Shopping, the best of therapies.
The second best of therapies? Free things!
http://www.ideeli.com/invite/pixiefever
so join in and lets work on that second one shall we?
can you say solicitor?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Re-Energize
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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I finally got things done today. Gee it sure is time consuming distracting your mind from your perfect school schedule being dropped and ruining non existent job prospects...
On a much better note, the lack of readers that attend this blog (seriously folks- get with it), will be happy to know that I have re-purpled my hair and even gathered up enough gumption to mani/pedi myself.
The biggest improvement would have to be that I can actually see my floor! I knew I had one.
before:
and after:
And those lovely digits.
Self pampering is essential. Especially when all the doors slam shut and the windows close in and the lungs start to seize in the middle of a heavy sleep and you wake up in a cold terrified sweat.... Yup, a new coat of paint, visible floors and purple hair fix all of that.
can you say well put together?
On a much better note, the lack of readers that attend this blog (seriously folks- get with it), will be happy to know that I have re-purpled my hair and even gathered up enough gumption to mani/pedi myself.
The biggest improvement would have to be that I can actually see my floor! I knew I had one.
before:
and after:
And those lovely digits.
Self pampering is essential. Especially when all the doors slam shut and the windows close in and the lungs start to seize in the middle of a heavy sleep and you wake up in a cold terrified sweat.... Yup, a new coat of paint, visible floors and purple hair fix all of that.
can you say well put together?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Rain Rain Go Away
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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I sit in a gilded tower of sorts, and by sorts I mean the second to top floor of an Eastchester project building. The borderline monsoon that has been going on all day and into the night is just the perfect excuse to sleep off the seven organic vodkas and pineapple that went on last night. Open bars are in fact the great equalizer, a scenario where us common folk can taste such exotic concoctions is what life should really be all about. They are like the liquor version of robin hood.
I am trying to square away another opportunity to wear my new shoes, if the weather will allow me. Since they are of the payless variety tromping around in the rain is certainly out of the question. Being in the rain under most circumstances is out of the question and I havn't the faintest clue where this phobia came from. It might go hand in hand with black woman's aversion to getting her hair wet, mixed with my personal aversion to most sprinkler designs. Instead of investing in a strategy to overcome this I simply let people know that I'm an "indoor cat".
Hopefully the rain will subside so I can leave the house, or I will make a further mess of my room and mother will look at me like I've just fallen off the wagon.
I am trying to square away another opportunity to wear my new shoes, if the weather will allow me. Since they are of the payless variety tromping around in the rain is certainly out of the question. Being in the rain under most circumstances is out of the question and I havn't the faintest clue where this phobia came from. It might go hand in hand with black woman's aversion to getting her hair wet, mixed with my personal aversion to most sprinkler designs. Instead of investing in a strategy to overcome this I simply let people know that I'm an "indoor cat".
Hopefully the rain will subside so I can leave the house, or I will make a further mess of my room and mother will look at me like I've just fallen off the wagon.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Grey Gardens Redux
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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My room is a disaster zone.
Something has to be done about such a menace right now. I have been fiddling with the idea of lofting my bed and adding shelves, the problem with this is that if I invest time money and energy in a space I will most likely stay there. I definitely do not want to stay here and quite honestly if I did not have so many allergies, I would be just fine living on the street- harsh but true.
can you say panic?
Something has to be done about such a menace right now. I have been fiddling with the idea of lofting my bed and adding shelves, the problem with this is that if I invest time money and energy in a space I will most likely stay there. I definitely do not want to stay here and quite honestly if I did not have so many allergies, I would be just fine living on the street- harsh but true.
can you say panic?
Monday, July 27, 2009
No Rhyme or Reason
Monday, July 27, 2009
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After a month of being purple, I have contended that my abnormal hair hue is in fact magical.
Approachability, instant conversation starter, and random people ask to snap my picture. out of the blue. on the street. Who knew?
Behold, mid way through a marathon of open bars and other liquid adventures. I found myself in new shoes and hot hair still impressed that someone was silly enough to give me champagne and pineapple juice in copious amounts... I left for yet another venue on the list Public House's top shelf was calling my name and it was a chance to drink whiskey that doesn't make me fight.
Exhibit A.
Her name is Alex and after an increasingly boozy conversation that spanned various political/social fulcrums I was equally entranced and terrified of her. I don't know who said it first but 'fake it 'til you make it' pretty much summed up most of the night. which worked out pretty well: I danced, (read: dropped it like it was hot), refused to say a negative thing about myself and lent myself fully to the moment - which in present company- wasn't hard. Is this what it feels like for people who are physically attractive and not entirely damaged to the point of seeming insanity that would bring down a baby rhino? On the name of everything up there, I could surely get used to that.
Though I will have to tone down a few things, many of which are present in
Exhibit B:
1. no more letting Fern hold my camera
2. less romping in west village alleys
3. invest in a better ( erotic tug proof) hair pinning strategy to preserve 'do in mild hail storm.
at any rate, it was a pretty good night: wine/women/song? check.
Approachability, instant conversation starter, and random people ask to snap my picture. out of the blue. on the street. Who knew?
Behold, mid way through a marathon of open bars and other liquid adventures. I found myself in new shoes and hot hair still impressed that someone was silly enough to give me champagne and pineapple juice in copious amounts... I left for yet another venue on the list Public House's top shelf was calling my name and it was a chance to drink whiskey that doesn't make me fight.
Exhibit A.
Her name is Alex and after an increasingly boozy conversation that spanned various political/social fulcrums I was equally entranced and terrified of her. I don't know who said it first but 'fake it 'til you make it' pretty much summed up most of the night. which worked out pretty well: I danced, (read: dropped it like it was hot), refused to say a negative thing about myself and lent myself fully to the moment - which in present company- wasn't hard. Is this what it feels like for people who are physically attractive and not entirely damaged to the point of seeming insanity that would bring down a baby rhino? On the name of everything up there, I could surely get used to that.
Though I will have to tone down a few things, many of which are present in
Exhibit B:
1. no more letting Fern hold my camera
2. less romping in west village alleys
3. invest in a better ( erotic tug proof) hair pinning strategy to preserve 'do in mild hail storm.
at any rate, it was a pretty good night: wine/women/song? check.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fabulous On A Budget
Friday, July 24, 2009
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Calming down off of my bill paying headache, I decided to escape my house for another round of high end cancer and understated adventures.
Since the economy is in a tailspin and my usual track of menial labor has been threatened, gone are the hours spent trying on shoes at DSW and hello to Payless, which is not that much less when you're broke. Mark my words, I will have them!
Of course all that plotting and coveting works up an appetite- hence the dinner of champions! discount Häagen Dazs, chocolate chip pound cake and sicilian pizza- all before the dreaded night rain.
Can you say winner?
Since the economy is in a tailspin and my usual track of menial labor has been threatened, gone are the hours spent trying on shoes at DSW and hello to Payless, which is not that much less when you're broke. Mark my words, I will have them!
Of course all that plotting and coveting works up an appetite- hence the dinner of champions! discount Häagen Dazs, chocolate chip pound cake and sicilian pizza- all before the dreaded night rain.
Can you say winner?
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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