Current agenda:

Tonight:
Sebastian Tellier
Snuggle with Michael, despite the fact I smell like an extra value meal

Thursday:
Open bar with co-workers

Friday:
Rental car and down to Champaign

Saturday-Sunday:
Work a whole lot, crash a bit, go back to Chicago

Wednesday-Thursday:
Leave for Lafayette, Indiana

Friday-Saturday:
Work in Indianapolis

Sunday:
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dear livejournal,

i found a dress. apparently there are not photos of it online, but the shoes i bought to correspond did have photos so this is the shoe i am wearing with my dress (second shoe not featured, but included).

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aquaphor is a blessing from god. there is a heaven and it consists of eucerin filled clouds that penetrate the driest pores of my skin and rehydrates. i am reborn, drenched in essential oils and shit.

note to corporation: i am available for hire. all of these praises and more can be yours for the selling out, for an exceptionally low, low price. ( Read more... )

tonight i made "tuna surprise," except the surprise was that i had no idea what my plan of action was when i was making it. my game plan was to start boiling some noodles and see where it went from there. on that note, i made a potato in the microwave and it has been sitting there for 3 or so hours. i'm going to go get that right now.

update: man, a ( Read more... )

i'm officially boring because i have a corporate job and therefore no time to read livejournal or do basic things like put away my laundry and put fresh sheets on my bed, or buy groceries, so i come home and realize i have nothing to eat again ( Read more... )

 dear livejournal, i'm fat. i suspect it has to do with stuffing my face with gyros and french fries and also the fact that riesen is highly accessible to me at my work. but seriously, if i didn't have that 10 second moment of my day where i can belt out "i neeeed a riiiieeeesseennn! lord yeaaahhh" i really don't know if i'd make it through the day ( Read more... )

And its name was hay fever.

There is no relief. I am beaten, bruised, my nasal cavity as raw as Lindsay Lohan's must feel every morning.

Leaves are dying, my sinuses are dying. My lips are chapped and I look like a torture victim in an Allegra commercial.


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 Today marks the first of what will inevitably be a long and whining series of updates pertaining what I suspect is a sinus infection. Please, don't act too shocked. Like a birthday or an anniversary, this is just another celebration of stricken illness that plagues me every year, but simply prolonged beyond that cake, balloons and marching band ( Read more... )

About a week ago, I read this article on the Men's Health website about 20 Things She Wishes You Knew About Her or How To Get Laid or something along those lines that had gems like these:

You can put down the weights and the protein shakes. You might want us to be perfect looking; we simply want you not to be fat.

Real men drive stick shift.

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1. money
2. a subscription to The New Yorker
3. St Germain Elderflower Liqueur
4. new clothes
5, a copy of Fishing With John on dvd
6. brunch
7. money
8. a bundt pan, a plastic spatula, and mixing bowls
9. a tagine
10. a frame to hang my diploma in. it's currently sitting on the floor. it's a b.s.