things i learned from the world cup

ninja moves, biotch. ninja moves.

pamper fail

while it did cut down on time, giving me a mani over my lap while i'm waiting for a pedi just goes against everything a pedi stands for! i mean, this vogue isn't going to read itself!





p.s. i got dangerously close to reaching the bold new heights of watching the world cup and getting a pedicure at the same time.

dear little and big brothers,

please do not wake me in these ways ever again.


luvums!

you are here

"here" can be such a bad word.
:(

time stamp it: fit-of-rage o'clock

4:28pm: stef has had efuckingnough of that bit of sandal between the toes.
deal with it, office. it's barefoot o'clock now.

blaDOW!

just sayin!

eco-friendly?

how do i spend an entire weekend frying in the sun and i'm still white enough to be my own light source?