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.

amazing overload

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

let's lighten it up!

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

this is how i show my love

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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?

so fucking cute!

bang

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.