HUMUS!!!!!!!

today i had a crazy humus craving. i had flashbacks of my great memories in rochester of eating red bell pepper humus with TLC crackers... and i just had to get some. so i did, along with coconut cream pie and some donuts for vanesa. all in all, it was a beautiful purchase that made me proud i satisfy my urges. well, most of them.

also, if you are not a kate winslet fan and haven't seen all of her movies, i suggest you do so NOW! starting with little children and quills.
unless you're weird about sex - then start with... um... sense and sensibility. you don't see any breasts in that one.

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iwillnotspillmygutsonablogiwillnotspillmygutsonablogiwillnotspillmygutsonablog.


eleanor knows everything and i feel so bad when i don't say anything or just stare akwardly. it's hard to explain that i have thoughts in my head that are so loud to me, i forget i actually have to speak to share them with people.

MAKE IT WORK

so, i watched bruno today. it was definitely not as funny as everyone makes it out to be. i mean, there were a couple of lines that were epic. and also, sacha baran cohen surprsingly makes a very good looking austrian homosexual. i think he should look like that all the time.

bonded with the siblings yesterday. splurged on ice cream and was forced to drive to stewart park to sit on benches and expose myself to young children unintentionally.

evidence:



ciao.

here comes the briiiiide

i SWEAR, everyone is getting married. today and yesterday i had at least twenty people all last-minute shopping for weddings occurring today.
i say, if i ever find myself in a position where multiple friends are getting married the same day, i will find out:

1. what the food will be like
2. the availability of good looking men

those two will be my determining factors for which wedding to attend. unless it's eleanor's. then it doesn't matter if the only attendees are 90 year old men and the food tastes like bunny snacks.

i bought these babies today:



or at least something like them. they make me feel cool, not gonna lie.

you are never bitter, deceptive or petty :-)

eating chinese, contemplating why i always stick my nose in other people's business and try to save others from the emotionally inevitable.

i think, deep inside, i must be a nice person because i can genuinely feel so empathetic for people it makes me sad. especially when i suffered through the same thing. i am always trying to fucking help and "save" people. it never works. we can't change anyone. it makes me not believe in therapy, because they say the best kind of therapy is talking to your friends, but if you don't listen to your friends then what is the fucking poiiintttt.

i wish i could lighten this blog up with some inspiring quotes and witty musings instead of rants.

i'll go pick up some animorphs from the library and watch dr quinn to make myself feel better. yes.



p.s. i would reword this in the way im thinking it, but i realized that saying what you really feel can result in consequences. simply put: you don't have to wear makeup and heels when you go to your friends house for two hours.

Winston Churchill

is the first thing that popped up when i typed "w" in the title space.

i begin baby watching tomorrow. i'm kind of nervous, honestly, but plan to google emergency information. and plus, jackie is going to give me a long ass list on important baby things.

the cousins are here. they aren't supposed to be, and i have to sleep on the couch tonight to retrieve the baby at 7:20 am. i really hope my family doesn't scare her.

midget studio is all set up for the most part. i created a little still potato still life for myself. i'll post pictures of its cuteness.

must go be polite and say hi and whatnot.

and yay my first follower.
e is for eleanor.

be your own pet

it smells like bunny piss in here.
spent the whole day with E (i don't know if she wants me posting her name so she's E for now) and we rendezvoused, initiated babies, attempted to assemble a drafting table and succeeded in ultimate laziness.
the table was a pain in the ass, but my parents managed to figure it out in the end so now i feel ready to start decorating and feng-shuing my mini studio. there has to be another word for mini. a word that is smaller than mini. i'm going to thesaurus it right now.
babyish
dwar
midget
petite
wee
oh god midget... hahaha i have a midget studio. (no offense actual midgets who preferred to be called little people)
if i'm not too tired i think i'll haul the rest of my 'supplies' down to the room and maybe start blue-puttying the shit out of it.



p.s. i hate that every time i drive somewhere at night around here, i have to be on deer watch. and in the daytime, amish watch.
hahahahahahahaaa. hahahahahahahahaaa.

nomnomnom

things that could make today a good day:

-the washing machine is fixed.
-i spontaneously received a squishy new mattress. i ass-tested it's squishiness and find it satisfying.
- i won lipgloss at work today. random and spearminty.
- i listened to bollywood on my way to work.
-i am going to have freshly shaved legs in about 30 minutes
- i found out we get a phone update in a month. no more ghetto charging-my-battery-in-my-sister's-phone business.
-i get to eat tiramisu in four hours.
- getting an art desk tomorrow. (YAY MINI STUDIO!!)

have to go pick up mutti now. au revoir.


p.s. i hate this new look:



we have 494826358 of this style at work. and whoever came up with these hideous slitted designs is severely mentally challenged.

restless.

trickkyyyyyyy

hello,

i love you, won't you tell me your name?


inspiration is coming from all directions.
art
music
poetry
blogs

i just want to create.

the quote in my about me, although it's someone else's unique quote on their oh-so famous blog, is the perfect description of my being. so i don't feel bad for technically "stealing" it from someone's page. and also, i have read every one of chuck palahniuk's books. i am not cheating.

i went into the gallery today after work to see the light fantastic exhibit. i never actually get to look at everything because if roger is working he will undoubtedly get up and start talking to me. i'm pretty sure he doesn't remember my name though. we talked about advertising, cliches, goals, crooks and pricing art.

doesn't it ever seem kind of ridiculous when like a 6 x 6 painting is priced $400? is it just me? i think it is. i'm not supposed to say those things.

our washing machine needs to be fixed. now. i have a mountain of clothes waiting to be washed behind me. it's sickening.