The Eagle Nebula in Infrared // YSL Cherry

Bye, y'all! We're off. See you on the flip side. I will miss you dearly.

via jak&jil and nasa pic of the day

Gratitudes: Lost & Found Edition Vol. 2

If I may be honest for a second, my favorite part of my job is the lost and found email that's distributed once a month-ish. Nine times out of ten it's filled to the brim with what-the-fuckery.

My coworker, K, and I always joked that we were going to start "loosing" random thrifted/dollar store items around the building to see if they make the list. It was always a great idea, but lacked follow through (surprise, surprise!).

A few weeks ago K & other cutie coworker, J stopped by to tell me that my birthday present was on it's way, but they didn't know when it would arrive. The two little blondies were smiling like cats who ate a thousand canaries stuffed with foie gras. I quickly forgot about this exchange about ten minutes after they pranced away giggling.

However, today at 4:31PM, the latest installment of the lost & found came out. I was giddy with excitement when I saw the message pop up in the lower right hand corner of my screen. It was like Christmas morning, and I was 8 again. Here's this month's goodness:

* * *

FOUND:

Bird figurine (WTF!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOO EPIC!!!)

Necklace

Little black book (Ooh, naughtay, naughtay!)

“Hoodie” style jacket (www.unnecessaryquotes.com)

Sweater

Reusable water bottle

Eyeglass case

Sunglasses

Cell phone case

Halogen light bulb (HEEE!!!!)

If you believe any of these items may belong to you, please reply to this email with a detailed description. (more to come on this...)

LOST:

Cell phones (yawn)

Thumb drives/Jump drives/Zip drives/Flash drives (booooring)

* * *

Immediately, I type manically via MSN messenger to K about the The List. She only replies, "What type of person loses a bird figurine?!?"

4:55PM, I'm passing by to pick up some copies, I stop by K's to RAVE in person about the L&F list.

She smiles, cheshirely, and breaks, "That's your birthday present, the first one."

"OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wrapped my right arm around her while the left one flapped in the wind.

BEST. PRESENT. EVER.

She goes on to tell me about how she & J went to the dollar store and found this gem for lil' ol' moi. AND that the BIRD FIGURINE was actually a cardinal perching atop an ACORN.

I DIED.

Perhaps I should "reply to this email with a detailed description" or better yet, just let the mystery bird figurine nest.

Kevin Polyp, my favorite actor...

WARNING: TMI ALERT!

Boy, have I got a good one for you! So, I found a new doctor's office two minutes from my work and I swear, this place is a c-l-i-n-i-c with a capital K. I used to go to a posher office with my Cadillac state plan, but couldn't bear the drive anymore. Not to mention the fact that my doctor was my M-I-L's BFF. It was  awkward to say the least.

Anyhow, now I'm at this KLINIC where it's more likely that I'll catch worse shit from the waiting room chairs than if I were to drag my bare ass like a dog on a rug around town. A couple weeks ago, I go in for my annual pap schmear and lo and behold my doc discovers a cervical polyp. EGADS! "It's probably benign, but we'll run some tests and give you a call," doc says.

A week later and nothing. I phone repeatedly, and get hung up on ten times by someone who cannot figure out how to transfer a call. All I hear is, "Hel-" click. "Hell-" click. "Heh-" click. Rinse, repeat 7x. I finally track down someone who can work this newfangled contraption called the telephone and the Latina on the other line starts out. "No results for pap yet, but I have the results of your STD test."

STD test?? This is news to me as, a) I didn't request one and b) I haven't been in the game for years. I suppose they were testing me because I'm a new patient. No bigz, as I've always had a squeaky clean bill of health.

She continues, as if reading off a mile long laundry list, "Chlamydia... Gonorrhea..."

I'm standing in the breakroom at work and my face turns lobster and my heart just about jumps out my throat. That deafening kind of silence ricochets around in my skull, as I begin to feel lightheaded.

"...all negative." She finishes, after what feels like eighty-eight eternities.

Jesus effing Christ, you CANNOT read off someone's chart like that. She shaved about a five years off my life right there. A few days later, I found out my polyp was not cancerous. All's well that ends well, I s'ppose. Nothing like a little pussy scare to keep you on your toes.

Zee End.

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Pour Porter

Three words to describe one of my favorite style blogs, Pour Porter: Inspired. Intelligent. Insightful.

I'm totally digging on the shorts w/tights look that PP so masterfully put together. Click and fall head over Rachel Comey heels!

U.F.: How you doin'? Edition

This week was a momentous one, as it was the first time I caught an episode of  the Wendy Williams Show. Thank you daytime television and especially, thank you to all the veterans who sacrificed your lives so that I could have a day off in the middle of the week to watch my new favorite show. I want Wendy to be my new best friend. She had me at "torching-this-slim-jim-like-a-crack-pipe." LOVE. HER.

Gawking at Gawker

Raina just posted photos of the Gawker headquarters and I'm:

1. DYINGGGG!
2. Scouring their Careers page, tout suite!

See more dream shattering deliciousness here.

Unneighborly

R keeps flipping our doormat over to the "Go away" side. I keep switching it back, hoping no one -besides the torpid Mexican landscapers- takes note.

...

NOTE:
I realized that I sounded exceedingly racist just now. It was not my intention to mean that I *wanted* the landscapers to take note of the mat & "Go away." Rather, I was trying to convey the fact that they've probably already seen the mat in this fashion.


With that said, in the immortalized words of Sarah Silverman:
"I don't care if you think I'm racist, 
I just want you to think I'm thin."

via boy. by band of outsiders

Newman Owns

I picked up the peppermint today!

Can we just take a moment to talk about how delicious these, um, mint tin designs are (amongst other things)?

Satsuki Said

Satsuki said,

"グレース, you should come to my hometown sometime, 

if you like fresh seafood."

"Sure! That'd be great! Where's your hometown?" 

I inquired, a little too enthused.

"You know Nagasaki?" 

she asked earnestly.

Yeeeahhh.

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Marks of adulthood

Flossing daily
Ownership of mattress cover

Wanderlust Woes

Oh, boy. I can't wait to get outta dodge.

T-minus 10 days until Japan!

Picked this up for some light-hearted, chortle-inducing airplane reading:

Johnny-come-lately, as per usual...

can't believe I didn't know Augusten had a blog!

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sweet is the new snark

DISCLAIMER: I know, I know. "'Blank' is the new 'blank'" proclamations are just thee worst, right? However, it sets the tone of what I'm trying to express. Don't worry, I'm not going all soft on you. Well, maybe a little...

I guess the first step to recovery is realizing you have a problem. My problem is that I need to check my inner bitch at the door & keep my pie hole shut. I realized this a while back and have been trying to work on it for the past, oh...few years or so? Every now and again, I fall off the wagon.

Which step is it that you apologize to everyone you've ever hurt? Can I just do a blanket apology here? I'M SO SORRY!!!

Somewhere along the line, I came to the conclusion that being bitchy, mean, and sarcastic was crazysexycool. In reality, it's kind of ugly and I don't like it. We've all been on the receiving end of bitchiness and it doesn't feel good at all. Making fun of people or having a laugh at someone else's expense just isn't cool or sexy. It's just plain crazy.

So there this guy we know who has been shaving his head for years and years. He surprised us all when he grew out this mop. Last night, I told him his hair looked like that of a 13 year old boy's. It did. It's long, flippy outty, and deeply parted with bangs in eyes (you know what I'm talking about). I thought I was trying to be helpful, but instead I was probably just hurtful.

Why did I feel the need to go there? I guess I felt like someone needed to tell this dude that his 'do is not very appropriate for a 34 year old man. A "for his own good" type of thing. I say I'd want someone to tell me, if I was clueless (not sure in reality if I'd want that though-- but please, by all means, tell me?).

Then, I felt even more like a major asshole when he said he was trying to grow it for Locks of Love. UGH!!! I said that was really, really nice. But then I just had to add that it grows very slowly, and that he should take some vitamins! WHY?!? Jesus christ, what a twatwaffle.

Followed up by, "Nevermind, you'd probably grow tits or something." I'm so ashamed! I am going to apologize to him next time I see him. That was all just really horrible, but I couldn't stop. He totally didn't deserve it and wasn't the type that would hit the ball back. I should really learn to pick on people my own size... no wait, to not pick on people at all.

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PP4EVA

Holy shit! Amy sends me the best mail.  

Happy Birthday, Parker!

Guilt with a side of eggs

Feeling a little guilty for having such a strong affinity towards this photo of Anna Karina. Also, feeling a lot guilty for having accomplished absolutely nothing except:

♥ make & eat eggs

♥ read your blogs

♥ watch Gossip Girl on the computer

♥ trim eyebrows (they're finally growing back!)

♥ listen to Creation records

♥ drink copious amounts of coffee

Headed to a wedding tonight at the desert botanical garden. Should be good times, the weather really couldn't be any more beautiful, and any less November. Hope the weekend is treating you kindly so far. x to the o.

2008-Present

The Selby: Making the rest of us feel inferior about our interiors since 2008

yoshiko kajitani - designer of yoshiko creation paris 
at her home - tokyo

ps. OOH! I have tree branches on my living room wall! Not as jutty, though. Nice! 

Post Mortem Post

A bit grim, but I'm drawing up plans for some scheduled posts in case of my untimely demise. I suppose this was partly inspired by the late Theresa Duncan's Wit of the Staircase (one of my favorite blogs, ex post facto). She had 2 scheduled posts that published after her suicide. One was a ghost story by Dick Cavett and the other a T.S. Eliot poem.

Perhaps she scheduled them long ago, as the last post on new year's eve was entitled, "New Beginning." Or... maybe she wrote them right before, to communicate to us from the afterlife. Either way, it's other worldly and totally enchanting, no?

I must be careful, because I wouldn't want my virtual legacy to accidentally be a poop post, me calling someone a tardcunt, or something crass like that. However, it could very well be a NASA/Jak&Jil post because I do tend to schedule those ahead of time in batches.

Oh god, the pressure and the logistics! I'd have to move post dates if I survive. Maybe they can be scheduled to appear on my birthday? But how would you know if I passed? I'm not a high profile person. Hrmmm. Perhaps I could have R post an obituary for me. But what if we died together? I'd need a back up poster. Blerg. This is turning into a clusterfuck.

I've always been strangly obsessed/paranoid with the trail of cyber junk I'm leaving behind. What will happen to this blog? My other blogs? My various email accounts? My photo storage accounts? My Twitter?

Recently, I've been trying to streamline my web presence. So far I've already killed: myspace, facebook, buzznet, deviant art, friendster, orkut (remember that FAIL?). Still on the kill list: livejournal (eep! I'm sentimental), various half empty photobuckets, and on and on.

More on the topic later...

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Eat your heart out, Hirst!

That man must have really loved his family.

Either that, or was bat shit crazy.

(Well, I guess they don't 

have to be mutually exclusive... 

Nothing in life ever is.)

I wish I lived in this house.

LIFE

via bird&banner, with gratitude.

Things I did not know that Rick Owens had: Part Deux

Thanks for the sizzling response to part one of my exploration. Turns out the things I don't know about Ricko could fill the fucking Grand Canyon!

I so did not know he had a ravishing furniture line, nor the fact that he grew up outside of Bakersfield, CA. I've always thought he was from a far off dark world of magic and fashion fantasy.

ps. Do I spy a slight resemblance to Owen Wilson in a halloween wig? Is it an "Owen" thing?

one for one

Met: 1

Liked: 1

Hope to make it into one of your books someday.

I've got my gold flats on (srsly)

My life has been filled to the brim with East Indian men lately. Everyday I wait with bated breath that we'll unsuspectingly break out into a Bollywood dance number. But alas, it never happens, only more science and budget talk. A girl can dream, right?

Paying it Forward

I recently received some good down under karma from the ever so brill, Cerebral Excrement. So here I am, paying it forward! Oh, I also took the liberty of editing the rules, because, um, I know I ain't baking shit & whoever wrote these sounds like a grade A megatard. 


THE GAME:

The first three people to leave a comment on this post will be receiving a small gift. Here are the restrictions:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. Whatcha get is whatcha get.
2. What I create will be just for you, with love.
3. It’ll be done this year (2009).
4. I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something cyber. It may be weird or beautiful. Or it may be monstrous and annoying. Heck, I might bake something for you and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!
5. I reserve the right to do something strange.
6. In return, all you need to do is post this text on your blog and make 3 things for the first 3 to respond to your blog post.
7. Send your mailing address  after I contact you. (Be sure to leave a working email!) 


FINE PRINT:


I actually liked Cerebral Excrement's guidelines better:

I did not write the conditions. It is supposed to be something I make myself but since that is likely to be crap (not literally - I am not sending human excrement to people) I will also send something I did not make myself.

Also, it may be closer to the end of 2009. 

Gratitudes: LYLAS

"Friends are like bras; 

close to your heart 

& there for support."

Yes. At this moment, I'm feeling wildly lucky to have such rich friendships. Having the ability to make quality, lasting friendships as an adult is much more difficult, no? Competing priorities, cost/benefit analyses, & what not. Cherish those that stick around, for like ever.

Cheers to the new friends I've made (on & off line)! Deepest, bottomless thanks to the old ones who have steadfastly been along for the (oft bumpy) ride.

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♥KL♥

Sometimes, I feel as though Kate 
could be a heroine in 
a modern Jane Austen novel.


Which Austen heroine are you? 
I'm the sea monster from S&S&S.
Just kidding, I'm Elinor according to the quiz.

photos via rackk & ruin

Aurora Over Circle, Alaska // Marni Platforms

Two auras in a row! Me, oh, my.

(S. Bubz feet, don't hate)

via jak&jil and nasa pic of the day

Emily Post Post

hello, good morning.

i'm a big fucking baby 
and i'm coming home.

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Possible Side Effects

Take 2 and call me in the morning, that is, if you haven't sleepcrashed your car into the median of the I-10. I LOVE, absolutely LOVE it when pharma commercials list side effects that are exponentially worse than the initial problem at hand. Here's an excerpt from the Ambien website (and inspired by some of your comments):

AMBIEN and AMBIEN CR are treatment options you and your doctor can consider along with lifestyle changes. When taking either of them:

• Don’t drive or operate machinery. 

• Plan to devote 7 to 8 hours to sleep before being active. 

• Sleepwalking, and eating or driving while not fully awake, with memory loss for the event, as well as abnormal behaviors such as being more outgoing or aggressive than normal, confusion, agitation, and hallucinations may occur. 

• Don’t take it with alcohol as it may increase these behaviors. 

• In patients with depression, worsening of depression, including risk of suicide may occur. If you experience any of these behaviors contact your doctor immediately. 

• Allergic reactions such as shortness of breath, swelling of your tongue or throat, may occur and in rare cases may be fatal. If you have an allergic reaction while using AMBIEN or AMBIEN CR, contact your doctor immediately. 

• Side effects of AMBIEN CR may include next-day drowsiness, dizziness and headache. 

• There is a low occurrence of side effects associated with the short-term use of AMBIEN. The most commonly observed side effects in controlled clinical trials were drowsiness, dizziness, and diarrhea. 

I don't know about you, but insomnia sounds pretty good to me right about now. No, wait. It doesn't. I s'ppose half a pill won't hurt...

From the always poignant Toothpaste for Dinner:

Now Playing: Stuffed Edition

Goddamn, thus far DC has been a culinary tour de force. The photo above totally sums up how I'm feeling right now.

MONDAY: 

Random Thai Restaurant. I ordered a pity app, so my dining partner wouldn't feel awkward while I watched her eat her soup. See? Who said that I'm not a good friend?? Took advantage of the Phi Phi Seafood Island (almost as good of a name as "Moons Over My Hammy"), though I couldn't stop thinking about the Phi Creeps. Also, ever notice how all Thai pretty much tastes the same?

TUESDAY:

Marvin totally reminded me of DuMont & Freeman's love child. Had the Pan Seared Alaskan Halibut, Onion puree, cauliflower risolee, sauteed spinach, bacon, beurre blanc + 2 bottles French Bordeaux

Then, drinks at The Gibson, a "speakeasy" next door. First order of hilarity, the adorable 70 year old world renowned vaccinologist we were with, kept trying to muscle his way in the door, past the Wes Anderson wanna be doorman. Wasn't til after I grabbed him by the corduroy blazered arm and called him The Fantastic Mr. Fox, did we get seated inside. 

Cute scientist man starts saying, "Oh, stupid me! I know what he wanted, he wanted me to peel him off one," and made that money rubbing fingers. I tried to reassure him it was just the place's schtick. "Smug hipsters that's all," he remained unconvinced. Besides the pretentiousness, the cocktails (sidecar, julep) were quite delish.

WEDNESDAY:

Room service. Ordered eggs, toast, and fruit in an attempt to heal myself from the night before. Mystery grilled cheese showed up instead of toast. Ate it in bed while transfixed with the A&E Biography of Shannen Doherty. Crumbs everywhere, was reminded how much I love this crazy bitch.

A few hours later, headed to the Westend Bistro for the Roasted Chicken with country bread stuffing. First, it was utterly mind blowing, then completely heart breaking, when I couldn't finish the last piece and my hotel room was sans microwave. It was like giving up a child for adoption. I should have just smuggled it out & kept it warm in my vadge.

THURSDAY:

"Stayed in" & ate meatloaf ♥ at the hotel pub. Greasy & comforting, can't really go wrong. I think I need to create a meatloaf label. Stuffed beyond belief while I'm typing this.

FRIDAY:

Going to fast all day, then head to Marcel's for their famous lobster bisque with brioche crouton. I'm dyyying.

The thought of having a scale be brought up to my room crossed my mind more than once. I'd go to the fitness center, if I could move. It's a shame, because I'd been doing so well, up until now. DC is definitely a food town.

MISC:

Check out this great Tracy Morgan roundup

Photo via Nerdboyfriend

Others via Google

Greetings!

Greetings from the nation's capitol. Thanks to all you kind souls who sent me tips about the city. Hoping to all hopes to squeeze in some of your sights & suggestions before I leave on Saturday.

So far, it's been a navy/black suit sausage party. Going to take a napski, (couldn't, dead tired, but over caffeinated) meet some colleagues for dinner, and then find something fun to do? Who am I kidding, I'll most likely just wind up popping an ambien and surfing the web in my room.

BTW, internetting while sleep drugs kick in is the most hilarious thing ever. Last night, I clicked through the same set of Tumblr dashboard images like 20 times before I realized what I was doing. Tardtastic.

xoxo!

g

p.s. What happens when you don't answer a wake up call? Do they come upstairs, rip the blankets off of you, and call you a "dead pig" in Chinese? That's what my mom used to do when I was a wee one.

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Wild Things

Saw Wild Things tonight! ZOMG!!! It was soooooooooooooooooooo amazing. The soundtrack was off the hook.* Best. Movie. Ever.

Also saw The September Issue. Peed a little and choked on a popcorn kernel when R made the observation that Grace Coddington (bless her) bears a strong resemblance to Rocky Dennis.

*do people still say that anymore?

Feed Feedback

Dear Readereaders,

As you may have noticed, I've truncated my RSS feed. I feel I must apologize for this hypocritical action. Often times, I just read from my reader and get frustrated when I come across a blog with a short feed. I changed my settings in hopes that you'd click through and visit more often. I guess I was lonely out here in blogland.

Sorry to be so needy, but you make this fun. I hope you'll stick with and not just unsubscribe. If you hate not being able to read along from the comforts of your feed/reader, then please let me know and I may switch it back. Hope you have a pleasure filled weekend and as always, thanks for all the love and kindness.

Yours ever,

Gracie

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EDIT:

I changed it back. Thanks for your thoughts ♥

All that glitters...

Lanvin PFW 2010 collage
by yours truly

Metallic Masticators

Am I making shit up, or do I recall Tami from the Real World: Los Angeles wiring her jaw shut in order to lose weight for her EnVogue/Salt'N'Pepa girl group?  Did this happen? Does anyone else remember this? I can't seem to find any evidence of this on the internets. I was only 11 at the time, but WTF?!

"Why does this matter?" you may be asking yourself...

...Well, I was reflecting on body image, projecting that the 90s were a much friendlier, healthier place for women's bodies. A time where the Crawfords, Campbells, Schiffers, and Turlingtons reigned supreme on the catwalks, for there was not a waif in sight. The golden B.K. era, if you will. (Before Kate [Moss]). There were fewer (or perhaps just less tabloid/media coverage of) grotesquely gaunt gals galavanting around.

Then, good ol' Tami and her metallic masticator popped into my mind. If she had, as I alleged earlier, wired her jaw shut to lose weight, then that would be way fucked, right? Totally unacceptable now-a-day, even though thin is more "in" than ever. Are we just driving our weight obsession underground? Is Tami the Tubman of eating disorders?

If I am mistaken (highly plausible), then my apologies, nothing to see here...carry on.

ps. But seriously, a hick, a black dude, a surfer brah, a diva, a crazy Irish guy, a Latina cop, and a milk fed midwestern gal?? Well, I never!

pps. Remember when the RW was kind of good? Or maybe we just grew up/older than the cast and thought they weren't so "cool" after all. SF & Boston were the last seasons that I watched. Now it's just a bunch of beer pigs and mouth breathers.

ppps. The overwhelming number of Ann Coulter photos that pop up when I Google image search "jaw wired shut" is quite entertaining!

pppps. Okay, I'm finished now. I promise.

ppppps. I lied, but I love you.

Sweet Charity

My dear friend Lala is donating all profits from her print entitled "Flood" to the Philippine Red Cross. Please visit her at Society6, if you can spare some change for a good cause. Thank you!

Pet pet names

In my experience, I've found that bisyllabic pet names roll off the tongue the best. Monosyllabic names are cute (also look better on tags), but when calling aloud, one would have to do a sing-songy extension midway through or add an "-ie" sound at the end. With that said, pet pet names, however, should be as redonk as humanly possible.

Here are a few of Bel·la's:

• Professor Lazybones
• Renee Tailwagger
• Sir Lix-a-Lot
• Littlest one
• Bellavator
• Bellanator
• Umbrella
• Cowbell
• Doggin
• Furball
• Kitten
• Belly
• Bells

What are your pets' pet names?

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Things I did not know that Rick Owens had:

1. Personalized M&Ms

2. A WIFE!

Michele Lamy

slash business partner slash muse slash restaurateur

slash gold & diamond encrusted teef owner

Also, how awesome is it that she's a mature rockin' woman (I replaced "granny" because I thought that was a little harsh & counterproductive) and not some starving Eastern Bloc teenage giraffe?!?**

Love always,

The President of the Last To Know Club

ps. Look how fucking cute and PERFECT they are together! I can't stand it!

**(and I say that out of complete bitterness and jealousy, btw)

1st

2nd

3rd

Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.

-T.S. Eliot

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Lists

Hey! I have an idea! Let's play a game! I'll start a list, then you add your comment, and I'll add it (plus a link back to your blog) to the main list. Sound good? OK GO!

EMBARRASSING THINGS:

1. Water belly during coitus
2. Butchering someone's name
3. Falling in front of people
4. Hole in back of bathing suit
5. Shoes stinking so bad/having to step out of a meeting & lysol them
6. Black bean skin wrapped over a tooth
7. Not remembering you had previously been introduced to someone (twice)
8. Condoms falling out of bag 
   
9. Accidentally farting from laughing really hard
10. Doing the Scarlett O'Hara slow stairway entrance to a party and falling ass over ears down the stairs. In a skirt.
11. Walking out of the bathroom with part of skirt hem tucked into tights
12. Huge wave whipping bikini top right off
13. Tampax falling out of purse
14. Right boob falling out of dress at a bar mitvah in front of the rabbi

________________________________________________________
EDIT 10.14.09:
I think P's (#14) takes the cake. Upon reading this list, I've surmised: It's tough being a girl. Thank you for playing along. Keep them coming if you'd like. I have the best readers ever.

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Is this not the saddest pumpkin you ever did see?

Overrated

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I have ten shirts on.

IT IS OK?

This poster stirred up some strange emotions inside of me. The first ilk:

•  Fuck yeah! Life is my goddamn oyster. It's totally ok for me to have everything I want. I want a successful career, a great marriage, fancy shoes, ridiculous handbags, a Danish console to hang many frames above, if I'm so inclined, and on and on. I earned it, I deserrrrve it.

Contrasted with the second wave of feelers:

• It's totally NOT ok for me to have everything I want. I should only have what I really NEED (and maybe a couple frills to keep things interesting). Why should I have everything while the less fortunate have nothing? I should not engage in rampant consumerism just because I can.

Moral of the story: No more letterpress posters for this gal.

via Ignant

A lil' somethin' ...

...to cure you from the weekend & get you through your Monday...

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You shoulda put a ring on it

Me thinks this Numero Korea editorial, featuring Stammy, is less Shrimpton & more Beyonce.

Last Chance Dance

Can't make it to Budget Rock? 

Come see Garage Shock's last hurrah as the Mummies'!

Tonight @ Hollywood Alley

2610 W. Baseline Rd.

Mesa, AZ 85202

9PM | No Cover

Low Brow, No Brow

I'm a complete dolt and somehow figured it'd be a good idea to groom while still bleary eyed. As wakefulness crept in, I noticed that I had plucked away far too much of my inner left brow. Fuhhh...

After a week of improvising with eyeliner, I traipsed over to the nearest make up counter to pick up a brow pencil. This could be the chance to finally (though, artificially) have the bushy Jennifer Connellys that I had yearned for.

The woman at the Chanel counter was a hot mess. She had these oily black grease arches where brows normally would be found, a la Anpanman. I told her that I needed to pick up a brow pencil, when I should have been running the other way.

"Um, dark brown?" I stabbed. I'd always read that one should choose a color 1 shade lighter than her hair.

"Oh, no. You need black. That's what I use. This one if for people like us."

My eyes were wide and panic stricken. People like us?!? I'm nothing like you, lady! But, resistance was futile. I handed over my card and left with the blackest of black pencils. The little brush at the opposite end & sharpener seem to be consolatory prizes.

Later that evening, I consulted my brow buff of a mother who was born with barely there brows. She has been sketching them in since the Eisenhower Administration. She informed me that people shouldn't only see two brows when I enter a room and gave me a how-to sesh.

Some days, I get carried away and look overly serious or mean. Other days, I get sweaty. Once in a while, they're just right.

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Gratitudes: October Edition

Things that I'm grateful for on this first day of October:

♥Stumbling upon a bacon, egg, toast breakfast at my parents house this morning at dog drop off
♥A venti americano purchased with a generous sbux gift card from a client
♥Two dozen long stemmed roses delivered to my work for no reason (aka the BEST reason - listen up guys: "just because" will totally get you laid.)
♥Carving out time to go to yoga practice today come hell or high water
♥The fact that tomorrow is Friday & the temp read 71 F this morning
♥The absolutely adorable little old man in my office who asks me for "tech support" and rewards me with chocolate. It feels great being able to save the day.
♥A beautiful dream I had last night where mini snowballs were falling from the sky
♥My fab horoscope for October. Most likely all BS, but already feeling better that Mercury's no longer in retrograde (whatever that means...)
♥You. Thank you for reading along and making such incredible comments. Especially the ones for the NPR post. How could I have forgotten about Lakshmi, Nina Totes, Mara, & the Glaze? I love you.

What's on your list for today?

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Hanpanda

Ugh. Just look at that devastatingly cute Nagi Noda (gone but not forgotten) hanpanda trophy in this dream home featured on Desire to Inspire. Inspired I am!

Desultory Delights: No. 3

♥ Chanel guillotines & unicorn swings
♥ A nice final resting place
♥ Amazing toaster!
♥ Ever wondered how a sewing machine works?
♥ Figure our your psychological profile based on your tweets
♥ Just say NO! Well put, Nicolette. OC is double OC* sometimes.
♥ I'd give my left arm for this right about now
♥ The Hills vs. The City -I vote for the latter
♥ Simple keys to a happier day
♥ R blew his cover, because he is a masochist.
♥ No words is right! Check out this insanely long video of a pug pushing a stroller.
♥ On that note, remember kids: PUGS NOT DRUGS (unless they're prescription drugs)


*out of control

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65!

Mumsy! You made it another year! Happy, happy birthday! Love you to bits and pieces.