September 2010
August 2010
well I know a lot of you love fashion,
so help a girl out.
I have an interview with a promo agency tomorrow and I’ve heard about how great they are from numerous people. dress code for the interview is dress to impress.
nude pumps, pencil skirt, colourful top, michael kors watch…hair down? rings? earrings? necklace?
dress me, please. xo
Ridin' Solo
Jason Derulo
(I used to hate this song)
I’m feeling good tonight, finally doing me and it feels so right
Time to do the things I like,
going to the club, everything’s alright,
…
I’m feeling like a star, you can’t stop my shine,
I’m loving cloud nine, my head’s in the sky.
I’m solo, I’m riding solo
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, hey girl, magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no – I want magenta!”
—John Mayer
am the only one...
or are you sick of seeing pointy toe high heels, too?
yuck.
on the other hand, I’d LOVE a pair of these:
YSL blue suede pumps $140
this is probably why I’m going broke. I obviously won’t buy the YSL pair… and I’ll restrain myself from any pair of any brand. …well, I’ll try.
my "ddog" - daily dose of gus
my sister is just too clever for coming up with that little acronym.
anyway, here is my g-pa (no longer puppy)
I miss his ears.
Play
“I’m never down. I’m either up, or getting up.”
—
well, I guess I can tell you
remember when I was doing the 30 days 30 letters thing? and they stopped. well, at first it was because I didn’t want to get to the letters that would make me sad. those ones about who broke my heart the hardest or who hurt me the most or anything like that.
but now I’m not writing them because I wrote the letters in my head and verbalized them to myself. then I watched the words floating around the air around with the sadness that I had felt before and watched it all disappear.
now I have no need to write all those letters. :)
