Thursday, September 25, 2008

short boy hair.

apparently short boy hair makes everything look a little dressier. i have worn leggings, paired with a deep v to work everyday this week and nobody seems to give a mind. except for the dude that called me larry and has on occasion told me i have a wedgie.

Gettin' Organized.



Alright, here is to the most boring entry on anyone's blog anywhere, including alaska, and even nebraska.
i need to start organizing my life so that i can be more productive, drinking fine wine on the hammock in the sun room is not scoring me points anywhere...anywhere.
-do the work you have needed to do for 2+ weeks. it's boring, but suck it up, and you can probably even do this in the sun room with a very small glass of wine.
-go to philly, be organized about it. be prepared. be impressive almost.
-eat a delicious sandwich from wawa,
-get to fonzy's, you're going to be late, but that dude is rad, and it's his birthday.
-send robinacraftmoney pics, also comment on her latest posting about "rules for boys", please read it, www.robinacraftmoney.blogspot.com.
-get your mega crush to crush on you (this is not so much about organization, just general wants)
-hit steve. twice. for the 2 ridiculous late night lie texts. then have a glass of wine with him and his adorable girlfriend.
-take lay to high park for a fun afternoon together. but end up staring at each other while lying on the grass.
-update fall clothes. with dames.
-find dames.
-call your mom, she is sweet lady.
-call your dad and apologize for missing his past three calls. he hurts your heart with cute.
-make chili and watch dallas game with biz. 4:15 sunday.
-make sure you have all of your real life adult work done before you do anything fun like eat chili and watch football.
-watch the go getter (sorry jordache, it hasn't happened yet, but when it does....)
-do laundry. arghhhhhhhhhhhh.
-text drew.
-write thank you notes/love letters to friends that need some mail that is not bill related. get into it, it feels so good to get one back.


b-o-r-i-n-g. told you, but i feel better just knowing that i have actively thought about these things.

Monday, September 22, 2008

sweet darlin'



colder nights, shorter days, time to get very cozy.

you're coming back right?





if you have never caught this hidden gem, you should. football, high school drama, and cute parents.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

you're simply the best.







wow, i kind of have the best friends ever. y'all made my birthday pretty special! thanks to dames, little dames, allie x2, biz, jordache, costa, stonestreet, jc, mara, bunny, steph, the hero, fan, nattiedreadz, nattie, nn, emil, mel, ryan, shantz, alexis, and taylor. you all really hurt my heart with cute and i really wouldn't trade ya for anything. what a killer group. xo

Thursday, September 18, 2008

he wore colgate on his teeth and reebok classics on his feet.




i really just needed to post this stunning pic.

Big Time.



hour 16. 9 left.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Please please me.


this is by far my favourite book (with a polite nod to On The Road). i have read it several times but i need my own copy, it is almost impossible to find at any bookstore. my heart would hurt for eons if anyone could make this happen.

Monday, September 15, 2008

you've done it again, fair robinacraftmoney.




when are you coming back to me so we can discuss cute things like this? ps - thanks for putting this site on the map for me.

www.reformschoolrules.com

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Pardon Me?




As i was walking with Layla this morning i came across a rather disturbing novelty bumper sticker; picture if you will a 2001 Dodge Neon in the colour of cherry red with a bumper sticker that read "God's Limo". Is god riding around in a neon? i'm just sayin' is all.


Anyhow, in less disturbing news; Here is a little nod to the boys in the band PIZZA (formerly The New Motherf*#@ers) Hit the download on this one. www.pizzaband.com. Honk if you like pizza.



And something beautiful......





Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Oh And There Is Always This.

Things To Be Stoked About.




The Go Getter. Next Tuesday. It's happening. Thanks Jordache for keeping me in the know with our favourite chick, why m ward is not in it? i will never know. They belong together, and that is a fact.



Been listening to the Fugees all day long. You gotta check Lauryn's lyrics in How Many Mics, it is ridiculous on so many levels. Get it together Hill, let's make another album.


I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all the kids who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
I'm tame like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying"TRUE DAT"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that's wack,
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile
Your puerile,
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me,
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me vomit
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Saturday, September 6, 2008

My Trojans.


Boys, kill it like you did against Virginia. Ohia doesn't have anything on you.
















Priceless. Absolutely Priceless.






Friday, September 5, 2008

A Uncomfortable Sharpe Lost In Bay Streeters


This is how the conversation went down:


Bay Streeter (maybe not even, so we'll actively name him 10pm suit shimmying his way in my direction) : So what do you do?


Me: (awkward shuffling, looking anywhere but in his 10 pm suit wearing direction)


BS: What's wrong?


Me: Nothing, you just kind of make me want to throw up in my mouth.


BS: That's disgusting, you just threw up in your mouth?


Me: No, no you just made me want to throw up in my mouth.


BS: Oh. (as he shimmied his way over to his next unsuspecting victim, and proceeded to gyrate to George Michaels "Faith")


I saw him do a shot of tequila shortly after our pleasantries, the shot glass inevitebly broke thus ricocheting once hitting the floor and covering my leg in Sauza. Classic.