so i completely got sucked into the product blog that i found the shoe wheel on before and came across a lot of amazing things… i can’t can’t blog about all of them, so i cut it down to my three favorite things…

a) anna james’s “verona“.
(described as inspired by juliet’s house in verona, italy – where people have written all over the walls… click! &&& click!) – as much as i’ve read it’s “graffiti” i’m sure that’s not really how anna meant it, plus – pfft, really? now throw a fafinette, some neckface joints, matt siren-ness and some j-hearts on that shit, and i’d be diggy diggy dowwwwwwwwn to spend some dough on that graff armoire… (holy what a hot-collabo that would be, batman!) #diyitup?

oh, and if it isn’t clear, that’s a mirror in the middle…

b) anna james’s “undercover“.
well now, i can’t think of a better, obvious indication on what i’d like to be going down – nahhh meaaaaaaan?
go team, go!
#need #diystencilthatshit

c) j1studio’s “t-shelf“.
i love anything that could resemble stairs of some sort that oscar could climb, and i’d love to set something up like that for him someday, so this totally strikes my fancy… funny enough, a few clicks in – there’s a cat on a shelf! (good thinkin’ jess!)

i just found out from a friend today that my “boy who got away” was well equipped

we never did anything for whatever reason…

go fucking figure.

#wtfwasithinking
#justmyluck
#wompwomp

saturday morning convo with mammle… (about these two brothers > one i’m always confused with a title over… friends, fuck buddies, mildly dating? i have no idea… either way it was on and off for like 2/3 years…

mom: oh i saw the tucci brothers, god are they gorgeous. what are their names again?
me: mike and billy
mom: oh yeah, that’s right. which is the one you used to hang out with?
me: mike
mom: oh, right.
me: did billy still look on the crazy side?
my sister: they both kind of looked the same, with long hair
mom: that mike… (saying something along the lines of “if i were twenty years younger i’d”…)
me: (with puzzled look) jesus, ma!!
mom: (laughing) what?? he’s cute…
me: oh, i know. and i hope you know that i hit that… so, ha.
mom: :gags:
my sister: :gags:

lol

i haven’t gotten any since november.

really?

i have gotta say, i’m kinda pissed and pretty crushed from this weekend.

“nobody ever knows anybody else, ever… you will never know me. ”
- lauren/bret easton ellis (the rules of attraction)

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i dunno, maybe the 4 leaf clover on my wrist is bringing me luck…

holiday cocktail lounge was fun on friday!  hung out with greenwood and sophs<3  went to his apartment on st. mark’s – so cute!  it’s lovely!

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let’s chat about my cat for a minute…  my! does he ever have a little personality about him…  (he’s an asshole…)

no really – he is a fat, spoiled, moody, mushy, perverted, gray, bully.
and i have no idea why…

he started off adorable, playful.  i don’t know what happened.  i brought him home from andrews house after we had broken up…  i got him neutered and declawed and it was all downhill from there.  i didn’t realize that declawing cats altered their moods, or else i would have never done it.  still, i don’t know if that’s the reasoning in this case.

seriously, is life THAT bad where you have to walk around with this puss on all day???  lol!  ->

so this is oscar’s deal.

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being totally recently applicable (wahh!), i have applied bouncing souls lyrics to my life…  (again – monday morning ant brigade) and have started tallying the weekends i’ve not gotten laid.  (starting last weekend).  so let’s see how long this little experiement will go for.

it’s on the right hand side at the bottom of my sidebar.

le sigh.

need to consistently get laid. wtf?

so i have this thing where if traumatic things happen, my brain associates whatever it is with whatever my surroundings are…

strawberries, vodka, hawaiian punch, b&b works pear berry scented and cherry blossom scented items, etc.  just a few things that have been ruined for the rest of my days…

not necessarily just being sick, other stuff too.

at any rate.  my best friend is deathly afraid of birds for whatever reason and i make fun of her.  so she makes fun of me for being scared of clowns.  so the convo snowballed into some weird shit about how she’d never shag a guy in a bird suit…  and i said i’d never have sex with a guy dressed up as a clown.  not even for like a million dollars, because!:

1. that’s scary as all hell
and 2. because i’d never be able to have sex again.

i’m pretty sure my brain would associate scary clowns and sex forever, and i’d be ruined.

i love monday nights that consist of me, gingerale, my bed, my ipod+wifi and a ranger game.

so relaxing.

i broke the spell, lol.

woo!

i’m gonna re-read the book…  then watch it again…  someone bought me the dvd off of my wishlist.
still dunno who…  come forward!

so i made it through a week!
both of you running through my head, work work work, commute that never fails to annoy me, and tons of coffee.

NO MORE PANIC ATTACKS!
(woo! because that shit scared me!)

this weekend is supposed to be nice out.  i’ve got a movie night lined up with the vezz-man, some casci’s/erica hours, and plenty-o relaxation.  took monday off for an appointment, and then it’s smooth sailing through lovely weather.

erica told me she wants to move out of her apartment, away from her sister.  they fight too much, and tonight i learned some stuff that makes it pretty valid.  so i guess maybe we’ll be moving in together…  hopefully by the spring!!!  how wonderful that would be!

…tonight we went out to dinner with her friend- with some kid that seemed and looked like such a goomba but wound up being a total mick – 98% irish actually, lol.  (haha i dunno he kept saying he was only 2% italian) and he wound up talking about how he just got some mix cd from his friend bringing him back to his “skater days” with op-ivy, bouncing souls, nofx and reel big fish on it…  (broke out the two souls tats – impressed him, lol)  he was pretty cool… he wound up asking us to come to ireland to stay at his house out there with him…  says he grew up there on every vacation as a child…  showed us pics in his phone and stuff, beauty.  i want to go so badly.

i told him i’d go to find some hot guy with an accent, and live there forever.

i need to stop worrying about the opposite sex.
i just miss being cuddled and getting railed

love is wonderful, and hard to live without.

lol

okay, off to dreamland.  i’d like to be in bed sleeping for 8 hours tonight if i can.

i decided to go through and delete some myspace pics yesterday, poor neglected profile has shit from like four years ago, HELLO… anyways! i’ve realized that i look like a different person all the time, it’s nuts and i like it.

my old boss at casci’s always told me that i must make my boyfriends happy, because it’s like fucking a different girl every week, lol.

variety is the spice of life baby.

hee hee!