That can’t be just me. That would please everyone, right?
And now I’m getting off the internet and doing actual work. I am.
I AM.
Maybe.
“You’re on a journey of self-discovery.”
My friend M after we talked about a lot of stuff including the day I took a Xanax I found in the back of a desk drawer at work. She said it with such a straight face.
