May 2012
19 posts
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...
“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you...”
– (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
(via librariesandlemonade)
Goddamn, I love Will Smith.
(via...
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...
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)
...
just want to save this →
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.
1. I love love love this podcast, Throwing Shade. Insert so much gushing right here. I’m listening to them in bits and pieces - not by choice, because of work - and I’m actually glad because I get to savor them.
2. I started reading a new book on Sunday and enjoyed it so much. Today is cloudy and I want to be at home reading. In the chair under the window. Pajamas. Maybe some...
April 2012
23 posts
WatchJust heard about Perfume Genius (here, actually) and am now listening to “Hood” on repeat. I wish I grew up the second I first held you in my arms. Oof.
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World...”
– Neil Gaiman (via rookiemag)
Sometimes I get irritated with Pandora when it plays a song that I’ve marked with a thumbs up. Because, like, oh, you think you know me, Pandora? You’re pretty pleased with yourself right now aren’t you? You think I’m reeeeally enjoying this.
Then I remember I’m a human and it’s just a program, doing what I told it to do. My alive time is limited; I should...
It’s 8:30 in the morning. I’ve been at work for over an hour already. My oatmeal from Starbucks is watery and not very good. It’s super quiet and dark in here, and I’m half working, half internet-ing. I was going to complain, I think, but now that I’m really thinking about it, I’m having a pretty nice time.
I've forgotten so many important things. →
Would love to forget Samantha Mumba, but this song pops in my head, like, twice a month and I ALWAYS remember her name. Why, brain, why?! PS - really want to remake this video shot-for-shot with an old woman. As, like, a thesis. A life thesis.
I feel like my office smells bad right now. But I am the only thing in it. So… that sucks.
UPDATE: Aw, remember when a smelly office was that Friday’s biggest woe? Fast forward to a few hours later, when I’m drunk in front of my coworkers (this has to stop happening), petting people and being generally obnoxious. It was a work celebration with an open bar and no food. You...
So distracted. All the time. Wondering how her birthday was and why her boyfriend needed stitches. Deciding if I want to see that movie, reminding myself to buy that book. Send the box, call the optometrist. Imagining fake scenarios with fake conversations, remembering real ones. I have work to do and I want to do it well and my brain is just a slumber party right now. Highs and lows. Giggling....
today
-strawberries
-mini golf
-skeeball
-27 tickets = three tootsie rolls and one temporary tattoo
-girls’ night
-baseball game tomorrow
Today I missed two meetings just because I wasn’t paying attention and mid-afternoon I felt really anxious and blech but then we got out early and went to Castle Park and there was a breeze. My lips are sunburned but I feel a lot better.
“Cool honeymoon,” I said. I didn’t want him to think I was sad anymore.”
– Still loving The Gulf by Lindsey Gates Markel
http://www.bluestemmagazine.com/?p=1537
Had drinks with people after work and asked one of them if he still lived in the orange house that I only know about because I scrolled through his flickr… followed by, “The internet makes it weird… I should stop talking… I have to see you tomorrow.” I’m the worst?! Get your shit together, self.
WatchWho would you rather I had been?
Well. There goes the rest of the day. This on repeat, me hugging myself in my swivel chair.
March 2012
21 posts
I mean how am I supposed to do my interpretive chair dances to various Michael Jackson songs when I share an office? Tsk! Work problems, you guys.
…For real though, not doing ballerina arms to “You Are Not Alone” is physically uncomfortable right now. I’m suppressing a whole lot of Friday Mood over here.
Last night we had a “team building off-site” and I know exactly how terrible that sounds, but actually it was bowling with free beer and pizza. And my new co-workers are all wonderful. I had to stop myself from saying, “I like you so much!” during more than one conversation because I’d look like a weirdo and also maybe that’s what hitting on people is? Gushing...
Part of my job is having the voice of a 14-year old girl, which is just one reason I like my new job so much. It makes me feel like I’m earning every penny when I’m gorging on high school girls’ self-hating tumblrs full of THE SAD THING IS THEY THINK I’M HAPPY written in magic marker and a thousand pictures of various body parts in setting sun-light. But I do have a problem...
this weekend:
- held the biggest guinea pig I’ve ever seen with adorable guinea pig punk rock hair
- with only half a margarita in my system announced that I would probably have sex with Bob from Bob’s Burgers …?
- saw seriously like 6 dead baby birds mushed on the sidewalk, it was terrible
- woke up at 7 AM on Saturday for no reason and watched 2 Harry Potter movies back to back under a...