I don’t know if I’ve ever fallen more in blog love than I have with seaofshoes.com. The blog is run by Jane, a sixteen year old girl living in Texas. Not sure if she’s a model or what, but she is the cutest thing in the world and I will be spending a good part of today going through her archives. I found her via lookbook.nu, but feel like I’ve see her before (in a magazine? on tumblr?). Check her out!
16 and a closet to DIE for. She’s super cute and I like that I don’t sense an ounce of pretension, which is astonishing considering the contents of said closet. Great find, Jessica!
“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and then played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like a sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which i know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.”—
Attempting to create* my GPOYW using paint is quite interesting on many levels.
1. It’s testing my creativity, great for work thinking.
2. shitty mouse + paint <> great artistry.
3. The finished product will be put up soon.
P.S. - I feel like Andy Dufresne from Shawshank working on this thing. Trying to be convert, and make subtle changes so to not alert the powers that be is exciting but excruciating! That, and I’m actually trying to get other stuff done today.
What is the deal with dressing like an old woman at work? There is a 29 year old girl in my client’s office that wears khaki pants and a knit polo shirt with these black floppy sandals that cover half of her foot. Everyday. She’s 29 - how does this happen? I know we live in a world where ‘business casual’ reigns supreme, but why does that turn almost every woman over 35 into someone who looks like a washed up gym teacher?
There are women all over this office who dress as though they’re competing to be on the next Oprah makeover show. What the hell? I know Target and Wal-mart are making some affordable fashions these days, so for the life of me, I have no idea where these women are buying these atrocious outfits. I see enough elastic waistband skirts and orthopedic shoes on a daily basis you’d think I worked in a retirement community. Orthopedic shoes, at 40? Really ladies? I mean, you’re a desk jockey for crying out loud. If you strapped on a cute 2in heel, and waddled to the bathroom twice a day, Pete from accounting might ask you out. Otherwise, you just look like his mother.
It cannot be difficult to recover from fashion fallout. Oprah, Ricky, Tyra…Sally Jesse - they’ve all mastered the formula, and you can too.
-Put on a cute fucking dress.
-Wear Spanx if you need to smooth out the bulge, even the 20 year olds are doing that these days.
-Throw on a cute belt over that dress to give yourself a waist. You do still have one.
-Heels. At least 2 inches.
-Get a real haircut. Stop going to your husband’s barber for that short, feathered shit you’ve had on your head for the last decade. Highlights will complete the look.
-Makeup is simple. Head to your nearest beauty counter and ask for something natural. Find the salesperson who looks like what you would like to look like. Avoid the lady with the blue eyeshadow.
I LOVED this speech. Gary is an unbelievably inspiring guy.
I read an Obama support button last week that really resonated with me. It read “We are the one’s we’ve been waiting for”. Gary’s speech has such far reaching implications, you’re missing out if you haven’t watched it. We really are the one’s we’ve been waiting for - and he wants to make sure you know it.
I’ve decided, after seeing the precious children on The Holiday, as well as too many Harry Potter viewings, that I must move to the UK when I get knocked up. It’s the only way I can be assured that my children will speak so adorably.
Granted, there needs to be a man in the picture before any of that happens. So that buys me about 5 years. And, come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind if he had an adorable accent as well.
So. Forbes came out with this “dubious listicle” ranking America’s top cities for being single, because lord knows Americans love Rankings. Rankings mean there are Winners and, more importantly, Losers! Even in categories that sort of can’t at all in any way be quantified! No matter, sez Forbes. Put a number next to it and declare it to be that number and then make up fake stuff called “methodology” and pretend you used it to get that number! “Methodology” that includes stuff like “coolness,” and also “online dating” which is so obviously something that should be tied to a physical location and also something that totally can be represented by a number! But wait! They forgot to factor in quantity of cats! I think that’s probably the best indicator of singleness in the world. Far, far better than cost of a six-pack, which they really did factor in. I’m telling you. CATS.
Okay then. So! IS New York really deserving of this whole EIGHTH PLACE thing? I mean, are there even seven other cities in the US?? Real cities? No. No, there are not.
For example, “Minneapolis” managed to tie for 3rd best place to be single. Minneapolis?? Who goes to college and says, “Fuck getting my MRS degree HERE, I’m moving to Minneapolis after I graduate because I hear it is totally the Third Best City Ever for Singles and I am going to bring new meaning to the made-up word ‘manizer’ and carve dozens of notches into my new Mac lipstick case!”
I’m thinking … no one. No one says that.
But I’m willing to entertain the notion that I’m biased.
Do you think NY is the 8th best city in which to be single? Or do you think it’s the BEST CITY EVER for singles?
I’m certainly not agreeing with the fact that Atlanta is the #1 city to be single. How in the hell is this being determined? The ratio of single girls to single guys here goes between 5:1 and 7:1. If you’re a dude in this town, you can have your pick. If you’re a girl, it’s a different story, but the same old song and dance.
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing.
Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.”
I hope that you realize that Rocky movies, much less a Rocky marathon, is the last thing your target demographic would like to watch? I was hoping to catch a re-run of the new Rachel Zoe show, but alas there are no female fashionistas on your channel today. Adrienne doesn’t count. Please rethink this for next week. I’ll be working from home again, and I need some entertainment between emails
Okay, last time I checked, price gouging was illegal, fellas. Gas in Atlanta ranges right now anywhere from $3.89 to $5.20!!! How the hell are you getting away with this? All I’m saying is that I feel awful for you poor bastards that didn’t fill your cars up last night, because every radio station in the city is fueling (pun intended) the feeding frenzy at the pumps this lovely Friday afternoon.
This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again
I watched a horrible car accident happen today from less than 30 feet away.
My parents were in town, and we had just finished lunch. As we walked out of the restaurant, we heard screeching breaks and a distinct crunching sound. At that instant, we saw a Nissan Pathfinder airborne, rolling on top of a small Acura, rolling onto the pavement and landing upright in a small ‘island’ median. Had the guy in the Pathfinder not had his seat belt on, he would have been ejected (as everything in his car was - including a huge car battery). His passenger side was crushed in a way that would have severely injured anyone else in the car. It was surreal. I ran to make sure that 2 of the 3 drivers were okay, as other samaritans were taking care of the 3rd driver.
I haven’t posted many personal things on this blog, but I felt like I had to share this today. I am currently applying to medical school and being at the accident scene today made me excited about the journey ahead. As the paramedics and firemen arrived, I was oddly jealous that I couldn’t participate further. One day, I’ll have that priviledge but until then, I know that if necessary, I want to be rescued by the 2 hot fire fighters from the Buckhead fire station.
From: pocketnovel Date: August 30, 2008 6:43:28 PM EDT To: [redacted] Subject: I know better than to reblog something like this…
…but you look way cuter in this picture than in your icon: [Link to picture here]
Can’t wait for Media Meshing to see which in fact is the real [you] ;)
In case you haven’t noticed, you are now the Tumblr version of a high school slut. I don’t think your ‘famous’ dad would be proud, that’s for damn sure.
Damn. I try to keep it classy, but I’ve been missing out on some awesome sluttiness. And after reading this, it makes me wonder why there isn’t a Tumblr dating service. I guess some people take it upon themselves?