go to fabric store. buy too much sparkly stuff. and some hummingbirds. steal roommates glue. attack slick headphone ear pieces with tomato knife to create adhesive friction. half bottle of white wine. Grease sound track. Done in no time.
In other news, last night I saw blue scholars with Sam and Sarah. it was fun. Sarah and I pretended we were single while Sam was off being drunk..and we scoffed at all the overly preened short skirt birds. Ever notice how these sorts of birds only come in two colors? Orange or sickly white? See this is when I start to get in trouble. GIRL POWER XXX. LADIES, I love you all. even if you’re crazy town packaged in lycra bandage dresses.
“But it’s none of your business, buddy, what he does with his hair. It would be all right, in a way, if you thought his personal affectations were sort of funny. Or if you felt a tiny bit sorry for him for being insecure enough to give himself a little pathetic goddam glamour. But when you tell me about it — and I’m not fooling, now — you tell me about it as though his hair was a goddamn personal enemy of yours. That is not right — and you know it. If you’re going to to war against the System, just do your shooting like a nice, intelligent girl — because the enemy’s there, and not because you don’t like his hairdo or his goddam necktie.” ― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
Damn. For a while there I was learning how to make this blog PC so that POTENTIAL FUTURE EMPLOYERS wouldn’t think I was totally insane… well, that didn’t work apparently but I got hired anyway. hOORAH!
Life has been pretty fast lane lately. I’ve been doing stuff every weekend since early July so no spare time at all! In the other other news, AS IN, LIKE, THE BEST NEWS EVER… a new baby girl shot into the world last Saturday at 2 AM:
You might be too pretty for this world, Stella.