Tonight tonight

Tonight I sew. Hope this dress. Turns out, for Victorias sake. Pic when done, or maybe during the wreckage!

Two things: I shall give you an after pic of my hair dye job. Chelon insists I do this, so as payback it shall be of me eating potato chips dipped in potato salad.
Also I do not understand what this baby sees in Radio Head. It stresses me out and makes this whole coffee shop experience, ummm screechy to say the least. Awful child.

Chameleon?

For as long as I can remember I have been going between two looks, really never more nor less. "Blue Crush" or "San Paulo vaca two years ago" is my healthy, beachy, tan, I just read Outside magazine, look and feeling. "Everyday exotic" would be my Audrey Hepburn, trying to look more ethnic than I am look. Do I keep flipping between between these dualities because A. I have no sense of self, B. I have yet to find a hairdresser (God bless you Candy Downs) who will go extreme enough or unfinished enough for me? Therefore Frost and Glow will be my friend (besides that summer you really burnt me F and G, no eyebrows? You never work that quick on my ends!) from 6th grade to the end of time. So here I am again, feeling not myself in dark hair yet knowing everyone will say tomorrow "You look so, um, classy and healthy with dark hair". Colleagues always love the brunette and boys and anyone who knows my personality likes the skunk look, or loves me too much to protest. Bored and not yet sleepy I've done it again and pulled out my emergency pack of F and G (hey at least its not cigarettes!) Im putting a Before and what should be an After picture. If Caleb Followill loves a good skunk, why can't I? Wish me luck... Ignore the cheekne...

This is how im gonna start my mornings from here on out

I especially enjoy the affirmation "I like my hair, I like my haircuts". If I could say that all would be right with the world. My world. me memememe

If I could I would

marry zach galifianakis. I realize many say this but even if he hit me I may take it. I hear he's a real dreamboat under that beard. This is one lucky lady if you ask me.

Not About Love from Zach Galifianakis

little girls going hard on single ladies

Wow, why that, my weird ramblings about trying to be a hard worker and not one cute pic I've tried this mobile mayhem with!?

Wowowow. This week is ridic! So much rehearse and heart hurt and by hurt I mean overwhelming emotion you think hurts bc that's all you know how to translate that much feeling as. This show is scary but fun. Especially fun when we end early and I get to have a dirty martini with lots o olives, whoaa drink with food at the end.

Wow did not think that would post!!!

Coupled humans want to be there for singles but don't really want to be, sneaking off with a bf to avoid giving a single a ride home. This I am guilty of. Maybe because it is (according to the city)or appears to be embar to be in that posish. To be rare in this world, I guess my apparent goal, I have to do what should he weird and say no to socializing. Not just social engagements but straight up friends. I need to be a cave monger.

Tatoos

Are too much commitment for me but clearly not for my darling sister. This is her new one from her juicy squeeze.

Beginning of ROmp season is HERE!

I never felt so good in me life as I did today!

Life: Snack TIme

I think this is an appropriate title for my life right now because its not quite an interim yet I also do hope that it's a stage how much I currently like (love) to snack.
Un island of chicken sausage among tiny pea souls. Mmmm tastes like babysitting..

Copywrite be for the birds!

Tis a real shame I had to take down my inspiraysh blog for legal reasons, but only adds reasons for romp sessions! Lame work thought of the day: Am I not attracted to good looking gay men because they would never be attracted to me and if so, is the soul base of my attraction to someone based on attention? Wow narcissism, wow. I'm a regular Carrie Bradshaw.

This mobile blogging is bitchin!

Who doesnt love a good flight attendant uni?

There is just something about a good old fashioned uni (but tighter and shorter, always) that I can't get enough of. Does it make me an anti feminist that I love to see a woman working? Or more of one? Tonight after work and rehearse all the gizzalls are gonna go see the new Atomic Bombshells show at the triple door and as far as I can tell from the poster there will be shoulder pads galore!It makes me even more excited for the spies show to open in May!! Eeek, so much to do!

On a side note: The other day in my grandma's mink coat she gave me (reversible, gray, delicious) I, out of nowhere, pulled a tiny golden broken off angel wing! I don't know where it came from and i feel like it must be a good luck charm. I wasn't sure if I should keep it with me at all times but the last few days have made me want to hang myself by my shoelaces so it seems I must! Anyone have a delicate gold chain I can hang my broken wing from?

Whewfers On the Garden

So normally I dont like talking too much about my dreams, I realize they can be kind of a snoozefest but if I thought that too much I'd probably stop this all togeth. Last night's just seemed sooo appropriate. I had just woken up from a nap, one of those summer ones where you feel so good you dont feel guilty for wasting away a sunny day. When I came outside dear Agent Rhinestone had been having a work party for in my garden all day. I dont have even a little garden and all the other faces I for sure don't remember. It felt like the dream equivalent of a good hug and a great sunbathe! My faves (well only hugs from people I know, ugghh to a fake hug).

Next time: my new angel wing luck charm! Is it lucky?

Life Moves On

I like the idea of gem being that little kid that smelled like cupcakes and had spikyblue hair (probs kind of harajuku hair). I just found this beaut pendant that looks like I could maybe see into it and tell my fortune. Now that is a gem.

I am a Gem and I am a romper.

I'm mainly excited to do this just to have an excuse to buy every romper i find, merely to add to my collection. But lets just quickly take a look at this lack o romper. Whattt?!