fred flare

this journal reminded me of third grade when i got in trouble for drawing too much in my daily journal and not writing enough.



this perfume made me smile.

sneaky

when i was little i was never one to go poking around for hidden presents in closets or my parent's room. instead i tried peeking inside my mom's purse, looking for a receipt that might read "SUPER AMAZING UNICORN...... $100,000,000"

except for that one time my sister convinced me to check the garage for bikes.
there were three.

amazing overload

modcloth has a million things i adore, but the little prince flats killed me.

fiction

i like to create stories in my head for people that i meet or just see walking about. i ran into our new neighbor and i couldn't help but create his life in all of five seconds...

he is a recent divorcee
he's balding
he has a thing for schoolgirls in knee socks
he's going to have a hard time getting used to all the gays
he would've chosen another place, but his wife is taking everything he's got
...because he was cheating on her with an 18-year-old
he likes monday night football
when he was a little boy he wanted to be an astronaut
he now believes the first walk on the moon was a lie, but he would never admit it publicly
he's going to "experiment" with some of the boys here
he actually found the apartment while driving around one night trying to get a quick peek of naked guy
he'll consider coming out, but he'll think of the kids and reconsider
he drinks bud light
he'll be annoyed by our ruckus
he'll regret bringing the dog to the tiny apartment
he plans on moving once the lease is up

regrets

i never got ally's sugar cookie recipe

food photos

i made a german chocolate cake for an office birthday but couldn't stand to cover it in that gooey gloppy sticky coconut mess. so instead i iced it in ganache, covered the sides in toasted coconut, and topped it with "german chocolate strawberries."

it was a fun, quick cake and i got some pretty pictures out of it.
a++

let's lighten it up!

this tote over at uppercase makes me smile. plain, simple, perfect.

i would like to punch something

life feels pretty shitty right now. myla won't stop peeing at the bottom of the stairs, no matter how many times i clean it or spray it. the new job fell through; they laid off so many people as a quick fix (i had orientation saturday, got laid off wednesday). the Old Job offered me a new job with them. i accepted, but i'm not 100% on it. there are people and things i don't completely agree with there, but i'll be working more one-on-one with one of my favorite people. the house is an out-of-control mess. i wish there was a bailout on student loans, i feel pretty hopeless on that one. i need to do laundry, but i need kenton and his car for that. i miss being able to get things done, feeling like i accomplished anything.
i need to go clean some cat pee now...

gettin' laid...

off.

san francisco

in general, it was a good trip. the weather was lovely, i always love a night when a coat is required; bonus points for warming my hands inside a loved one's jacket.
i finally got to see CSS! i listened to goldfrapp from a ferris wheel! i saw a fun mother & daughter + daughter's friends dancing and drinking to hot chip! foals blew out some speakers (or something?)! the treasure island music festival was tops, i know so many people would break my face if they found out i skipped justice, but i had to get to the free tilly show! so. about that tilly show... that's where i finally decided what i hate about san francisco: everyone's always fucked up. honestly, i don't really care what you put in your body, just leave me alone when you do it.

girl that wouldn't stop touching me when kenton was replenishing my drink?
back the fuck off, don't you have some glowsticks to twirl or something?

retro-classy dragqueens that left with the fratholes?
please stop your spastic drugged up dancing on my feet. also, you're (much, much) taller than me. could you please not block me?

highschoolers timing all the highs and lows?
just shut the fuck up already and chillax. just go with it, seriously.

anyway, tilly was fun and i got some fun photos...

that lady is my hero.

other than all that madness, we had a fancy brunch with some truly amazing cheese and then some beach fun in half moon bay. also, two trips to tartine. and some wandering around, and an amazing beer night at tornado (i think that's what it was called). oh yeah! and we squeezed in some rare device time. all in all, a good trip. we just should've planned a little more (gridskipper!).

here i am...

we spent hurricane night at poison girl with friends and drove home at about 3 or 3:30 am (eye, what eye?) with some friends who had ridden their bikes (and you thought we were dumb/crazy) earlier in the night. after about 30 seconds in the car, i started to regret ever leaving the bar. the streets were pitch black, branches were flying everywhere, and there might have been one glass too much whiskey in a certain boyfriend. a short drive later we were home safe with our hurricane guest (and gusts), staying up almost all night just watching from the front porch. the winds and rain were mezmerizing, it was definitely an exciting eventful night. we're lucky we didn't suffer any damage, just scared kitties peeing on the stairs and two pairs of leather boots. tomorrow i go back to work downtown and we still tentatively leave town friday for san francisco. power's going to be out at home for a while, but the lucky boyfriend has a functioning office.

slight change in plans

san francisco, next weekend!
very excited.

last night

...was pretty perfect.
summer is doing that houston tease where it feels like it's actually winding down at dusk, there's warm air but a cool breeze that feels all too perfect for bike riding.
later in the evening we were going to check out a new bar, singing along with the really high, fast, fun parts of the new of montreal and kissing at the red lights. when we got to the bar it looked all wrong (valet??) so we kept driving, still singing and trying to decide where to go.
on a whim we drove down west gray to check out the midnight movie which turned out to be 'a clockwork orange.' as soon as kenton found out i'd never seen it, he found a parking space. we drank a few beers in the lounge and people watched from the elevated section, wishing there were more bald heads to look at.
at 2:30 am when the movie was out, that oddly refreshing warm breezy air was still there and it was back to of montreal in the car.
a short one-song drive later we got in the house and i was so happy to be with my absolute best friend who happens to be a very good kisser.


i've always said autumn makes me fall in love, but this little prelude to the fall is making me pretty happy (at least after dusk)

news

i had a birthday.
i got new shoes.
i finally bought the mega charley harper book.
i got a new job, despite the previous grievances.
i've been taking lots of fisheye and holga photos.
elisabeth hasselbeck is killing me.

rainy daze

this is how i show my love

world's best mac & cheese? i think i'll let someone else be the judge of that...

i would like the kitty cat room please

ace hotel, where all your dreams come true.

so tell me whatcha want

...whatcha really, really want?

sometimes he eats my face

that's a really sad attempt at a "con"

from kenton:
Ten Things You Should Know About Scooters, a con:

10. Are still perceived as “wimpy.” Unfortunately scooters still have the stigma of being “wimpy” compared to motorcycles and many men find them emasculating.

soon soon soon i'll be a member of the wimp's club! exciting!

yikes! ikes!

built by wendy has some mighty nice markdowns.
so many t-shirts i've lusted after for far too long (willy wonka, gene and gilda, sat, gradient, boo and scout, bloody faced boys, marathon, all you can be) are finally at a reasonable price. i could definitely see my pretty dress up every day wardrobe suddenly changing into shorts and t-shirt all day every day.

what about "why i left"?

saw some buzz about this lecture online. even just the title is indicative of why i came to hate that world. everyone assumes (knows?) it's all men calling the shots, that there are only a handful of successful female chefs. sure, we have alice waters, monica pope, etc but in the "real" culinary world there is always room for another dick, but hardly a woman. i thought things would change when i moved to the small-times, but then "things got weird," to borrow a line from a friend. it wasn't an entirely sexist situation, but i can't help but think it partially was. my last chef was a strong, often brash lady and i loved that. apparently the owners didn't. i loved that she didn't fuck around, she said what she wanted, she did things the way she wanted, and she did it all 100%. in a word, she was amazing. i looked up to her, she knew how to turn the charm on when a customer walked in and she knew how to chew me out for fucking something up. she took control like i'd seen all those men do before, and eventually that's why "things got weird" and why she lost her job. i looked up to her and admired not only her talent, but her personality too. what was so remarkable about everything was that she wasn't even years older than i was, we were the same age. it's one thing to see a woman far older and wiser than you so accomplished, but to see your peer like that? i just wish things could've turned out better. i'm not sure what she's up to now, but i hope it's something amazing and i hope one day i can call her up with my own amazing news.
for now? this is not what i wanted. i try to make the most of things, but it's getting tough. i need a fucking plan.

sorry, can't talk- too busy dying

guess who woke up at 5 am this morning for BOOT CAMP! fuck yes. it was pretty dark and remarkably humid out this morning. we were trying to find where the group meets and for a while it felt like when my mom dressed my sisters up for their first day of school, had a happy wholesome breakfast, and took lots of cutsey smiley photos with backpacks and pigtails only to drive up to an empty parking lot and learn they were a day early. we eventually found the group, but they were in the middle of a warm-up run we'd just missed (darn). luckily, there was MORE running later on, during which kenton almost threw up. somehow he managed to keep it down. i started to feel sick during running too then i decided "fuck this, i'm walking." day one is done and i'm looking forward to the next four weeks, i really love whining about how my body's falling apart all day (i bet everyone i work with enjoys it too).
5 am forever, woooooo!

have i mentioned the beardathon?

this man is in a beard-off. he will be growing that mess out till november. beards4obama. no shaving till obama is president. plus, there's a $500 bet that his will be bigger than this guy's. pfft. whatever. sucker.

tshirt

BEARDS4OBAMA.

early birthday?

i really want this purse. we used to have it in orange at work and then we flew out of it before i could even think about spending way too much money on it, thankfully. now i saw this one AND i saw the 20% decor8 discount. all of this adds up to trouble. i keep looking at it then closing the tab, then reopening it. NO, STOP LOOKING. at least if it was august i could be like, hey you! it's your birthday month! but nope, it's just "hey, it's june! nothing ever happens in june" shopping. i'll pass for now, but it makes me sad inside.
the flowers remind me of mario.

get. shit. done.

even though we've been living here for two years, we're finally getting some serious shit done. i'm definitely going to earn my making a house a home merit badge.
this weekend: organize the fucking shoes, clean the closet, and get some kitchen paint going! it will definitely be "direct green". and we have to do all sorts of other house stuff too because monday morning electricians are coming out to tear shit up. they'll be going into the attic through our closet, cutting off the power for about 12 hours, adding new and amazing outlets, adding a LIGHT to the CLOSET (what a novel idea, right?!), adding an additional light to the bathroom (the cave, as i like to call it), adding another lightswitch to the bathroom so we're no longer at risk of shocking ourselves when getting out of the shower (who knew!), and breaking the light fixture in the bathroom so we can get a new and better looking one. WOO!
and oh yeah, saturday night is all about getting strong drinks at the museum.
GO TEAM WHITNEY.

renovations

i'm considering getting these anthropologie reading glasses turned into prescription glasses.

i want to replace our nasty futon with this bit of target loveliness.

i want to paint the living room and the kitchen.

and oh yeah, i'm spelling "fuck" in these super girly letters.

fun times?

this could either become the best thing we've done, or the worst thing we've done. either way, i want to find out!

regrets

forget poor relationship choices, my greatest regret in my life so far has been buying these rachel comey shoes and then returning them. i miss them. i've tried tracking them down, countless times, only to be painfully disappointed. they definitely fall into my "so ugly i love them" category. i think what happened was i listened to all the people that told me they were hideous. i now know they're amazing and everyone around me is tasteless and wrong. i never should've let them get away...

sore subject

if you really want to get under my skin, just start this conversation with me...

Buttercream Icing

I asked about their buttercream icing.

Crave's co-owner said that buttercream is the base for most of their icings. It's just whipped butter mixed with powdered sugar. Flavorings like chocolate might be added to the mixture, but icing flavors will always start with their standard buttercream.

Yay.

They get it.

Some commercial bakers make their buttercream icing with shortening.
Buttercream icing made with solid vegetable shortening, is, well, not buttercream.

haunting, i tell you

i've loved this necklace forever, i just might buy it with some holiday/ overtime pay. it is perfect and would make me super happy.

new glasses please!

This says "unions", not "unicorns"?
I'm a little disappointed now.

girlfest

just finished the gossip girl season finale. i am ultra disappointed. it blew chunks all over my high expectations. just two weeks ago it was the greatest show on earth, what happened? they switched up all the couples the way they "should" be and the great harriet the spy mystery was over in the first five minutes. where's the scandal people??
in other news, i watched five or six episodes of sex and the city today, i shit you not. i'm not exactly proud of this, but i had the day off and they just put satc back on hbo on demand. i only have till 6/29 to watch all twenty episodes!
i think the only thing to make up for the great gossip girl let-down of 2008 is the amazingness that is the sex and the city movie.
yeah, i just officially got my vagina badge. so what.

ps-i fucking hate vanessa.

no tent fires, no (almost) puking

the lineup is out, and somehow i missed the email. i'm sure i'm pretty late on this, but oh well. i'm pretty sure i have to go again this year. at first i wasn't too taken by the lineup, then the dealbreaker hit me: CSS, fuck yes. my mini lineup:

beck
conor oberst
band of horses
vampire weekend
jenny lewis
stars
css
del the funky homosapien
mgmt

explain to me

...how it is that i work with girls ranging from 18 to 30 (ish) and none of them watch THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH?! omfg, ladies. some of them had never even heard of it. seriously.

you don't have to be such an asshole

i really want to see the virgins, i just don't want to take part in this retardedness

his & herzzz

unstoppable work stations!
kenton has the super awesome desk, i have a new kitchen-aid and a lovely little cake turntable. let's make stuff!
despite all my whining, i like this house. i know i'll miss it one day.

fought it so long

Kenton and I are twitterfolk now. So what.

In other news, remember that time I was dead to flickr? Yeah, that was cool how iPhoto always crashed on me. But soon I'll be back! I set up a super awesome dual work station in the bedroom and eventually I'll have five months of photos up on the innernette.

Also in other news, alicialynette.org and kentonue.org are the wave of the future. I want mine done a-str, but I'm relying on the lovebug. Hopefully he can get that shit going soon and we can moveon.org

As for now, I'm going to get back to my wine and recall the days of pocketlint.net

Smoking

The best part of quitting smoking:

pocket space

The worst part:

boredom

brunch ideas

"donut muffins," otherwise known as snickerdoodle cupcakes in this house
jello oranges
salmon, dill, cream cheese quiche (too bad i can't link to that ripped out recipe living in my purse)
lemon tarts (lemon curd with no cornstarch!)
lox and bagels (all kenton asked for)
mimosas (of course)

most of it seems pretty easy to prepare ahead of time, i just have to decide what to make now. and stop getting distracted by new options of course...

team whitney needs this

diy magazine box!

in here, it's always friday

"We called it the Friday Night Special," Pedersen said. The "intense" escapades, he said, usually began with a "couple of drinks" at a local T.G.I. Friday's and culminated in "a hard-core consensual sex orgy" between the three of them at McGreevey's Woodbridge condo.

i love to start my wild sex nights with an ultimate mango berry daiquiri, don't you? the TGI friday's drink menu reads like a really excited teenager that's getting wasted for the first time, over and over again: ULTIMATE mango mai tai, ULTIMATE mango berry margarita, ULTIMATE electric lemonade, ULTIMATE hawaiian volcano, ULTIMATE yellow tail sangria, and oh yeah, appletinis too. but for some reason they are not the ULTIMATE appletini. maybe those are only at chili's.

A WORLD OF CHANGE

Right now the whole word is flipped upside down and insane.

I no longer drive a Hyundai but a Honda, thats right after 6 years of loyal service (except that time when you flaked out as we were leaving austin, asshole), the Hyundai has been retired, well not so much retired as sold to a random dude on craigslist.

I had just watched the curb where Larry becomes a car salesman for a day, so it was almost inspiring to find myself in that situation the following day.

Oh the sales pitches, new clutch, fresh tires, peppy ride, more fun than an automatic, iPod adapter and the car is equipped with the latest in audiophile technophonics, including the commercial free high definition HD radio*
.

_{*HD radio is neither high definition nor commercial free, please contact your local HD authority for more details}

Also, after talking with the Aleeshster, before the big day, we decided that you can't just say you are getting rid of this car because you want a better one, you need a wholesome, aww, story to really push this thing into cold hard cash.

So what else? "Got a baby coming, gotta have a 4 door for the car seat". Oh yeah, and boy did he buy into that. He is a family man himself, got three kids. Exchanged awesome comments like "I hope it gets easier than the first one", "It sure is expensive", "Oh we don't want to know what it is", and my favorite moment "So when is she due?", "Ohh geez, um, I always have a hard time.. September!"

All in all it was super successful, I bought a Honda Fit later that day (after I had sold my car), that could be a whole other post on its own, but I really should be doing something more productive than this, and I wanted to note that Alicia (that other poster person, you might not remember her), had her wisdom teeth pulled out this morning and kept them! They look absolutely awesome, deep root motherfuckers, that is why she is such a fighter. Post the pictures!

obsession

a few months ago i started buying bird stuff and i haven't really been able to stop. it wasn't even all the trendy sparrow stuff everywhere, it was just random prints and figures, plus the felted bird i made. but i always come back and visit this picture. i really want it. i hope the $200 ones don't sell out. ever.

20x200

we are going to rock this shit

sushi party!
and we are not the only ones excited i see.
yum!

color me freaked the fuck out

yes, it's natural, it's beautiful, it's wonderful... but it has always terrified me just a teensy.

this is where babies come from. in france.

somehow the soothing french made it better, but babies are still freaky.

stop the press

i'm linking to oprah.
kenton set a quit date, march 31. (is this all just an april fool's joke?) people talk about how it's like losing a friend when you quit, but does anyone ever talk about losing a friend of a friend? we wake up in the morning and instead of a snooze button, i have the time it takes kenton to smoke a cigarette to drag myself out of bed. i feel like kenton's smoking is very much a part of my life too. sometimes an obnoxious part, but a part.
it's not all obnoxious though. there's something so inherently sexy about the post-sex smoke. i have countless memories of kenton collapsing beside me in the dark then seeing his face suddenly glow from the lighting of a match or lighter. just as quickly, it would fade away and i'd be left with the soft, steady glow of a parliament light. there's something comforting about laying on kenton's chest, his arm around me, just listening to the tiny noise of his smoking. he's so calm and at peace with those cigarettes and it makes me happy to see him that satisfied.
but not all cigarettes can be as happy as the post-sex. there's also the stressed out smoke break. having a fight? just walk outside and smoke it away! i can't say we fight much, but when we do... well, i do get frustrated when he just walks away from me but i have to admit it's probably for the best. it gives both of us a moment to really stop, shut the fuck up, and think. there is a part of me that's dreading the stress that will come with quitting, and that part wishes there was a rehab for smoking. i hate being away from kenton for long periods of time, but i know how irritable he can get. there's also work stress. i wonder how many faces, and spirits, he's capable of breaking.
there are so many different types of smoke breaks. now that there's the smoking ban, the smoke break has been changed into much more of an event. at the bar or a concert, it's where you can meet some of the best (or worst) people. i can't imagine what we'll do in between drinks or sets without a smoke break. can we take hula hoop breaks?

however much i'll miss it, i really hope he does quit. he's still very young (despite his opinion that 25 is "old"), healthy, and stubborn (for better or worse). i want him to have a plan, i want to help however i can (can i?). while he has talked about using chantix, i really hope he doesn't. i personally can identify a little too much with this song. chemicals are a tricky thing, i'm not exactly looking forward to his withdrawl and i don't want him to introduce anything new and screwy to his system.

oh parliament lights, what will i do without you?
another thing: can we still keep the cool stand-up antique ashtray?

head's up 7 up

so fucking cute!

bang

ouch.

i've got a lovely patch of white coming through my soft pink gums. that little spot of white is pushing all of his little teeth buddies around, slowly but surely. it's nice waking up in pain everyday. i love tasting blood.
i need to start getting my goodbyes in order; march 7, these fuckers are comin' out.

stirs something up

it makes me want to kiss you and bite you and wrap my legs around you and squeeze you tight, but mostly just be happy with you. you are my best friend and this is part of our soundtrack. let's drink wine and fall asleep. but first, let's pet the myla.

natch.

options

first
3.26-portland
3.28-seattle
4.4-chicago
4.11-ny (with superdrag??)

and foremost
2.21-24 New York, NY
2.28-29 San Francisco, CA
3.6-7 Seattle, WA
3.14-16 Chicago, IL

i guess technically magnetic fields is first, but oh well.
let's all go to nada surf and make out and fall in love! DEAL!

the innernette!

tv in the morning

i want a cash-only doctor.

also i'd like to take this opportunity to thank current for always being a good excuse not to go to work. Is it bad that I'm learning? NO!

Al Gore, you can consider yourself forgiven over the whole global warming sickness.

fucking hott

i could see this wacking you in the face during sex and i'd wind up distracted, but other than that this necklace is amazing. it will change my life. really.
rare device

bugs on your ears

i would like to stick these in my ears, if only they weren't gold. i just might have to make an exception.
dolce vita

get me away from here I'm dying

I keep thinking there might be a sliver of hope for Houston. There's not. And I've discovered hell on earth: la strada. I've heard way too many shitty dance remixes of shitty dance songs, my waffles are soggy, everyone's a midtown asshole, and I want to shoot my face off. Why didn't we go to mi Luna? Whyyyyyy