Hollywood Cat Lady

So, this whole Tumblr thing? I never really could get into it. It seemed remarkably time consuming...and I, of course, fill my time on the Internet with entirely productive things...sure, totally. Anyway, I would find links to Tumblr blogs occasionally, and I tried to use it once for blogging, but ultimately I never really committed.

But recently, with the new crop of funny "snapshot of life" blogs like WhenInLA, MyFriendsAreMarried, and  HollywoodAssistants (which got optioned for a pilot, daaamn), I've been exploring.

And enjoying.

And after my little imitations on Friday, I got a little bug up my butt, to utilize a quaint little phrase.

Then came this:

Hollywood Cat Lady

If you're on Tumblr, follow me! Or...don't, whatever, I don't care. I don't know. I just fucking love gifs right now.

When I try to pick something up off the floor without getting out of bed.

When a guy way out of my league chats me up in a bar.

When I carry my cat to bed with me against his will.

Home At Last

I do not like when I wake up and the ever-present hair tie on my wrist (seen in every photograph taken of me ever) has rolled up my chubby arm to the point where it has been cutting off my circulation for lord knows how long and will remained indented for a good few hours now.

But that small inconvenience matters not. First of all, it's the freaking weekend. CHEERS. So there's that.

PLUS!

I am actually as happy as a clam right now. That is, if that clam had no fear of being made into delicious chowder. Last night, I registered my domain name, and I now have a home at:

www.freakoutincolor.com

I know, right? I'm so fucking fancy, dudes.

Update your bookmarks, my precious readers. I can still be found at my Blogspot address, by why go there when you can go here? 

You might see some more changes soon...a new layout? Some new ads? WHO KNOWS? 

Keep coming back. I'll pay you in cookies. 

Is your heart feeling chilly?

Come on in.

Let's warm it up.

Things I Love

*When I'm feeling fabulous, and having a great hair day, and my outfit rocks, and the sun is shining, and someone tries to hit on me. 

*When I back into my favorite parking spot at work on the first try. 

*When I'm on a date, and I lock eyes with a guy while doing something particularly adorable or ridiculous...and they clearly appreciate it.

*When I'm driving during rush hour and I just cruise on past dozens of cars because I picked the magical fast lane.

*When I've had a busy week of socializing out in the world, which means I have new episodes of all my favorite TV shows to watch on Friday night...and a bottle of wine in the fridge.

*And when I'm curled up with Bentley in bed, and a cool breeze soothes me to sleep, and it's the weekend, and everything is wonderful.

Bowling Date Style

Lawyer-To-Be suggested bowling for Date #2. Is there some advice site out there telling dudes to suggest an "activity date" for the second round? The Ginger picked pool, LTB picked bowling. It amuses me. It's a good piece of advice, actually...but am I good at bowling?

I've been bowling maybe once in the last ten years, at a family reunion. And I sucked. Prior to that my last bowling adventures involved black lights, smoke machines and a bunch of 14 year olds in pajamas thinking they were way cool for being out past 10. I warned LTB that I am a terrible if enthusiastic bowler, but I figured my inadequacies would be totally charming, as they most certainly were when I attempted to play pool...right? Right.

NIFTY BOWLING SOCKS.

We definitely had fun! Drank a few beers, bowled a few frames. I was pretty awful 92% of the time but I did get a turkey (three strikes in a row, biiitch) and broke 100 once. 134, to be precise. We trash talked, we flirted, we laughed. All in all, good time had. Taylor moment: accidentally saying "nice to meet you!" as we parted, instead of the intended "nice to see you!" I'm a hot awkward mess. But I don't think he minded. He earns points for the following things: offering to drive, renting a Zipcar so he could drive, and being super duper cute.

So anyway, I had issues deciding what to wear. I will confess that right now my one pair of jeans are just a smidge tight....but my other pair are a bit too big. And considering the absolutely exhausting physicality of bowling, I definitely wanted to be comfortable and not spend the night hiking my pants up. Not cute. I was thinking leggings + dress, but felt a bit ridiculous wearing a dress to go bowling, even if it was a casual one. And leggings are NOT pants. Then I thought maybe shorts + tights, but the look was a bit too sexy for a night at the lanes...obviously I put a lot of thought into this.

Ultimately, I wore the too big jeans, and sneakily pulled them up whenever he was bowling,  because I'm classy, and rocked my apparent standard 2nd date tank top. Cute and casual and not evident that it took me an unseemly amount of time to get ready.

When you only take one pic, you are
 stuck with your awkward faces FOREVER.

And awkward mirror shots too.

• Floral Tank by Brandi Melville
• Black Jeans by Jolt
• Cardigan by Takeout
• Flats by Divided from H&M
• Bow Necklace from Like I Remember...

Things I Hate

*When I reach out to pick up a can of soda or a water bottle and I expect it to be full, but it's empty. Or vice versa. Throws me off.

*When I am the first damn car at a light, and I do not have my turn signal on, but some asshole pulls up next to me in the right turn lane to try and cut me off.

*When I think I'm looking soooo cute strutting in front of Cute Co-Worker's desk in my sexy leather boots...and totally trip in a very un-graceful fashion.

*When I need just a few items at the grocery store after work, and it's busy, and I'm tired, so I use the self-checkout, and get stuck behind some idiot who has never used the machines before and decides peak traffic time is the perfect time to learn.

*When people cannot be bothered to read more than the first sentence of an email, and ask me endless questions that they would know the answers to if they read my fucking email.

*And finally, when there's something delicious-looking in the display case at Starbucks, and I can't have it because I specifically didn't bring money so I wouldn't buy something delicious.

Sausage and Pumpkin Pasta

I have raved on this blog before about the culinary delights on Emily Bites. Basically, anything you attempt to make from her site will be an amazing joy explosion in your mouth, and she is a beautiful, kind-hearted creature whose brain I would not mind stealing. Or borrowing. Permanently.

Anywho.

Now that fall is finally upon us, it's time to start eating everything and anything pumpkin flavored. Last night I whipped a batch of her sausage and pumpkin pasta, which has been touted as one of her very best concoctions.

I do declare, it was pretty damn tasty.

Only took one terrible picture before it all went IN MY MOUTH.

I did expect it to taste more pumpkiny, but it was definitely delicious and flavorful. Also VERY filling. I used the recommended brand of turkey sausage and it was super tasty...and by the way, removing sausage from a casing feels a bit like playing with a condom. Or a flaccid penis. Not that I've ever done that...

And now you're ravenous, aren't you?

Mr. Handsome

Visual Memories: August 30th, 2011 4:53 PM - Stonehenge, England

NaNoWriMo: Kickoff!

Okay, peoples. It's November 1st. The time has come.

NANOWRIMO.

I just love saying that.

Things of note:


1) I did not plot my story in advance. I am just writing and seeing what comes out. Perhaps not my best laid plan, but we'll see how it goes.

2) I will be counting any words written on this here blog in my total word count. Why? Because I am a big fat cheater. And I want to actually finish this time. And I don't want to NOT post on my blog because I'm too busy writing the Next Great American Novel. And I do what I want.

3) I will likely post snippets here or there of what I'm working on, but I am incredibly insecure about my fiction writing, so no guarantees. The last time I let someone read something I wrote he never even told me what he thought, so that kind of crushed my confidence.


Okay, I do believe that's all I have to say. LET'S DO THIS.