Today's adventure included a Home Depot rental truck, FA Cup game, and a little town called Jonesboro. I used to wonder why people would drive large trucks, but today I discovered that it makes you feel like you have the biggest cock (however theoretical) in the world. You feel invincible.
At the moment, I'm in my pajamas, watching "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" on ABC Family. This is the culmination of my early 20s.
If you've seen my Twitter, you probably already know. But I have an announcement.
I quit my job.
Yes, you've read that right. In cash strapped economic conditions, I have, indeed, made the choice to be gainfully unemployed. Being a paralegal wasn't my first choice as an ideal line of work, but when I accepted it, I made a promise to myself that I would keep it for a year (11 months, that's close enough, right?). Now, since that year is up, I have decided to pursue other interests.
What this may all entail, I have no idea. But no worries, this blog WILL continue... partly because I enjoy writing and mostly because my vanity demands I detail my life as much as possible so strangers can come and gawk.
For now, I'm going to be doing some serious traveling. Tennessee next month for a music festival, then off to Hong Kong, Thailand, Korea, and possibly Nepal. After that? The possibilities are endless.
It feels like Monday. I know it's Tuesday, and I should be well rested after a long weekend, but I'm not. I spent most of my weekend staying up until 2-3 a.m. because I'm a fucking lunatic night owl. It was the start of Mondo Homo last weekend, and a few of my friends were in "Billy Budd, A Portrait in Seaman" yesterday at Eyedrum. I love watching people dress up in polyester in 80+ degree weather. Also, fake mustaches & facial hair is a plus, as well as Aubrey's anchor panties.
I love this T-shirt, as well as this sequin skirt. Working in going out gear into a daytime outfit is fantastic. Sequins with industrial boots and perfectly broken in tanks? Yes, please.
tank. T by A. Wang. skirt. F21. jacket.Yubsshop. boots. Jeffrey Campbell.
Somewhere in California, I fucked up my right foot. (I also lost a ring, but that's another story.) I'm pretty sure it was when I was drunkenly walking around Huntington Beach in my cheapass Forever 21 Alexander Wang knock-offs. I need to see a podiatrist, but I doubt my insurance covers injuries sustained from poor choices of footwear. I've been wearing flats lately, and it's been making me drool for heels like this:
I wish I had a funny story to tell about my weekend, but I spent most of it watching and sobbing to Reality Bites, starring Winona Ryder (pre-sticky Saks situation) and Ethan Hawke (pre-heroin skinny). That movie is so brilliant in so many ways. Could you ever imagine Jeanane Garafalo ever working at the Gap? Yeah, me neither.
Also, go ahead and find out if you're a high functioning alcoholic. Apparently, certain career fields yield more HFAs than others - mine, in particular. harhar. Explains the stench on my coworker's breath after lunch.
crop top. Topshop. white tank. T by A. Wang. pants. MMM6. shoes. Aldo.
This pretty much sums up why I love film so much more than digital. All of my packages have arrived. Wonderful goodies are abound. I just have one last thing that I'm waiting to receive... something that has rendered me without shopping funds for the rest of the month. However, c'est si bon.
I'm back in Atlanta and trying to get settled back. Why is unpacking so hard? Lots of exciting things are happening all at once - one of which is that I'm looking for all the packages that I ordered right before I left for Cali. Why does the post never come on time when you look for them?
I'm trying to plan a vacation in early July. I'm going to be around Asia, so I was looking for some suggestions of where I should go. Give me your advice!
Woke up at the ass crack of dawn* to drive to Huntington Beach. This is quite difficult to do when you're battling a hangover the size of Texas and trying not to cringe at snippets of memories of a tattoo clad barman escorting you back to your room.
Stopped by a Coffee Bean for the strongest java available. In the meantime...
How appropriate that Lykke Li would be singing about how material things keep people apart when I am in the heart of the city with the flashiest cars, skankiest women, and blinged out thugs. No, I'm not in da A (albeit "Real Housewives of Atlanta" would have proved me otherwise), but on a weekend getaway to the city of Angels. (Los Angeles, for those of you out of the loop.)
I'm staying at the Thompson Hotel in Beverly Hills tonight and absolutely floored by the room design. All rooms feature fantastic artwork, sleek furniture, and sparkling bathrooms complete with dimmed lighting (so you can look extra good putting on your make-up while drunk). Any hotel that has copies of V Magazine in each room gets extra points in my book.
Last night, Aubrey and I were indulging ourselves in a mid-week feast of Mrs. Winner's (Chicken and Biscuits) and "The Sound of Music," a classic musical that should only be watched when ill because how else can one deal with the high pitched voices of SEVEN children? Out of sheer boredom, we created a drinking game to help viewers cope with the whining.
Take a drink when...
- Maria touches her head. - you see a cross. - Liesl says Rolfe's name. - the mean nun makes a bitchface at Maria. - you realize there is no way in hell Liesl could pass as a 16-year-old. - the children line up in a row. - they sing a note you can't reach. - the Captain makes a gayface at the camera. - there is an innuendo that the Captain is banging the Baroness. - you see a swastika. - someone blows a whistle. - TWO SHOTS and a stream of swear words for when Rolfe does the "Heil Hitler."
I've been feeling a bit underwhelmed lately by my closet. I was going to write a paragraph expounding upon the importance of a well fitting, classic trench, but I decided not to bore you. Instead, I'm going to discuss camping/mountain cabins/outdoor living. I lump all those words into one topic in the sense that I don't get the hype. There is nothing romantic or attractive about having no access to the wonders of indoor plumbing and general disregard for daily hygiene. And with the mosquitoes that fly around Georgia's wooded areas, why risk contracting West Nile virus?
I only do fabled nature, like that scene in "Pride and Prejudice" where Keira Knightley contemplates at the edge of the mountains. (Or when she takes that walk at the end in the digital steppes. Who else thinks that they fucked up with the too fake green screen?)
I suppose it's contradictory that I'm going to Bonnaroo next month.
coat. Uniqlo. grey dress. Jenni Kayne. wedges. Faryl Robin. hat. American Apparel.
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