As a friend of mine said the other day "It starts with fuck you, you're drunk. What's not to love?" Hawksley Workman is so classy ( Read more... )

Oh blarg ( Read more... )

I have ( Read more... )

I think I think I think I want to do a lot more yoga and pilates and stuff. I think being an instructor would be amazing. It would also be a lot of work. I would have to get a lot better. A LOT better. And, y'know, work at it. For like twenty years ( Read more... )

It's a strange feeling to realise someone is cooler than you and to be okay with it ( Read more... )

I think I may have discovered and fallen in love with lipstick? Made an impulse buy of an Estee Lauder eyeliner today in order to get the free gift. In my defense, I HAD been thinking about getting a grey eyeliner, though I was going to buy a cheapo one. Estee Lauder's automatic eye-pencil duos are probably my favourite make-up item ever though. ( Read more... )

TODAY FOR DINNER I had nasty leftover rice. It was 'Sidekicks' rice from yesterday that I had already made half of at a previous date. Clearly I did not put enough sauce powder in the first time, because there was WAY TOO MUCH flavour this time. Too much flavour, in this case, meant it was nasty. Though maybe using vegetable oil instead of ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just want to cry at all the beauty in the world and that I'm not contributing to it. I get mad urges. I want to be a writer or a photographer or something. I want to make people want to be what I am. But but but I don't have the drive, you know? I don't have the determination or the confidence to write. To do anything that involves ( Read more... )

To Do:

-get a job (the pool? the library? a daycare? a bookstore?)
-volunteer (SPCA dog-walking! Also, Ronald McDonald house?)
-buy a good Spanish-English dictionary (SPANISH! HOORAY FOR SPANISH!)
-purchase the things that I'm missing (toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, kitchen scissors, a kitchen timer, ziploc bags, a silverware rack)
-pick up ( Read more... )

I often feel, when I make it home at the end of the night, that I've left something undone. Having done so, it seems, has lead me to feeling however it is I'm feeling at that point, be it lonely, jealous, annoyed, or simply unsatisfied. Maybe, the thought goes, I could have done one thing more, and I wouldn't have felt that way ( Read more... )