Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Things I get from my mother.

My boobs.
My shopping problem.
My hands
And a new discovery: my extremely low alcohol tolerance.
( Not the fact that it is extremely low just where it came from. We are southern catholics for crying out loud)

No one should ever leave us alone together again. We can make your head spin at how fast we spend money and get drunk.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

M&M World, how I loathe the tourist trap that you are.

And not to mention, I'm still bitter the Strawberry Peanut Butter M&Ms were a limited edition.
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Carrie's apartment.

Took me this long, but I finally made it to the famous stoop.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010

If all else fails.

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Monday, March 22, 2010

Just breathe.

Whenever I get stressed, my dad likes to tell me I need less cigarettes and more air, food and water.

Well. I think I need an oxygen tank, Daddy-O.

(sorry about all this stress talk, I promise to resume random recockulousness after this week is over. hopefully.)

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Hanging on by a thread.

Do you think if I tell my teacher "The very thought of you makes me want to slit my wrists?", I'd still get an A?

Yea. That's what I thought, too.

I haven't been this stressed out since I realized I would be homeless in 9 days if that gives you a gauge at how much work I have to do. Ah! Back to work. The nazi in my brain tells me I can only have 5 minutes every couple of hours.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Coffee and Mac and Cheese.

God how I feel like a college student all over again.

Can someone please tell me what the point of the St. Patrick's Holiday is?
Besides drinking a ton of beer on an empty stomach (was that just me?)
Oh the things you will do just because a cute boy asks you.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Maybe I should be drunk dialing.

The two songs that have been on rotation in my head for the entire day have been GaGa's Telephone and LMFAO's Shots.

It's a fabulous party in here, let me tell ya.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Remember me.

Too intense for a Monday night.
Just sayin.
Wish someone would have told me.
You're welcome.

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Jewelry by LuShea

Recently I was contacted by a jewelry website, Jewelry by LuShea (check out their pendants) to review their website and products. I am no expert by any means but here we go.

Generally, I'm not a jewelry shopper. I stick to what I know and since moving to New York my accessory collection has dwindled to a few select pieces. I was super stoked to see they had horseshoe earrings. I had been wanting them forever, so what did I pick? The horseshoe earrings.

As I was reading the description for them, it said there was a matching necklace and ring (totally could have rocked the necklace) but I couldn't find them on the site, so I went with them anyway. I thought they would be perfect for my second holes.

I adore the box they came in (seeing as I'm all about packaging now) and I was excited they were smaller than I perceived from the website. And they've been in my ears ever since. Perfect for casual or snazzing yourself up.

Why am I only picturing one? Because the other one was in my ear at the time.

Why am I not showing you a picture of them on me?
Because after a year or so of not wearing earrings in my second piercing, it turned my ear all red :-( maybe in a few days. Until then, yall should check out the site!

Thanks again!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Thanks. I was planning on it anyway.

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

This sucks

I probably shouldn't be even typing this on my blackberry it hurts so much.
Wrist pains suck. Realizing everything you do relies on your hands sucks even more.
I don't know what happened. All I know is I have a strong desire to whine about it.
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The most stressful part of design is always printing.

The Tech guy in the printing lab just told me I always look stressed and when he sees me he always rushes my work for me.
I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing (I was wondering why my stuff was ready super quick) but I do know it's a sign I need to keep my neurosis in check.

I'm so stressed I'm freaking the tech guy out. Maybe I should buy him a beer? Maybe in like 3 years. He doesn't look old enough now.
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Yes: we broke up. No: I don't want to talk about it.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I got here by boat.

When I told someone where I was from, he asked me if everything was still under water.

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