1. I love trash tv. lately I have been completely obsessed with The Client List and The L.A. Complex. The Client List caught my eye because it's essentially Secret Diary of a Call Girl, only way more southern. And The L.A. Complex? Think Melrose Place mixed with Degrassi. Need I say more?
2. I spend way too much money at Lush. This weekend I hit up Lush because I am obsessed with their Ultrabland facial cleanser. That stuff made my skin next to perfect, and I NEEDED more. So I went, with the intention if coming home with one product. Instead I came home with the cleanser, a shampoo bar, lemony flutter cream and the most amazing scented perfume solid. Someone call Intervention, because I need help.
3. I can't stop listening to Rick James. I have also had a soft spot for nearly every funk song ever recorded. That's not a bad thing.
4. I have been thinking about doing something a bit extreme. And by that I mean I might want to put a huge chunk of pepto bismol pink in my hair. Should I?
5. I have been eating AWFULLY. McDonalds, please stop taunting me, it's time for a diet!
6. I met a man, and he's awesome. Maybe I'll get more into it later.
7. I tried on a pair of jeggings as a joke, and they actually looked so good on me that I am actively searching for the perfect pair.
8. I fell off the whiskeyless wagon. About four months ago I swore off Jameson's because I was sick of waking up, without my glasses, in my roommates bed because it was closer to the front door than my room. I relapsed last week. Luckily, I am not doing my usual 14 shots per night; I've been keeping it at three.
9. I'm itching to get to the casino. I've tried three times in the past two weeks. I'm just awful and things came up every.single.time. I have Thursday off... Should I go gambling?
10. I have been neglecting the Internet. Ever since I got a new phone (or shall I rephrase and say 'a phone that actually makes calls?' ...yes, I should.) I have hardly touched my blog, Facebook, twitter and even my google reader. It's supposed to be a rainy week, maybe I'll spend my next day off catching up on memes... Yaknow, if my gambling plan falls through.... Again.
- So busy I couldn't even get to my computer, so this was posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Tuesday Ten: Things I'd rather be doing.
After looking through my notebook, which is full of the most random thoughts that enter my mind, I noticed a theme; lists. Nearly everything in that notebook, aside from recipes I have created, is in list form. And some of the lists are pretty entertaining. So I decided I am going to share a new list every week. This weeks list is
Things I would rather be doing than getting ready for work
- Stating the obvious, laying in bed, rolling around in my freshly cleaned sheet, getting kitty cuddles, instead of getting up and making myself look presentable.
- Baking get well treats for my friend who injured himself biking to my house after a long night of dancing this past Saturday. Don't worry, I provided him with a hello kitty bandaid.
- Watching Desperate Housewives with my roommate while her and I paint our nails and wear avocado masks, instead of quickly applying eyeliner and mascara in hopes that I don't look like I had been drinking Guinness until 1am.
- Making an insanely elaborate breakfast, complete with coffee, triple berry pancakes, omlettes, homefries, copious amounts of bacon, and other delicious things, instead of ordering buffalo chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks at work.
- Looking up crafts that involve kitties on the internet.
- Listening to every one hit wonder, at maximum volume, singing in the most tonedeaf fashion imaginable.
- Catching up on my soap operas while baking cookies and smoking copious amounts.
- Repairing all of my clothing that has holes, is missing buttons, or just doesn't fit correctly.
- Listening to Blotted Science, all day, and wondering how long it took Ron Jarzombek to learn to play such insane guitar.
- Taking photos of myself, then turning myself into a meme.
Music Monday: Regret
The first time I heard this song, I heard a version of it by The Get Up Kids. I was a huge GUK fan back in the day, so I listened to this song over and over again until I had it memorized. Then one day I heard the original as I was sitting in some chain restaurant, likely eating buffalo fingers and mozzarella sticks (because back in the GUK obsession days, those were the only two foods that I was aware existed.) I thought it was really odd, but then when I turned eighteen I was able to get into 80's night at Club Hell in Providence. I then heard this song every Tuesday night until the vanity of getting wasted and dancing to 80's tunes on a weekly basis grew old. This song totally still holds a special spot in my heart, though.
Music Monday: An essential piece of my music collection
Over the weekend I did a lot of sitting in my room and doing nothing besides watching cartoons, smoking cigarettes and listening to tunes. Yesterday my iTunes was shuffling a fantastic mix; AC/DC, The Melvins, Faith No More, Iron Maiden, Motley Crue and David Bowie. It was great, but I realized a few things were lacking in my ginormous collection of music (currently 12,938 songs,) and I needed to remedy that, and soon.
That's when I realized that there was absolutely no Van Halen in my collection. None. Seriously? Yes. I almost couldn't believe myself. That's when I decided it was time to acquire every album Van Halen has released, y'know, except the last two.
That's when I realized that there was absolutely no Van Halen in my collection. None. Seriously? Yes. I almost couldn't believe myself. That's when I decided it was time to acquire every album Van Halen has released, y'know, except the last two.
Such a snowless year..
Guys, I live in Boston, and this year I have barely seen any snow. I have seen snow about four times this year, the first being Halloween weekend, which, if you're not a New Englander, you might not know how early in the season that is for snow. The next time was Christmas morning. A few flakes here and there, but nothing to drool over.
Then, a week after my birthday, we had a "storm" (in comparison to the rest of the winter.) We got a few inches, and MAN, was I hungover that day. I somehow had forgotten my coat at the bar the night before, so it was only fitting that the first real snow of the year would happen the next day. That wasn't mother nature, that was God playing a cruel joke on me. I ended up going out wrapped in a blanket and then coming back to eat BBQ wings which I promptly regurgitated. [worst day.]
Then, sometime last week I saw a few flakes, but nothing that actually showed past 7am.
Is it ever going to snow? I have snow pictures from every other year since I moved to the city (2006) but I fear I will never get any of 2012's snow. And yes, I am the absolute first person to complain about the cold, and that I can't afford new boots, and my feet are wet, and I hate walking, and I have a cold and blah blah blah, but deep down, I have always felt like there was something magical and romantic about snow. Even though I bitch about it, I really think it's one of the most beautiful things, and I am totally secretly smiling while watching it fall.
Aaaaand cue the snow storm that will make me regret even thinking of posting this.
Then, a week after my birthday, we had a "storm" (in comparison to the rest of the winter.) We got a few inches, and MAN, was I hungover that day. I somehow had forgotten my coat at the bar the night before, so it was only fitting that the first real snow of the year would happen the next day. That wasn't mother nature, that was God playing a cruel joke on me. I ended up going out wrapped in a blanket and then coming back to eat BBQ wings which I promptly regurgitated. [worst day.]
Then, sometime last week I saw a few flakes, but nothing that actually showed past 7am.
Is it ever going to snow? I have snow pictures from every other year since I moved to the city (2006) but I fear I will never get any of 2012's snow. And yes, I am the absolute first person to complain about the cold, and that I can't afford new boots, and my feet are wet, and I hate walking, and I have a cold and blah blah blah, but deep down, I have always felt like there was something magical and romantic about snow. Even though I bitch about it, I really think it's one of the most beautiful things, and I am totally secretly smiling while watching it fall.
Aaaaand cue the snow storm that will make me regret even thinking of posting this.
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