Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Try Your Best And That's Enough my motivational thought of the day.

Sometimes I think I need to remind myself that I am not a magician.

(Although I kinda wish I was!)

"You're speech if fixed, fool!"

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Oh Please Oh Please Oh Pleaaaaase

Lottery dreamin...

I am dying in a sea of never-ending paperwork and I am already sick of this grad school-working hard-career type thingy...


Friday, September 18, 2009

We'll Dance!

I can cross one off my shoulda-coulda-woulda list:


Friday, September 11, 2009


Do you ever get nervous that if you make fun of someone who is dead, or do an impression of them, that their ghost will come and haunt you?

Today mine was left eye lopes.

For specific reference, see ~3:50

Thursday, September 10, 2009

For Christmas Sake...

It's been one of those days when you come home and unwittingly decide to google-image search "chocolate statue"


Dat's jesus

Bwerdunno, I got nothin.

Friday, September 4, 2009


My Hope Sandoval + The Warm Inventions tickets just came in the mail! So excited to see her this October. I will definitely have to sneak some whiskey into my apple cider for this one...

iz so dreamy!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

PS. A Quick Word on Life and Love

I think I might be getting a little mushy in this next post. Yeah I know, you're prolly all OMG WTF but sometimes a girl just has to get a little sappy sometimes.

This morning when I was running around thinking about reading my client files, how I don't know anything about anything, that I have to relearn almost everything I've "learned" the past year because I don't know it/remember it (basically bordering on an anxiety attack) I stopped and thought about the last little blog post that I wrote.

And what I thought was that it's kind of silly for me to pseudo-complain about all the stress and anxiety I will be experiencing for the next few months,

A) Because most everyone has to deal with this kind of stuff


B) Because although I'm going to be running around like a crazy person for the next 2(.5?) years and cursing my career decisions, the plain and simple fact still remains that I am so lucky to be very much in Love (capital L, even!) with the most awesome/funny/handsome man I think I have ever come across. And really, that's all I could ask for.

And right now I am going to try to remind myself of this the next time I think, "I hate my life" and realize that that statement is absolutely false and couldn't be further from the truth.

End: Sappy Blogpost

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

You Aint Never Had a Friend Like Me

Don't you sometimes wonder what you'd wish for if the genie from Aladdin and/or a magical Christina Aguilera popped up right before you and said...

"Youse gets 3 wishes fool'n you beddr givem to me'fore i go back in dis bottleersomethin"

Uhhh, here's my list, just for good measure:

1. Win the Lottery. Win the lottery, Win Thee Lottery. And I'm not talking this scratch-off, Price Is Right bullshizzy. I mean the BIG game.

2. For one super-power
of my choosing, (which I admittedly haven't decided on yet)...BUT I'm leaning towards the ability to stop/pause time...ahh again with the Zach Morris reference! Sorry, but 'tis true.

3. That the Bo-Jangles-inspired ruckus across the street would please be quiet. Especially around the hour of bedtime aka now.


Allz I'm saying is, that it's usually around this time of year when I start feeling all jittery and anxious (in the most blissful way, mind you), anticipating all of the fall activies I love so much...scheming up ideas for grand halloween costumes, drinking spiked apple cider and seasonal beers, eating S'MORES (among other treats of course), carving a jack-o-lantern or two....and this year all I feel is jittery and anxious. Sans the blissful.

"Boo-hoo, woe-is-me," I know I know, but still. It's gonna be a rough couple of months for this lill raggamuffin.

And on that note, goodnight.

Ps. Even Stevie hates this crazed lounge singer that's currently destroying our sleeping abilities, and quite possibly our hopes and dreams (it really is that bad. Me: Lottery, Stevie: Yogurt tomorrow).