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Monday, December 3, 2012
SEC Day #1: Jungle Style
Remember a few weeks ago when I mentioned the idea of doing a "self esteem challenge", wherein I actually put effort into my appearance and do something with my hair besides a messy bun?
Well, I'm fucking doing it.
Or at least, I did today. I took a shower. And did shit to my headsuit. And gave a crap.
We'll see how long it lasts.
As evidenced by thousands of words of bitching and moaning, I have not had the best time of it lately. Oftentimes, I am a cranky, self-critical, fatty-feeling mess. But you now what's funny? My mood and my self-perception are 100x better when I, you know...feel pretty.
Funny how that works.
Well, I'm fucking doing it.
Or at least, I did today. I took a shower. And did shit to my headsuit. And gave a crap.
We'll see how long it lasts.
As evidenced by thousands of words of bitching and moaning, I have not had the best time of it lately. Oftentimes, I am a cranky, self-critical, fatty-feeling mess. But you now what's funny? My mood and my self-perception are 100x better when I, you know...feel pretty.
Funny how that works.
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| Peacock and leopard...I'm in a JUNGLE TODAY. |
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| The headscarf only lasted maybe 32 minutes. |
- Peacock Dress by Forever 21
- Cardigan by Cotton On
- Leggings by Just One
- Belt by Had It For Ages
- Booties by Naughty Monkey
- Necklace by Forever 21
- Leopard Headscarf by I Don't Know, I Cut The Tag Off
Me, today.
I woke up this morning and for one minute, my heart was filled with happy. Rain was coming down outside my window, Bentley immediately approached to snuggle with me, and my alarm hadn't gone off yet.
Then I remembered.
It is Monday.
And I knew I would be returning to the prison of my office in just a few short hours.
That's really all I have to say right now.
Fuck this job.
And fuck Mondays.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Social Flutterby
I feel weird.
I drove to The Married Couple's place in Woodland Hills and the man of the house DD'd for us classy ladies, which was very much appreciated. I drank copious amounts of sangria, chatted with a hot guy in a tie, and reunited with my core group of peoples. Definitely glad I dragged my lazy, homebody ass out on the town. I crashed in the Couple's adorable guestroom, played with their pup, then drove to the office to get the last of some bullshit stupid physical labor done.
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I went out into the world this weekend. More than once. And had fun?
It happens so rarely. I'm trying to process.
First there was sushi Friday out with my college roomie, and last night was the birthday party for a close friend's new boyfriend, lover, life partner, live-in concubine, manfriend etc. (What? I don't know the inner workings of their relationship, I'd hate to leave it too open to interpretation...) He turned 25 a few days ago, and the two of them just got their first real world adult jobs and an adorable apartment in South Pasadena together, so the theme was...being classy, essentially?
Which meant lots of cute boys in suits, and a chance to wear heels.
Approved.
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| Didn't think to take a picture of my ensemble...it was boring. But classy. |
I drove to The Married Couple's place in Woodland Hills and the man of the house DD'd for us classy ladies, which was very much appreciated. I drank copious amounts of sangria, chatted with a hot guy in a tie, and reunited with my core group of peoples. Definitely glad I dragged my lazy, homebody ass out on the town. I crashed in the Couple's adorable guestroom, played with their pup, then drove to the office to get the last of some bullshit stupid physical labor done.
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And now I'm home.
On my ass. With the cat. Social-ed out.
Fun makes me tired.
Inspector Bo
Mr. Bo Obama inspects the White House holiday decorations and gives his approval.
LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FUCKING PAWS!!!!
OH MY GOD.
Dead.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
"This is my winter song to you..."
A Christmas song for people who don't like Christmas music.
*What I really wanted to post, of course, was this adorable video. But no, cockblocked but motherfucking Vevo.
December Photo Challenge
Oh, December, I do love you so. You might just be my very favorite month after March! Don't you feel special? I bet you do.
I really enjoyed doing the August Photo Challenge a few months ago, but never remembered to commit to doing another one. Because, what now children?
"YOU'RE LAZY!"
Yes that's true. But today, I am not lazy. I am starting a December Photo Challenge. Not only that, I decided to make up my own guide. I used the lists over at Fat Mum Slim for inspiration, and came up with a few prompts on my own. I may post a picture every day, or I might save up a few and post every few days...depends on how prolific I am on the blog this month, I suppose! (Hey, I averaged 3 posts a day in November, not too shabby.)
One exciting change from my last photo challenge: I will be using my real camera for all my shots. None of this iPhone camera nonsense. As much as love my Instagram, Pixlromatic and PicFrame.
If you want to play along with me, let me know in the comments and link me to your blog. I'll give a shout out to anyone who uses my photo list and post some of your pics!
If you're curious what photos you might see this month, follow me behind the cut...or just enjoy the titillating anxiety of surprise.
HAPPY DECEMBER!
I really enjoyed doing the August Photo Challenge a few months ago, but never remembered to commit to doing another one. Because, what now children?
"YOU'RE LAZY!"
Yes that's true. But today, I am not lazy. I am starting a December Photo Challenge. Not only that, I decided to make up my own guide. I used the lists over at Fat Mum Slim for inspiration, and came up with a few prompts on my own. I may post a picture every day, or I might save up a few and post every few days...depends on how prolific I am on the blog this month, I suppose! (Hey, I averaged 3 posts a day in November, not too shabby.)
One exciting change from my last photo challenge: I will be using my real camera for all my shots. None of this iPhone camera nonsense. As much as love my Instagram, Pixlromatic and PicFrame.
If you want to play along with me, let me know in the comments and link me to your blog. I'll give a shout out to anyone who uses my photo list and post some of your pics!
If you're curious what photos you might see this month, follow me behind the cut...or just enjoy the titillating anxiety of surprise.
HAPPY DECEMBER!
Thoughts in hangover form.
First, I bring you an easily adaptable tutorial for how to recover after a shittastic Friday:
1) Drink more than one beer at 4PM at work during a supposed "cleaning party". More than one does not mean two.
2) Go to your favorite sushi restaurant with a girlfriend and drink more beer, and get your vent on, and have a grand old time.
3) Have her drive you home because somehow you got a little drunk with all that beer drinking.
4) Turn off all your lamps, sit in a rainbow light illuminated paradise, and drink tequila.
5) Be drunk.
6) Watch TV.
7) Cuddle a cat.
8) Sleep.
THEN YOU ARE RECOVERED.
Of course, now I'm stuck in a recovery dilemma:
1) I want my car.
2) My car is at work.
3) I need to do some work this weekend (yeah, no shit), so if I walk over to the office, I should be productive.
4) I don't want to be productive.
5) There are large dead plants in the back of my car that I need to exchange.
6) I do not want to do that.
7) But I have to drive to Pasadena tonight and I do not want to do that with dead plants in the car.
8) Bah. Want to stay in bed.
1) Drink more than one beer at 4PM at work during a supposed "cleaning party". More than one does not mean two.
2) Go to your favorite sushi restaurant with a girlfriend and drink more beer, and get your vent on, and have a grand old time.
3) Have her drive you home because somehow you got a little drunk with all that beer drinking.
4) Turn off all your lamps, sit in a rainbow light illuminated paradise, and drink tequila.
5) Be drunk.
6) Watch TV.
7) Cuddle a cat.
8) Sleep.
THEN YOU ARE RECOVERED.
Of course, now I'm stuck in a recovery dilemma:
1) I want my car.
2) My car is at work.
3) I need to do some work this weekend (yeah, no shit), so if I walk over to the office, I should be productive.
4) I don't want to be productive.
5) There are large dead plants in the back of my car that I need to exchange.
6) I do not want to do that.
7) But I have to drive to Pasadena tonight and I do not want to do that with dead plants in the car.
8) Bah. Want to stay in bed.
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