Thursday, February 25, 2010
boom boom pow
the people in the target audience are too poor to afford concerts and the people who can afford them are too old for the target audience
retail therapy causes further therapy
i wish i'd seen my roommate this morning before i left for work so she could have warned me my outfit looked like the nordstrom kid's department on PCP and my dress only barely covered my ass
manic episodes are fun and rewarding
fun: i'm painting all night long
rewarding: i'm ensuring complete loss of security deposit by building a layer of acrylic on the carpet*
*rewarding for property management
rewarding: i'm ensuring complete loss of security deposit by building a layer of acrylic on the carpet*
*rewarding for property management
10 minute shoes
dear self,
why did you notice your hot hot heels hurt before you left the house and you knew you were in for a full day of pain but you insisted on wearing them anyway?
why did you notice your hot hot heels hurt before you left the house and you knew you were in for a full day of pain but you insisted on wearing them anyway?
bathroom monitor
a major downside to filling in at the reception desk is the involuntary bathroom monitor duty. sometimes after sitting up there for an hour someone comes out of the bathroom that i didn't see go in.
note to all: don't touch the newspapers in the lobby.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
awkward 80s
the good thing about parents who never throw anything away is there are always accessories for legwarmers shows.
the bad thing is there are always reminders of why you hated the 80s.
the bad thing is there are always reminders of why you hated the 80s.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
rush hour
in case you were wondering, judiciary square is strategically the worst metro station to get offloaded.
i literally waited until rush hour was over before a train came with enough room to get on.
i literally waited until rush hour was over before a train came with enough room to get on.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
fun fact: mussles burrow
if anyone was all like "hey, i have a few pounds of mussles and there's a shit ton of snow outside, why not pack them in snow until i cook them?"...
don't do it.
they will run for their lives like nobody's business.
don't do it.
they will run for their lives like nobody's business.
galentine's day
better than valentine's day bc if there's no expectation of romance there's no let down at the end of the night!
...right?
...right?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
dear comcast,
why is blizzard tv the most boring tv ever? the least you can do when we're all trapped inside is put on a couple of decent movies.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
travelogue: 11.26.05 8:30am dominica
uncomfortably content this morning: in a lounge chair watching the dive boats come up to the dock with a delicious herb-omelet-with-fresh-pineapple-juice- coffee-and-toast baby in my tummy.
travelogue: 11.24.05 dominica
so, with all the fruits here they've come up with some pretty crazy rums. anise, gooseberry (which i tried tonight--the bartender said after i asked if it would kill me "it'll make you feel sexy"), mango, tamarind, guava, and kinnip (which i have never heard of before). the manager of this place highly recommends the anise rum. by god, by the time this week is over i'll try all the local rums they have!
p.s. stored in large pickle jars and old milk jugs.
p.s. stored in large pickle jars and old milk jugs.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
dear men of DC,
heels and grates do not go together. there is often only a narrow strip of non-grate sidewalk in downtown areas. please don't play chicken with a lady when you're both walking on the narrow strip of non-grate sidewalk. this makes you a douche.
thank you,
ladies of DC
thank you,
ladies of DC
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
town & country lounge
"it's a warm cozy blanket of dark woods and darker leathers."
read: leave your snuggie in your room, pops.
read: leave your snuggie in your room, pops.
shelly's backroom
wow. i thought when you said "after a night here we'd have to dry clean everything from out purses to our soul" you were exaggerating.
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